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thecapitol2013-04-23 10:00 pm
knifewithnoname) wrote in thecapitol2013-04-23 10:00 pm
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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...
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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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."
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"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.
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"So that do be meaning something do be being cool?" She tried it again, bringing her hand back and clapping with Sandy's.
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"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."
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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.
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