We closed our eyes [OPEN]

[futilecycle]

Who | Sigma Klim, Akane Kurashiki and you!
What | Sigma breaks into the District 7 Suites like a maniac, and then meets with Akane.
Where | District 7 Suites, and later heading towards the District 2 Suites.
When | Final days of the Arena.
Warnings/Notes | Kyle's mun is on Hiatus at the moment, and so Kyle hasn't been "resurrected" yet.


As he reached the seventh floor, Sigma shot out of the elevator like a bat out of hell. A rather confused Avox stared at him as he marched determinedly around a suite he did not belong to. Dr. Klim burst uninvited into the common room, the dining room, the deck, scanning each for the face he was looking for... nothing. Apprehension growing, he was off like a shot towards the room he'd once guided a very drugged up Tribute to during Valentine's Day, and threw open the door without knocking. Empty. Gone.

For a few short seconds Sigma froze with terror, but managed to collect himself and close the door without slamming it. He coughed, muttered a half-hearted "I'm sorry," to whomever was watching and headed towards the exit as though nothing had happened, his expression hard. Perhaps the man was with Akane- he had to find Akane. Surely they had brought her back, the poor old woman had barely been given a chance. Or had the Capitol targeted her on purpose as punishment for Sigma's mostly nonviolent nature? Images of the Gamemaker's muttations tearing Akane and his son apart flashed through his mind. Sigma stilled his shaking hands as he pressed the button to call the elevator. With luck, he could walk into the District 2 Suites calmly and without bringing down the floor.

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[notanywhere]

After her resurrection Akane hadn't strayed far from the district two suites. Hah. It seems the boy she met at the beginning of this ordeal was right: death was a way out.

The suites provided everything she needed; food and information. Being in the dark was not something she took well and she did not want to stay in that state for long. If that meant holing up and watching the entirety of the sixth arena, and some of the fifth if time permits, she would do it. There was no rush to find Kyle, he would have been brought back just like her she assumed and the same could be said for Sigma after she saw him in the highlight reels. He really outdid himself this arena. There were more than a few dramatic montages of his conflict with Donatello.

Currently, Akane was situated in the lounge watching the final week play out on the large television. She seemed pretty relaxed as she watched quietly sipping tea. She hadn't yet made much conversation with her suite mates except for a nod of the head as the passed by. Which was what she was about to do to Sigma at the sound of an opening door. Instead she just chuckled and smiled. It was about time he came searching for her after all.

"Hello Dr. Klim."

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Sigma was at once profoundly relieved and disappointed to find Akane in her district's quarters. Though Kyle was nowhere to be seen, she was safe for now. He was also glad she had ultimately not been murdered by another Tribute, but by the Capitol themselves: it allowed him to quell his hate with the thoughts of rebellion that were whispered throughout Panem since his arrival. Perhaps he'd tell her when they weren't being listened in on.

Dr. Klim drew closer. The lovely old woman could not know what a welcome sight she was, sitting there drinking tea as though nothing had happened. It was certainly something to hear her quiet laugh, her voice. She had a way of strengthening his resolve with her presence alone.

"Akane," he replies cooly. He's collected himself since visiting the seventh floor. "Are you alright?" He knew it was a foolish question before he asked it. Akane's spirit was much more resilient than his. She had lived through an infinite number of deaths and he supposed this one was no differ to her than the others.

[notanywhere]

Akane definitely wasn't as unaffected as Sigma thought. Oh yes, she has experienced death many times. There was no way she approached it the same as other first time tributes, but all the other deaths she had faced she knew were going to come. There was merit in being able to steel yourself and mentally prepare. The fact that she continued on after death threw her for a loop too. There isn't usually a continued story after the end.

"I'm fine. Look, not a scratch on me." No one said she couldn't joke. Akane pat the seat cushion next to her. She didn't know the politics of other district tribute's visiting but there couldn't be any harm in catching up with an old friend.

[futilecycle]

Dr. Klim smiled sadly at her joke, not quite in the mood to make one in return, as he obediently took his seat next to her. He folded his hands upon his lap and sat quietly a moment. "Good," he answered, unsure of where to start. He glanced at the television and quickly looked away. He'd lost his taste for watching this Arena.

"I assume you're all caught up." Nothing slipped past Akane, and he knew he'd have to explain himself to her soon. But first: "I must apologize. It seems the reason they've brought the two of you here... is because of my behavior."