thecapitol | [Closed] District 9: Meet the Prawns

Who| Those in District 9 suites, whether they should be there, or not
What| Likely, inter-district arguments, and bad caricatures
Where| District 9 Suites
When| Post arena
Warnings/Notes| Language and likely that's all.

Parker's been redecorating. Considering she can't climb buildings, or steal things ~~(well, a few things from the bitch with the bubbles's room have gone missing)~~ Parker's got one avenue left, art. Usually, her drawings are realistic, without passion. This time, she's gone through many, many different versions trying to make her subjects look as ridiculous as possible.

The bitch with the bubbles has too many matchy-matchy things. ~~(Well, not so much anymore.)~~ The sponsor who is not as intelligent as the seagulls from that movie about finding a fish, cares about appearances too.

It took 37 different pieces of paper, and 3 pencils, sharpened down to nubs, to make them look this horrible. The final pieces are on display, tacked to a focal wall in the suite.

The artist is nearby.

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That's not going to go over well: and by that, it means intending on taking the offending arm and hand and meaning to twist it within an inch of breaking. Any previous good will or amusement -- or even recognition of existence, whether success in causing pain or not -- will disappear.

"Don't touch me, or you'll learn to fly." Not like Parker: she loves to fly. No, she once intended to push Tara from a building, a side of Parker rarely seen, but Eva's getting it in full force.

"Don't know the district. They don't do anything but watch."

"Oh, so you're the selfish kind." Eva grunts as her arm's twisted into position, but her face shows no sign of pain. She holds her ground and, more importantly, Parker's gaze.

"That means I won't feel guilt when the Peacekeepers haul you away. We could do this two ways, amiga. You could acknowledge that I know what I'm doing and you don't, so you have something to gain from my advice, or I can personally request the Peacekeepers leave the discipline to me after they've subdued you."

In other circumstances, the lack of reaction to pain would've brought about respect from Parker, but not now.

"I'm no kind." Great comeback there, Parker. "You don't know me."

Her next one might be a little more resonant. She smiles. There is absolutely no fear. If Eva was a horse, or a psychic, Parker might be afraid, but threats have never worked. Threatening her only makes her think everything the woman says is BS. If Eva really knew what she was doing, she would be Nate.

She does have some rather inappropriate reactions.

"I don't have to." Eva raises an eyebrow. "But I will not let you jeopardize this whole District with your immaturity."

"District?" Parker waves her arms around at the apartment. To the untrained, it would be a wild movement. To the trained eye, it would be frighteningly exact.

"This place? With the tv show that kills kids, for fun? People who let it happen?"

Tilting her head a little, "Jeopardizing the whole damn district," it's a voice now with a similar inflection at the other woman's, "sounds like the right thing."

"And the people you're sharing a suite with? Or are you also eager to get them killed over your little temper tantrum?"

Eva's lip twitches with the urge to call Parker a petulant, mewling chlid, but she doesn't.

"Put your arms down."

"I'm not killing anyone." As much as she wanted to, Glinda's survived thus far, though sans a couple of left shoes and a pair of bloomers. "I haven't killed anyone."

"My arms going to kill people now?"

"Your foolishness is. Who do you think gets you all renewed at the end of each Arena?" Eva's teeth bare.

"What do you mean?"

Parker does not understand, but there's something in that sentence that has her curious -- concerned.

It doesn't sound right, and Parker's standards for sounding right are way more flexible than most.

"My arms don't kill anyone."

For the first time in this conversation, Parker is listening.

"I didn't say they did." Eva drops her arms too, but not the expression on her face. "You don't come back because of some wizard in the background. The Tributes in your District are revived because they have Sponsor interest - including that of Timaeus Nadir, who, for the record, happens to be a close friend of mine and has been floating this District for the last five years. Without his money, you're all retired."

"So," Parker's going to try and set this straight. "The more I die, the more money he loses?"

Parker understands the love of money. She also spots a flaw.

"If if costs so much, what sort of friend makes him lose it?"

"Because he knows it's important to me that you don't all end up dead, and he cares enough to help me achieve that end."

"So you like seeing us die over and over again, and he helps you?"

There's only one conclusion to draw.

"You're crazier than me."

Eva's lip twitches. "And you're an idiot. If you're that intent on dying permanently, please, feel free to go ahead and do so. I won't stop you from hanging yourself in your bedroom. But I won't allow you to make that decision for the rest of my charges."

There's only one way where people can be crazier than her, in Parker's head.

"You'd like that. Seeing me dead."

Doesn't mean she's off to hang herself. For everything Eva thinks, Parker's a survivor, even if surviving means having others die in her place.

Parker's silent, thinking of what Sophie would say. No, that's wrong, Sophie would smooth this over and come out as a favourite, with new shoes. She's not Sophie. She's Parker, and it's about time she stopped trying to act like everyone else.

"Probably like everyone dead, long as they get you new tributes to play with. Met dictators more human." What is the most offensive thing she could say, something that always gets people upset. "You get off on that?"

Yeah, that's it.

[Closed] District 9: Meet the Prawns

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Parker's toeing the line to get tortured.

Parker understands nothing, alas.

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