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[petitgamin]

Who| Gavroche and OPEN
What| Getting used to being alive again
Where| Training Centre.
When| A few days after his death in the arena
Warnings/Notes| Erm, none so far but probably talk of a small child dying so, there's that to be considered.

He'd woken up in a big bed. He'd never been in such a big bed before, so he wasn't so sure what was going on when he found himself in one. It was a little ... what was that word he'd heard Courfeyrac use once? .... Disconcerting, that was the boy. He looked around the room, a little confused. He wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten back here. After all, last he remembered he was scouting for stuff in the arena and then ... well, then nothing.

He slid out of the bed, catching sight of himself in a nearby mirror. Someone had washed and cut his hair, leaving it in a neat little cut that somehow made him look younger than he was. He was also in some weird all in one suit type thing, that covered his feet, leaving soft little noises as he walked around. There was a hat thing attached to it, with a face on it, Gavroche pulled it up to inspect it in the mirror, before quickly shoving it down again.

He made his way out of his room. Maybe he could find someone to tell him what was going on.

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[justoutrunyou]

Another day.

Sandy was starting to become disenchanted with the capitol. She hated the parties she was forced to go to and had not yet been able to force herself to be nice to any of the adults who wanted to "Sponsor" her. She wasn't mean per say...but she just wasn't a sweet little eleven year old girl. Some of them liked her surly responses to them, but none of them liked when she started demanding answers about how they could support the games.

Today found her roaming the halls curious about the other Districts accommodations. One a young boy she only barely recognized came out of one of the rooms she stopped and waited watching him to see what he would do.

[petitgamin]

Gavroche didn't spot the other girl as he wandered around, mstly because he was preoccupied with how warm it was in this weird suit thing and why did people always have to make him seem small and cute? He was manly as any other revolutionary from the ABC, an' he knows more about Pantin than the lot of them.

Eventually, he gave up pulling at the suit, pushing the hat thing off his head again and looking around.

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy watched curiously for awhile as the boy seemed to struggle with his own clothes before finally calling out to him "Hey kid, you new or what?"

[petitgamin]

"Aen't new. Been in the arena, me." Gavroche responded, really not enjoying this suit that he had been bundled into it. The only thing he could say in it's favour really was that it was warm.

[justoutrunyou]

Walking closer to him still being cautious she clarified "Me too. But I meant are you new to the city? Did you start in the Arena or have you been here before?" She gestured around them.

[thebestoffense]

Volanz was headed in the opposite direction. He'd been up most of the night, finding it easier to function in the dark hours and benefiting from how deserted the place was in the small hours of the morning. Being nocturnal was definitely not the norm here, but it wasn't something he could easily abandon.

He wasn't sure that he even wanted to.

The young troll startled, but could not justify panicking over running into a small human.

"Um. Good morning?" he offered.

[petitgamin]

"Mornin'" Gavroche replied, without really looking up at the person he waas talking to. He just realised he had no pockets. How was he meant to be doing anything without any pockets? Pockets were essential! Now he'd need to find him a purse of some sort. He looked up. "'Ere, monsieur, how come you've got horns?"

[thebestoffense]

"Oh?" Volanz asked before remembering that oh yeah, not everyone was up on the I-am-from-another-planet deal. The question was getting less frequent, at least, but he was never going to get used to being asked.

"That's cause I'm a troll," he answered. "I guess most aliens don't get horns?"

[petitgamin]

"Don't think I aen't never met an alien, monsieur," Gavroche replied with a shrug of his shoulders, "so I aen't rightly sure. Could be they all have horns, an' we humans just don't."

[thebestoffense]

"I met an alien in the arena!" Volanz offered, happy to have some relevant information. "I mean, not a human? Another kind. He didn't have horns either? But he had so many eyes. Like I don't even remember how many, because there were lots!"

[knifewithnoname]

Oh it was the boy she had met when she first arrived. Wearing stupid clothes, she skipped up to him, "Do that be meaning to be an animal?" She asked studying his costume. She was wearing a pale blue cotton dress, very similar if infinitely cleaner to what she had worn back in Gauig.

"You did be lasting quite a while." She complimented him with a grin.

[petitgamin]

"I fink it is, yeah," Gavroche pulled at face, pulling the fabric away from him. He hadn't seen any other clothes in his room so it weren't like he knew of anything he could change into. "Aen't sure what type of animal looks like this though."

"... Is that a good fing?" Gavroche asked. "Only, I didn't like seeing all them people dying around me..."

[knifewithnoname]

"A stupid one. I do be thinking whoever did be making it did no never be seeing an animal before." She shrugged.

"Well yes, you did be surviving, it do be showing that you do no be a total idiot." She wrinkled her nose at the last, not sure why he would have a problem with that.

[petitgamin]

"Mebbeh yer right there," Gavroche pulled at the fabric once more. "Can't see any self respectin' animal letting themselves go like this."

"Aen't as hard as surviving the streets of Paris. Surviving's easy. It's finding stuff to do that's hard."

[knifewithnoname]

"Well you need to be practicing, so you can be killing more people next time."

She shrugged, it was a good alternative to boredom in her mind.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Howard, too, is on his way out of bed, even if it's about noon. The Capitol has fit him with fluffy, flowy pajamas that both keep his starving body warm and make him look a little more human size. He can't find his slippers, though, so he's wandering around the suites barefoot looking for someone's slippers to steal.

He pauses when he hears a door open, then tries to look natural, as if he totally wasn't creeping around.

[petitgamin]

"Hullo," say Gavroche, oblivious to any trying to look natural. "Don't suppose ye know wot time it is?"

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"No idea." He looks out the window. "Probably not bedtime again, yet."

Which is good. Sleep is where the nightmares live. "You live in this District?"

[petitgamin]

"What District? 10? They said 10 to me. Aen't rightly sure on what that means." Gavroche pulls at the suit again. He really isn't liking this all-in-one suit. It's too warm. He never thought he'd complain of being too warm.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Me neither. It really just means which floor we're on, right? I got in trouble for switching rooms with Eponine earlier..." He shakes his head and steps away from the door.

a few days later

[sleeplessinalternia]

Karkat stumbles away from the clutch of human reporterrogators--they want to know more about trolls, all the capitol humans do--having just spent nearly an hour explaining the intricacies of Troll Romance to them. With his luck, they didn't understand any of it.

He doesn't mean to bump into the small human in the silly-looking animal suit, but he does anyway. Blinking as he stumbles back, he notices that it's the same human that was his second cull in the arena.

[petitgamin]

By this point, Gavroche had watched his death footage a fair few times, as though he were trying to memorise every scene of it if only to make sure he didn't go through that again. He recognised this person he bumps into though.

"Oy!" He yells. "You killed me when I aen't never done nofing to you!"

[sleeplessinalternia]

Shit. It's the other kid he culled. Fucking wonderful.

Karkat rolls his eyes. "No duh I did! That's the entire point of being in the arena! You try to cull as many people as you can before you get culled yourself!"

[petitgamin]

"Aen't gonna kill no one who aen't done nofing to me!" Gavroche snaps back. "Weren't hurting you, were I?"

[sleeplessinalternia]

Karkat crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Your point? If you only kill people that have already hurt you, you'll lose in the arena. It's not my fault you suck at being a Tribute."