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thecapitol2013-06-16 02:42 pm
keep_surviving) wrote in thecapitol2013-06-16 02:42 pm
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[open] She's attractive but bitter...
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.
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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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."
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"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?"
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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?"
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Diana shrugs. "Well, who knows, you might get offended by the word or something."
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"Why? It's not the worst thing I've been called, you know. Zombie is pretty damn tame in comparison."
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"Well, in that case, what do you like to be called? Have a name? Or I should just call you Bitey?"
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"Or Fresh Meat?"
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