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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Pruna watched the whole process with a mixture of fascination and suspicion. She had no idea what peanut butter was, or marshmallow but it looked very strange when it was all put together.

She took it just as suspiciously, but Sandy had tried it and seemed okay. She had no idea how to eat it but copied Sandy's example and stuck her tongue out, poking the ice cream.

It was cold! So cold it made her tongue tingle and she snapped her mouth shut right away glaring at the cone. She had never felt anything so cold in her life!

But she wasn't going to let a thing stop her, and she didn't think Sandy to think she was scared, so cautiously she stuck her tongue out again and licked the ice cream, actually getting some flavour past the coldness this time.

Her eyes widened, she couldn't even describe the taste! It wasn't like anything she had ever had before but it was wonderful.

"I do be wanting one too!"

Sandy giggled in delight at Pruna's reaction and gestured to the counter so the girl could make her own selection. "You want the same kind I had? Or do you want to try a different flavor?" She figured she might have to explain what some of the flavors or toppings were but it was all in good fun.

...except there were some gawkers starting to gather. Peering into the shop window and slipping through the door to stare and whisper about the two tributes they had all seen die on TV not too long before.

Oh that was a difficult question, the one Sandy had was amazing but the others were probably nice as well and there were so many! "I do no be knowing!"

She got distracted from the very difficult decision of picking which ice cream flavour to chose by the people whispering. She was smart enough to know when she was being talked about and glared at them wondering why they were watching them, did they think they were going to steal something?

"I will be having the same one." She decided, quicker than she could have, because the eyes were making her uncomfortable, and a bit jumpy.

The clerk set to work making Pruna's and Sandy moved a little closer so they could speak softly without being over heard.

"We can come back as much as you want and try the different flavors." She offered.

Pruna was still glaring at those who were staring at them, not liking the attention, she was used to remaining hidden, unnoticed.

"We can be?" She grinned happily, her grin growing when the clerk finished the ice cream and held it out, saying a number that Pruna assumed was a price.

"Um..." She wrinkled her nose, she remembered the silly haired people had said something about money and a card but she hadn't understood at all and so had ignored them.

"This thing." Sandy caught on immediately and held up her own card. "Do you have yours?" She was starting to get the feeling that Pruna might have been too focused on the upcoming battle and missed a few of the introductions.

But that was fine, all the more Sandy could teach her.

She really had been, not paying attention at all. Focusing on the fight, half expecting to die.

Which she had, but she was here. It was very strange. Luckily she had put the card in her jacket pocket when she had been given it, and it was still there. She produced it now. "This do be being it right?"

Sandy nodded and the clerk took the card to enter the purchase into his system before handing it back.

"That things pretty important so make sure you don't lose it." Sandy warned before she could stop herself. Hopefully Pruna wouldn't take that warning the wrong way. With a stern glare at the crowd she led the way to the door as if daring any of them to try and stop her.

"I will no be losing it." She snapped, putting the card in her pocket. She glared at the crowd as well, itching to kick one of them as she walked past.

As they got out onto the street she tilted her head at the other girl. "Do you be having a name?"

Back on the street Sandy felt like she could breath again. She took another lick of her ice cream and the question almost made her laugh out loud.

"Oh wow...I forgot we haven't even introduced each other." She slapped a hand to her forehead in wonder.

"I'm Sandy Marko." She stuck out a hand to shake, and then wondered a moment too late if this girl even knew what handshakes were.

Pruna licked her ice cream happily though introductions weren't really her thing, she liked the other girl enough to care.

She glared at the hand and the girl. Alright so she was older but that didn't mean she should rub it in.

But she had introduced her to ice cream so with a death glare Pruna took her hand, and juggling her ice cream raised it, pressing it against her forhead.

Only Pruna could make a gesture of respect look like a threat, turns out she didn't know what handshakes were at all.

"I will be calling you that then."

And she made it sound like this was granting her a great honour.

Sandy's eyes boggled at the strange gesture and when her hand was given back she shuffled her feet.

"Um...OK. Where I come from we shake hands, just to be friendly." She tried to explain.

"What's your name?" She added feeling her stomach twist with the death glare she had earned inadvertently.

"You do be shaking your hands?" She shook her hand from side to side, that was supposed to be friendly? What a strange gesture.

She went back to the ice cream, it cheered her up and she smiled again. "I do no be having one."

"You don't have a name?" This girl was full of surprises, enough that Sandy would have to teach her a hand shake later.

"So...what do your friends call you?" A pause "I'm not your only friend am I?"

She wrinkled her nose, were her and Sandy even friends? She didn't really have friends.

"I did never be needing friends." The thief kids she had ran with weren't really friends, just people who were sometimes useful.

"My sister does just be calling me sister and most people do just be calling me girl... or brat but I do no be liking that."

"Nah you're not a brat." Sandy nodded licking her ice cream thoughtfully.

"You may not need me as a friend. In fact you probably don't. But I'd still like to help if I can. You know...show you about ice cream and stuff." She explained and gave a wary smile.

"But I can't just call you girl." She added, "Hmm...names names names." She thought out loud. "Even a good nickname would do."

Pruna continued eating her ice cream glad that Sandy didn't think she was a brat. She wrinkled her nose as she thought of that, friends were stupid but a person to teach her about things like ice cream. That could be useful.

She smiled back, "Okay, and I can be teaching you to be fighting and stuff so that we can be winning."

She blinked though and tilted her head, "You do be wanting to be giving me a name?"

In Pruna's mind if she had needed a name she would have one, it wasn't important, but if Sandy wanted to give her one, that meant she liked her right? She licked her ice cream again watching the other girl.

"Sure! In fact I've got a great one if you'll take it."

Standing on the street corner with a few people passing by she stopped and turned to face the younger girl taking on an uncharacteristically solemn tone.

"When I was little and my dad was still with us, he introduced me to stories of a great warrior. He started as a weakling like me, but when evil demons threatened to kill him, and took away everyone and everything he cared about he rose to the challenge and slaughtered hundreds, maybe thousands of monster warriors. He had a blade on one hand that roared like a lion and a mighty boom stick that could blow your head clean off if he pointed at you!"

"So, I think it's fair that since you're a great warrior, I'll call you Ashley. Ash for short. How's that?" She grinned brightly apparently thinking herself clever.

The girl stood licking her ice cream and listening to the story solemnly. She wasn't sure about being named after a hero of light... but someone who slaughtered thousands... She liked that idea. And a blade that roared and a boom stick.

She liked that a lot.

She grinned, "Ashley, Ash." She tried out the new names and thought about them. "Yes you can be calling me that."

"Awesome!" She held up her hand, and then realized that Ash probably wouldn't know that either.

"OK, next lesson. To celebrate something cool like this, we high five. You take your hand like this. And then we clap them together in the air." She attempted a demonstration once the other girl's hand was up.

She was right, Ash had no idea what they were doing, but she gave Sandy her hand obediently and put it up in the air for the other girl to clap.

"So that do be meaning something do be being cool?" She tried it again, bringing her hand back and clapping with Sandy's.

"That's right!" She did it again till Ash had the motions and amount of force required.

"Say like...this guy is after us. Big dude. And we kick his butt and defeat him. That would be cool! So we'd high five! Another thing you can do is..."

She took her new friends hand and made a fist, then took her own hand, and tapped the fists together.

"Knuckles. It just depends on what you like better, they mean the same thing."

She grinned at that idea and nodded, before practicing the knuckles thing.

She thought about it for a moment, "I do be liking them both, but when we do be in the arena the knuckles would be being better because it do be quieter."

Ever practical this girl was.

"Aha." Sandy grinned brightly. "I'm learning from you already." She praised proudly and celebrated with another lick of our ice cream.

Ash beamed, licking her ice cream happily. Sandy was nothing like her sister but she was funny and Ash thought that if she just practiced a bit harder she could be really brave and a good fighter.

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