Watching the dead [Open]

[knifewithnoname]

Who| Pruna and open
What| Pruna watches the man who killed her fall. Then discovers something about herself. Feel free to tag either prompt
Where| A lounge area
When| As this and this are shown live.
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of violence and death. Small child delighting in death.

In one of the corners of the lounge the little girl was sat leafing through a huge book. She had went to the library wanting to learn more about the technologies in this place. Mostly about how the buildings, how they were so big, how they hadn't all fallen down on top of each other. Also the things that moved, the transport that Cinna had told her about.

She thought the stupid person at the library had problems understanding her, or she was having issues working out why someone wanted to know how something worked. After almost storming out when the woman tried to give her a story book where the transport could talk (and she had never heard one talk, so she assumed they couldn't) she finally got her hands on a book about buildings.

Not how they were made though, just pictures of them with when and who made them and what they were for. It was better than stupid talking transport anyways.

The pictures were interesting at least, and she was amazed by how huge and pretty they were. She was out here rather than in her room because she wanted to keep watching the arena. She didn't really see the fun in it like the people of the capitol did, though she liked how it served chaos. But she needed to know who was strong. Who she would have to take out and what their weaknesses were.

She had no interest in the winner, they wouldn't be going back in. But the people who almost won. They would be the threats. Her attention wavered between her book, the screen and the bowl of fruit and melted chocolate she had next to her; because Momoko was right it was amazing. Not as nice as ice cream though.

Then a face she knew very well came onto the screen. The man who killed her. She leaned forward, book abandoned at her side watching intently, a small, wicked, grin on her face.

She wasn't even that angry at him, he had done what she would have done if their places were reversed and he had let her die fighting. It had been honourable.

That didn't mean she wasn't going to enjoy watching this, she pulled the bowl of fruit onto her knee.

[Later] He was dead, he would be back she knew but it still felt... satisfying. She grinned and went back to her book, it seemed like lots of people liked him because now they were showing him through the arena, all the lives he had taken. She lost interest and went back to her book.

He then went on to kill Pruna She looked up with a frown, because that was what Eva had called her. And sure enough there she was on screen, eyes angry as she died.

She got up and marched over to the TV. "What did you be calling me? What do a pruna be being?" She poked the television angrily.

Comments

[knifewithnoname]

"I will be." She said indignantly. "He did be only getting me last time because of that tree. When both my feet do be working I'll be able to be beating him."

She shrugged, "Who do you be thinking will be winning?"

[splendid_roman]

He hesitated over that answer, not sure which one was right. He was pretty sure it wouldn't her, but she might take offence if he said that. And saying it was her might make her overconfident and get her killed. "I think it's too close to call," he said in the end.

[knifewithnoname]

She shrugged, "For all we do be knowing it might be her." She pointed at the girl on the television, for that's what she had been asking. She jumped around conversations a lot.

"It do be seeming to be being hard to be killing her."

[splendid_roman]

Oh, so that's what she'd meant. Although he might have given the same answer anyway. "It would be interesting if it was her."

[knifewithnoname]

"It would be being. It do be an interesting tactic, make other people be dying for you and then be winning that way." It seemed a little bit cowardly but on the other hand, if it let you win. Pruna approved of it.

[splendid_roman]

"Interesting is one word for it." Ian would have called it other things. "She can't keep doing it forever. Someone will cotton on in the end."

[knifewithnoname]

"They will be being, or she will be running out of people stupid enough to be dying for her."

If she managed to get to the end and have the apparent victor die for her Pruna would be impressed.

[splendid_roman]

"So you don't rate it much as a tactic then?" This girl interested Ian. She was just a girl, but was fierce at fighting. Or talking about it at any rate.

[knifewithnoname]

"If she do be pulling it off I will be being impressed but it do be risky. How do she be knowing they will be dying for her, how do she be knowing they will no be turning on her." She shrugged, "And it do be cowardly, I would be rather fighting myself."

[splendid_roman]

He nodded. "Just about any tactic has an element of risk in it. Unless you're very sure of your own and your opponent's abilities."

[knifewithnoname]

"That do be being true." She shrugged, "I will be watching her, and be seeing if she does be winning."

[splendid_roman]

"All right." He supposed he should too, so he could learn how others fought, but he wasn't interested in fighting just for the sake of fighting. "I'll leave you to it."

[knifewithnoname]

She shrugged and grinned at him, eating some more fruit, "Do you no be wanting to be watching?"

[splendid_roman]

He shook his head. "It's just not entertaining when you've just lived through it."

[knifewithnoname]

She wrinkled her nose, "It do be interesting though, and you can be learning a lot."

[splendid_roman]

"I know. I'd just rather not." And it seemed like an unfair advantage somehow. "Don't eat too much chocolate," he cautioned and left her to it.

[knifewithnoname]

She wrinkled her nose at him. "Well you do be pleasing yourself."

She purposefully dipped another piece of strawberry into the chocolate, he wasn't her boss he couldn't tell her what to do, and grinned at him.