You Taste Like Toxic Poison [Closed]

[vissernone]

WHO| Eva, Alpha and later Darius
WHAT| Eva makes bad decisions.
WHEN| A few weeks after the end of the Arena.
WARNINGS/NOTES| Drunken hook-ups and sadism.



There are two sides to Eva. One of them still feels things, and she tries to drown that part in alcohol. She tries to drown it in a well so deep that no one will ever find it again, much less her. Sometimes it comes crawling back up from the deep, all bloody and wet and ugly, and she has to go and drag it back down again.

That's what she's doing tonight as she stumbles through the District 1 suite, using her fingertips against the walls to keep herself from tipping over. She finds the door she wants and pounds against it, rather than merely knocking, until it opens to see a familiar face.

"Let's go, cowboy."

Comments

[vissernone]

"Keep telling yourself that. They'll get bored one of these days, although the multiple personalities schtick is clever. Never saw that one before." She lays down on the bed and props her head up on her fist, eyes lolling about lazily over the clean floor. "You should have a penitent one. Audience loves a sobfest."

She tugs her mouth to the side and considers. "Might as well have popcorn to go with the toy you ordered."

[dieinpajamas]

"Whatever they bring up will be good, I'm sure. They are all about the luxury here," says Alpha, adding, "And if you're still thirsty I've got a full bar. Makes me think of home"

He ends the transmission before he continues talking about his performance in the Arena. "It is a 'schtick' that's served me well," he says agreeably, with a slight, annoyed emphasis on the word. "And who says I don't have a penitent personality or two?" He didn't. Even Ballard wasn't penitent so much as angry. Especially at this moment. "I just don't let them take the reins. Don't really know how to enjoy themselves."