thecapitol | Unexpected turn of events

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Unexpected turn of events

Who | Pruna and anyone
What | The kid wakes up from death and... freaks a little because despite the many hints she hadn't quite got the memo that death isn't permanent. She proceeds to have a tantrum
Where | Her room on the twelfth floor but mostly the tribute lounge
When | Once she is released into the capitol
Warnings/Notes | Mentions of death, also she is quite angry and may lash out, but obviously isn't armed. Let me know if that's okay or not though!

The girls first response to waking up in the clean sterile room was to scream. Loudly. She had died, for real, it had hurt. Yet now nothing hurt, her foot was fine, her arm no longer burned, she wasn't even hungry. So she screamed and she struggled and demanded answers until she worked out that she would be kept in this room until she was calm.

So she grasped out and found the emptiness, it was hard because she was so confused but she managed it. Clinging onto it, barring out all the emotions and locking them away from her. Eyes blank she managed to convince them that she was calm.

She wasn't though, they had told her that she had been brought back, so she could fight again. That she would have to go into one of those arenas again. And try and live all over again, they had ignored her demands to be sent back home to her sister.

The moment she was safely in her room she dropped the emptiness. She tried to do it slowly, to let the emotions in one by one but she really wasn't that good at it yet and she slipped, letting the rage and fear swarm back into her, sweeping her away with it.

She screamed again and kicked the wardrobe, pulled the sheets off the bed, punched the mattress, threw her shoes at the wall. Mindless destruction, the room she had found so pretty when she had arrived now being a symbol of her captivity.

She didn't really want to be dead, but she didn't want to be here either, she had hoped that in her next rebirth she would manage not to be kidnapped by another world.

She just wanted to see her sister again. It wasn't fair, she didn't want to be in this stupid place.

She threw things around a bit longer before storming out her room and down the stairs, kicking walls as she went.

She was planning on just storming out of the building, on seeing how far she could get because surely this stupid city had to end somewhere and even if she couldn't get to her own world somewhere had to be better than here.

But as she marched through the lounge she stopped in her tracks. In the day or two before she had been sent to the arena she had seen a lot of strange things, and not understood them all, or taken it all in.

So she stared at the... well it was moving, and she recognised that place... she had just come from there, and she had seen some of those people. She marched over, kicking any pieces of furniture she passed on the way and began to examine it, trying to look behind, how was it seeing the arena and why was it seeing the arena...

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A magic called science, the girl had never heard of that but she knew this was a different world. "Do it be anything like technology?"

She eyed the fruit and the controller suspiciously, wondering what the other girl wanted from her.

"Exactly!" Sandy allowed a small smile. "Science makes technology. So that TV is technology." That would make the explinations easier.

"Relax already. We just died. I don't wanna do anything but enjoy not being dead." She took an apple with shiny blue spots on it and bit into it, crunching and munching away.

Just like the other things she didn't understand. The girl nodded and looked at it again, "So that do be how they can be seeing the people in the arena..."

She glared at the girl again, still not understanding anything and not really knowing the concept of relaxing.

"That do be looking poisonous."

"Because the people who run the game want everyone to be able to see what's happening there. So they set up technology all around the arena to watch us."

She rolled her eyes again at the comment. "If it makes you feel better i'll take the first bite. But they want us alive so they can kill us again in a few weeks in the next arena."

She wrinkled her nose and sat down at the edge of the sofa. "Yes be doing that." She didn't trust anything here, even if they did want them alive.

She pressed buttons on the controller, the girl had said she could, it flicked from picture to picture, the sound went up and then disappeared altogether. "If we do be winning do they be sending us home?"

Sandy crunched into the apple and ate it quietly while the other girl experimented with the remote. She set the apple on a smaller plate so Pruna could try it now that it was proven not to be deadly.

"Not that I've seen." She answered once she swallowed and began peeling a banana. "They just get to live here and help train the other tributes."

She tried a bit, it actually was really nice and not poisonous despite it's looks. She scowled at the words though, all the anger rushing back to her.

The controller took the brunt of it as she threw it across the room. "That do no be being fair."

"I know right?!" Finally Sandy had something she could connect with the girl on. Mutual anger. "They don't care though. So far as any of them are concerned we're just toys."

She paused about to throw the apple, but took another bite instead. "We will be showing them."

How? She had no idea, she didn't have the faintest idea about how to rebel, but they had taken her without asking any of her guardians and she needed to get back to her sister.

"Two problems with that." Sandy sighed munching away at the fruit. "One: They have cameras everywhere. They're always watching us even now."

Which meant they were already aware of the two girls and their hate for the situation.

"Two, they have way more power then we do. All the technology we can imagine and even more then that. I mean...they can bring us back from the dead. That's pretty big."

After a pause she added, "Not that I'm giving up."

The girl growled at that looking around for these 'cameras' not that she knew what a camera was or what it looked like, but she was determined to find it.

"Do they be being magic?" She asked as she got to her feet and began looking around, under the table and behind the television, searching for cameras. "And can these cameras be being broken?"

It was just easier to say yes at this point. "Technology. And yes they can probably. If we can find them. But they'll get mad and replace them. And probably punish us. That might make it hard to keep fighting." She explained. Still to be helpful she got off the sofa and began searching as well under cushions and behind pictures.

"The people do be being technology?" She wrinkled her nose again and shrugged, like she didn't care. She did though because she didn't like being punished, but if it would help her go home.

"They can be punishing us all they like, we do be being stronger than them."

Somewhere in the last few moments she'd decided Sandy was on her side.

"You think so huh?" Sandy wasn't convinced that she was stronger...but she cast a warming smile at Pruna.

"Well, I think you're stronger then anyone can guess. Even you." After all from the sounds of it she was plenty dangerous already. And she had years to go before she reached her physical and mental peak didn't she?

The girl nodded, "You do just have to be being training more." She looked under the seat, still looking for cameras.

She blinked, and shook her head. "I do no be needing to be being stronger."

She had died after all.

Sandy didn't understand, maybe it was the peculiar way she spoke or maybe it was just because they came from such drastically different ways of thinking.

"You don't need to get any stronger?" She had thought warriors were always obsessed with getting stronger.

She tilted her head and shook her head. "No I do be needing to be stronger, I do no be being strong enough yet."

She was a little preoccupied in her camera hunt.

"But I might be able to be beating them, I do no be knowing how strong they do be being."

"Oh...well that's the spirit." Sandy was climbing onto the table now peering at a hanging lamp.

"Too bad they probably heard all of this and know just how much we HATE them." She shouted into what she thought might be a hidden microphone hoping to deafen someone.

"I do no be caring if they do be knowing, I do be wanting them to be knowing!" She crawled along the floor still searching.

She tilted her head at Sandy. "Does your power be working now?"

"Nope." Sandy got up on her tip toes to swat at the hanging lamp sending it swaying. "They still have control over it somehow. All we've got to work with is our bodies and brains."

Climbing down from the table she contemplated simply smashing the lamp to feel better. "Stupid technology."

That was annoying. The girl wrinkled her nose. "That do be being stupid." She kicked the chair again, "Stupid stupid technology."

Sandy seemed to take this as a cue and with a flick of one of her legs she sent a bar stool crashing to it's side.

"We'll figure something out. It's just like playing a game on the hardest difficulty."

Oh those chairs were better, they actually fell over. Pruna marched over to kick one of those.

She didn't understand Sandy's words but nodded anyways. "We will be, we do just be needing a plan and to be being smart about it."

Sandy considered this for a minute.

"Most of the smarter people I've talked to said the best course of action is to gather information. The more we know about this place and the people in charge, the more we can use against them." She explained thinking back to Diana, Blaine, and even Sherlock.

Pruna nodded her head, "We do be needing lots of information. How good do you be being at spying?"

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oops, her dialect gets me muddled sometimes

No worries. I'm just surprised Sandy turned things around. I had not predicted that.

pfft I have no idea how she managed it, but hopefully it sticks

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