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Who| Ruby and You!

What| Waking up in District 9 suite. Rampaging her way down to the common area. Discovering Snow is alive. Then barging into District 8's Suite to find her friend.

Where| District 9 and 8 suites, with the common area in between.

When| Backdated to nearly the end of the arena.

Warnings/Notes| Splitting this into several phases. <3 She'll be increasingly irritated until she sees Snow, and then - after copious cuddling times - much calmer.

District 9 Suites: She felt a flicker of surprise when her eyes opened up. She'd been dead. She'd felt it when her heart beat stopped... she'd almost welcomed it, after the way Snow had died in her arms. The last thing she'd expected had been a mysterious revival. Her wounds seemed to be gone, at least. Though that still left her with the pain of Snow's death.

The last few seconds of her friend's life kept flashing through her mind. The left over dust from the caves coating her throat and lungs. Snow's gasps. The taste of those blood covered lips as she tried to blow a bit more air into her friend's lungs.

She forced herself to stand, shuddering as her feet hit the floor. Standing and moving toward the door. She didn't stop to think that she was still in her underwear.

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Common Areas: Ruby fidgeted as she entered the room. She was properly dressed, now, but that didn't stop her from feeling cold. She was alive. Everyone who'd been in the arena was alive - or almost. It was true that Snow's body had disappeared... but did that mean the woman was really alive? Her pack mate? She wanted to believe it more than anything.

She scanned the area, searching for anyone who might give her a clue. Someone who might know where they'd taken Snow. Or where they took the bodies... Bad thought. Very bad. She had to keep up a front, at least, until she found out.

Flexing her feet, the werewolf,felt them dig into the shoes she'd found. The heels were too high for running, just as the green skirt was too low - and the bodice too tight. But she'd use that to her advantage if she could.

Maybe there was a guard around who liked to flirt more than they said.

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District 8 suites: Ruby knew she wasn't supposed to be there. She half expected people to stand in her way, maybe try to throw her off. Anyone who tried would find themselves pushed away, though. All that mattered was Snow. Snow White. Not their president, not the stuff that fell from the sky - Snow White.

Anyone who got in the way of that was the enemy. Anyone who didn't have information was a distraction. She was a force of nature, stepping forward in her high heels and swishing skirts. The only thing that mattered was her getting her arms around her packmate. Kissing the woman's cheek. Holding the pale woman close. Hearing the heartbeat.

She was there. She was alive. She had to be.

(ooc: You can also find her in any of these places after she's calmed down. ^^ )

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Apples. Dead. All the wrong words were coming out of Harley's mouth, and Ruby felt her throat closing. Her eyes shifted to Harley. Intense. 'Where are the other tributes?"

Harley felt a chill she hadn't felt in some time but kept smiling a weaker smile, "Oh out and about, most of them spend their days training or playing around to forget how crap our situation is." She explained and casually began juggling fruit in an attempt to distract.

"What about the dead ones?" she asked, looking toward the door. "Where do they wake up?"

The fruit trick would have gotten a polite applause from her - in other circumstances. But right now it was just a distraction standing in the way of Snow.

Feeling ignored Harley let the fruit fall back into the bowl as she pondered her options. "Well first they gotta put you back together. I figure there's some super secret lab for that... Probably underground."

She was dragging it out if only for the attention but clearly this woman was desperate.

"Then just like you woke up here, they wake up in their room in their own district suite."

"Other districts?" She was watching the woman, intently. She didn't care about the performance.

"Where?"

She was probably sounding like a broken record.

"Well we're in District Nine, so this is the ninth floor. Which District was your friend in?" Harley offered hoping that Ruby had paid more attention then she had.

"She didn't really say," Ruby admitted, frowning. For that matter, she hadn't heard anything about districts either.

It was an uncomfortable realization that she knew so little. But none of it mattered as much as Snow.

"OK, no need to worry." Harley slunk around the counter and slid over the sofa vanishing over it's back to flop onto the cushions where a tablet lay on the coffee table.

"What was your gal pal's name? Again?" The TV on the wall sprang to life with what looked like a magazine with a title "Meet the new Tributes"

"Snow White," she responded, glancing at the television. It was a lot bigger than anything she'd ever seen, and she couldn't stop the slight slackening of her jaw.

But then it was over.

Just make it work, Harley. Help her to see her friend.

Harley cocked an eyebrow "You're kidding?" But Harley being a master of comedy she didn't wait for confirmation. "You're not kidding...well she's not the first fractured fairy tale to land here."

It took a moment but the pale skinned beauty popped up on the screen with her statistics and some pictures.

"I think this channel is for betting." She explained. But more importantly was the District number listed clearly in the corner.

"See? There you go! Now all you gotta do is take the elevator to her floor, kick the door in and shout alot till she comes running...or the security guards tazer you."

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"I can handle the guards," she promised, moving quickly to her feet and toward the door. She remembered to glance back and offer the girl half a smile before speeding toward the door. "Thank you!"

She would be gone for a while. Though she would of course be back to her rooms, eventually, if Harley wanted to pick things up.

Harley would still be hanging around the room by the time Red came back, flopped on the sofa upside down legs hanging over the back channel surfing indiscriminately.

"My kingdom for a dark comedy!" She declared.

"Nothing good?" she asked, tilting her head sympathetically. She was feeling a lot more calm, now that she'd gotten things worked out with Snow... For now.

"I'm... Red. By the way." If Snow was going by Snow, and calling her Red, she should probably start using the name.

Harley let out a laugh at the name, "Get in line." She paused and then glanced at the new tribute once more "Why Red?" Because it clearly wasn't the hair.

"It works better with the red hood," she admitted. "As in..."Deep breath. Solidarity, right? "Little red riding hod."

Harley blinked slowly, then a slow broad grin began to spread over her features till she looked like a Cheshire Cat.

"Like, wolf and granny and huntsmen?" She pushed leaning forward with a look of childish glee.

"Like... werewolf. Actually." It was her first time saying it out loud since coming to the Capitol. it would be lying to say it didn't feel weird. But. Solidarity.

"the stories got a lot wrong..."

Now Harley was on her knees leaning so forward it looked like she might fall off the sofa.

"That...is so...COOL!" She squealed throwing her hands in the air. "And Snow White? Is she a vampire or something?"

She shook her head. "That... they mostly got right. Except for leaving out that she's my best friend. And those months in the woods running from guards..."

"Nonono! Hold on!" Harley three up her hands in the symbol for stop and lunged over the back end of the sofa scrambling for the kitchen.

Darting around the kitchen like a humming bird she was throwing open cupboards and clattering dishes. In a blue of lounge clothes she barreled back over the sofa landing gracefully with a bowl of some kind of crunchy treats with colorful shapes and a pair of drinks filled with something sparkly and green. She held one of the drinks out to Red while her foot swung off the sofa to stomp on the remote skillfully turning off the TV.

Apparently Red was going to be her new entertainment for the time being.

"Ok, from the top please!"

"Sure you don't want to take notes?" she asked, trying not to laugh at the enthusiasm. She looked around, knowing the capitol will probably be listening. ...Let them. It's better than whatever story they have on record, anyway.

Still, she chose to start with her own story. She described her initial start as a village girl - the over-protective Granny, the blacksmith apprentice boyfriend. A wolf that had been hunting the area, for years.

Then there was "Mary Margaret" in the chicken coop. Hiding from the wolf, not willing to reveal her identity... The decision to hunt the wolf. End Granny's tyranny. Get to be with Peter.

Finding the tracks leading to her bedroom. Thinking he was the wolf. Convincing him. She offered to tie him up, and see. He told her to use chains. Red promised to stay by his side.

The last thing she remembered was sitting by his side, as the moon came up. Then Granny and Snow standing over her, silent. Asking where Peter was... Realizing she was the wolf.

Running from the villagers.

She took a break.

Harley's eyes seemed to sparkle as she hung on every word. She sipped her drink and crunched her snacks on auto pilot and forgot about them leaning forward once more as the love interest was brought up.

At the heartbreaking end Harley was sniffling and dabbing her eye with the corner of a pillow. "At least in a way he'll always be with ya..." She whimpered clearly touched and heartbroken on Red's behalf.

"In my stomach?" she asked, a little blandly. There was... A lot of feelings there. A lot she could never get rid of.

"I think that's enough for now," she said. Maybe she'd tell more later.

"Aww come onnnn!" Harley protested like a child. "I'll tell ya my secret origin! I wanna know the whole story. We already have a Cinderelle, and now you and Snow? It's magical!"

"It's... um..." she started down at her dress, squeezing the materials with her fingers. She swallowed. Peter still dregs up a lot more emotions than she knows what to do with.

"It's sort of a long story from there..."