[open] She's attractive but bitter...

[keep_surviving]

Who| Diana Ladris and you!
What| Arrival
Where| District 5 Common Room, Central Commons
When| As soon as she arrives and has had her 'briefing'
Warnings/Notes| Bitchiness? That's a thing, right?

District 5 Common Room
Apparently, one of the newbies had wasted no timing making use of the new accommodations. Diana sat the table in common room, food spread across the surface infront of her, eating a steady pace. As she tasted the fresh milk, butter, eggs and other quick expiring foods she'd not sampled in a year she tries to wrap her head around what she's just been told.

She's supposed to live in the lap of luxury before going out and getting killed? Why? Some kind of twisted punishment for everything she's done? Hasn't she done enough yet? Well, no, of course not. But enough for a little reprieve maybe?

She licks the icing off a cupcake. Maybe this is her reprieve. This moment to breathe. To eat. To dwell. To worry.

Then she dies. Her stomach tenses and she looks down at it. Is that nerves? Is she bloated? Or maybe its the lingering pains of her labour...

She's fed up with thinking. The pretty teen stuffs the rest of the cupcake in her mouth.

Central Commons
After eating, Diana now sits at the bar of the central commons, sipping on a glass of water to stop herself from feeling sick.

She'd hoped the walk down would have helped. No such luck. Though she doesn't particularity want to think about what's going to happen to her, she really doesn't want to ponder how she got here either. That would involve thinking about what had happened just before she arrived. It made the flogging scars hidden under her clothes prickle with uncomfortable heat and her abdomen clench.

What would they all be doing now? Would her daughter be alright? Would Gaia be alright? Were they still one in the same? Was her daughter even in there anymore? Last time she'd seen them she was chasing after their shared ignited body.

That statement both so ridiculous and dark that she couldn't help chuckling into her drink.

Running her finger around the rim of her glass, the beautiful teen came to the conclusion that at least until she finished this drink, she was better off than she had been in over a year.

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[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Howard's heading down the stairs when he hears the sound of chuckling. It's not an entirely unusual sound to hear here, but there are a few sounds from the FAYZ that have lodged permanently in his mind, and this particular chuckle is one of them. Mostly the sounds are the chewing sounds of the zekes, the sound of burning, the sound of coughing, and the more particular noises of Brittney praying, Caine when he got that oh-so-important tone of his voice, Orc crying.

Diana chuckling. What a strange thing to remember so clearly.

He stands at the base of the stairs in his Capitol clothing, a dark jacket and dark pants and a shirt underneath with slightly iridescent pinstripes (moving perpendicular to his evident ribs, of course, to mask them). He looks healthier than Diana, not as painfully skinny as she is even if they both bear the same dark circles under their eyes, the same chap to their lips and fervent vigilance in their eyes. He's had more time to put weight back on, that's all.

He walks past her to the lounge coffee machine, pretending not to notice her, except that he's really obviously started to hum "Witchy Woman" by the Eagles.

[keep_surviving]

Diana is vaguely aware of someone else joining her but this is a big area and they're not the first person to walk through so she's fine to ignore them and keep drinking for now.

Until her peripheral picks up on familiarity and she turns her head to get a better look. She stops mid sip, her eyebrow raises and her pretty mouth twists to the side as her brain puzzles out the figure stood getting a coffee.

Placing the glass down, she looks at the boy from his shoes to the perfectly straight line of his hairline. "Howard?"

And she says what is possibly the best way to start a conversation.

"Weren't you dead?"

best frandz

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

He rolls his eyes. He's gotten pretty much over the idea of staying dead, and despite knowing logically that Diana's new here, he feels like he isn't inclined to give her an easy time. Not after she set fire to Sherman Avenue and went off to stuff her face on some island.

He flops down on the couch and kicks his feet up on the armrest, clearly intending on staying here a while. His head's turned slightly so he can watch the coffee percolate.

"Oh, yeah, like death is totally permanent. Weren't you pregnant?"

4evas?

[keep_surviving]

Her brow furrows slightly as she frowns at him, her bottom lip jutting out slightly so that she looks more put out to hide the fact that even the mention of her pregnancy make her feel sick again.

"See, that's what happens when you go and die. You miss alot of stuff. I've been there, done that, got the scars."

Re: 4evas?

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Can I see them?"

Not that he actually cares about seeing Diana's scars, or her bare skin at all, but he figures it'll probably annoy her, and that's a pleasant, comfortable pattern to get into. He continues to hum that Eagles song between sentences.

[revvinguptheharley]

There was a temporary increase in the ambient noise as one of the regulars came breezing into the bar and took a seat not next to Diana, but one over, plunking down a shopping bag full of...what appeared to be nothing but glitter, sparkly beads and a few plush toys.

"Gimmie the usual Bittermen!" She ordered from the bartender who's name was not in fact Bittermen. But he just chuckled and went to work preparing a drink that looked to contain so much syrup and sugar that four out of five dentists probably paid off their mortgages because of the amount of work it would bring them. The end result was something blue pink and green, with whipped cream and a cherry on top...and sprinkles, and a slice of banana.

The flamboyant and childish drink was a sharp contrast to the woman who ordered it. Her dress was red like licorice and smelled like the stuff, and she wore some kind of furry shoulder piece with spots that seemed to shift and move all on their own. She had large sunglasses which she flicked off and revealed bright and cheerful eyes.

"Thanks B-man! Take the rest of the day off I'll serve myself." Of course "Bittermen" Couldn't do that so he simply resumed washing empty glasses and ignoring her as she sipped her drink and relaxed with a sigh.

"Life is good."

[keep_surviving]

Well, it was hard to ignore an entrance like that.

Diana turned slightly to watch the other woman, but didn't speak yet, not really having anything to say.

Sipping on the water, she took in the bright colours, childish collection and the adult woman.

While not giving her a particularly hard stare, Diana didn't bother to hide the fact she was looking.

[revvinguptheharley]

The relaxed smile coiled into a sly grin and without even turning to look at Diana the blond woman lightly slid the drink over to Diana.

"Go on, try it~ It's from a series of cupcake cocktails. This one is called a Sherbert Sunrise surprise." Then she turned to look at Diana and winked playfully.

[keep_surviving]

Diana smiled back and picked up the cocktail to take a sip. She scrunched up her face as the overbearing sweetness pinched at inside of her cheeks and the alcohol nipped at her tongue.

"Not my sort of thing." She commented as she slid it back to the woman and took a swing of her water. "Actually, I was hoping instead for one of those beads." Diana said as she pointed to the bursting bag.

[revvinguptheharley]

Amusingly enough the "Surprise" in the drink would come from crystallized candy crumbs that started to fizz and pop with a watermelon taste to them once they hit Diana's mouth. Pop rocks to the modern minded.

"Huh?" Harley looked down at her own bag as if she had forgotten she had it. "Oh yeah? Well alright sure! Not like I can't get more." She leaned down to haul the bag up and set it on the stool between them.

"You're a new tribute right?" She guessed after appraising Diana with a more thoughtful glance.

[teethofneedles]

Karis doesn't make introductions. She just clatters up to the bar and sits with a wide yawn (she doesn't need to yawn, but she likes to). She leans far over the bar to order something alcoholic and then settles back into her seat with a grunt. The zombie finally seems to notice the girl she's settled herself next to. She eyes Diana over and the ntakes a swig from her glass, "You look new."

It's a very helpful observation.

"Are you?"

[keep_surviving]

Honestly, there's little Diana can do but stare as Karis sits down.

Not a horrified stare or even an open mouthed stare. She just raises her eyebrows up into her hairline and watches Karis with an amused smile on her face.

"Well, I must be if I don't remember seeing you before, huh?"

[teethofneedles]

"Oh, definitely. You'd remember me," Karis laughs, "Came this fuckin' close to winning it last time."

She takes a swig as her glass arrives and lets the alcohol burn down her throat. Another girl who doesn't seem all that frightened of her. Maybe she's losing her touch.

"Welcome to Murderfest. Enjoy your stay."

[keep_surviving]

Now that's interesting.

"Really now? I don't know if that means I should stick close to you or stay far away." Diana smirks. "Maybe I'll just stick to keep an eye out for you."

Putting her glass down fully on the table, she continues. "I'm going to kick myself if I don't ask this. Are you a zombie?"

[teethofneedles]

"You probably don't want me that close," Karis rasps with an ugly-sounding laugh, "I'm liable to get a bit too personal for most people."

The kind of personal that ends with a lot of blood and screaming, usually. Her acid-yellow eyes blink and then she rolls her eyes with a laugh.

"Of course I'm a zombie. Whatta you think this is, makeup?"

District 5 Common Rooms...

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey saw that Gabriel's old rooms were already occupied when he passed by, and when he was greeted with a new girl stuffing her face in the common room, it didn't take a law school graduate to guess she was the new replacement.

It was through no fault of hers that she took over the place of his friend. There wasn't even anything wrong in making good use of the luxury they were given either. On any other day Lindsey might even approve, but still feeling bitter over Gabriel's permanent removal and discovering he had a replacement so soon, Lindsey wasn't in a charitable mood.

Lips tilted so his smile hinted towards a sneer, the ex-lawyer sauntered into the common room to give their district's addition a once look over. "So where did you come from? I've seen vampires eat with more manners than you."

Re: District 5 Common Rooms...

[keep_surviving]

Honestly, Diana was a little confused by the statement. Apart from the cupcake, she had been eating perfectly normally.

Now Mr Swagger here had walked over with his sneer and started insulting her. But Diana's limbs were skinny and her pretty face was only a sunken echo of how attractive it had been without the dark ringed eyes, surely it was obvious how much she needed a good meal? Was that just how people treated malnourished teenage girls here?

Diana matched his sneer with a confident smirk. "Not Transylvania. So that might explain my terrible manners."

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey had to admire the girl's snark as he circled around to see all that she had on the table. Closer upon inspection, he could see what a walking skeleton she was. "Might also explain the lack of Transylvania accent..." Though he picked up another one. "Another American, southern states?"

He walked around her, clearly inspecting her form as he shamelessly looked her up and down.

It wasn't how people treated malnourished girls here, it was just how Lindsey treated the girl who replaced his ally in this place.

[keep_surviving]

"West Coast actually. California."

Skeleton or not, Diana was still a very pretty girl and would probably look downright gorgeous if allowed to get over whatever had happened to her before arriving.

She returns Lindsey look with one of her own. "So, you're a southern boy?"

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey wasn't big on the exchanging information with the person he still wanted to be upset at, but saw no reason not to. He was being petulant really, and he knew it.

"Oklahoma," he agreed, knowing that the slight hint of accent that he lapsed back into over the years had given him away. That was why, to show he still could, he dropped it when he spoke again.

"So, what world do you come from? Space aliens or zombies?" He nodded at her skinny form. "Look like you could be an extra for a zombie one."

[likewhatilike]

Mickey liked bars. It's not like he enjoyed the atmosphere or the people or the drunks or anything, no, he just really liked drinking. It didn't really matter that he wasn't of legal age back home, most people didn't give a shit. Besides, he's pretty sure he's been drinking longer than he's been shaving. That's just how it goes in Southside.

So finding out that there was a bar here and he didn't really have to pay for any of it was a bit of a godsend.

He sits down a few seats away from her, drink in hand, "you'll probably want something stronger than that," he tilts his head towards her glass of water without actually looking at her.

[keep_surviving]

Diana chuckled and took another sip of her water, shaking her head. "Maybe later."

She tossed her dark hair over her shoulder and flashed him her gorgeous smile. "I'm not feeling great enough to be drinking yet."

[likewhatilike]

And maybe her smile would have worked on him if he bothered to look away from his glass but really his glass is much more interesting than having people stare at him because of the bruises on his face.

"You drink to feel great, you don't feel great then decide to drink," he says, polishing off his own drink.

[keep_surviving]

While Diana sees the bruises she doesn't really particular notice, maybe because she's used to seeing most people with some kind of injury on them at this point.

She shakes her head again. "I don't really do the whole 'drinking to forget' scene. I'm more in it for the fun." Afterall, she didn't want to end up like Orc.

[likewhatilike]

She's not alone that. Being injured where he's from is more or less par for the course. Usually he's lucky if he gets time to heal before he receives more bruises.

He turns to her finally and smiles bitterly at her, "who says you can't do both?"