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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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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..."

"It's not like we ain't got time." She gestured to the drink. "Have a sip, they got some great food and drink around here. And it's not like we have anywhere to be." She crunched on her snack food cheerfully.

"It's like being at home except less super heroes and a more competent police force." Harley sounded regretful for that.

"And all my pals back at Arkham would just love these games. Plenty of chaos and destruction, and some of the most creative death traps I've seen in awhile, and I'M friends with the Riddler and girlfriend of the Joker." She said like that meant something to someone not from her world.

"I guess you had some interesting friends," she said, less certain than ever about finishing up her story. She'd have to at some point, she supposed. Though whether she was just arming the capitol with more knowledge at this point...? She'd already admitted her fairy tale identity.

"You got that right! You'd love em! Ivy and Kitty were a couple of the best girls a loon could ask for. But I've made some great friends here too. Babs and Gaila, Cindy, and Parker too."

She grinned in a lopsided way. "And now Red Riding Hood, but cooler. I can't wait to see you go all wolfie in the Arena." She paused "So is it always out of control or do you have some control over it? Cuz if I need to stay out of reach I wanna know."

"I learned how to control it," she admitted, deciding she might as well get back into the story. "My mother taught me - right before she tried to eat Snow...

But i ca';t transform without the full moon; and magic. I don't think the Capitol's going to make that easy."

"Eh." Harley flicked a snack into the air catching it in her mouth. "They'll figure something out. Think about it, what good is having a werewolf woman if you never let her shape shift? They'll wanna see it for the show. And in the last arena there were areas where our powers worked...so that stands to reason they'll have something like that again."

"Maybe," the wolf admitted, not so certain herself. "But unless they give me a full moon..." She wasn't as sanguine about Harley as that. She didn't really want to be entertainment, either.

But anything that would help her fight. Help her keep friends alive. She didn't care about winning for herself, but... She didn't know if she could take having a friend die in her arms again.