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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.

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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.

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."

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?"

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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."

Diana plucked a blue necklace of the beads from the top, not totally sure if she wanted to stick her hand into the depths of that much bright and cute, and slipped it over her head.

"That's me. And I just can't wait to see what's going to happen to me." She smirked. "I'm Diana."

"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.

"Harley!" she greeted with a bright and cheery smile. "And that color suits you! Of course I'm no stylist but I know what I like." She took another sip of her drink.

"One things for sure, this place is never boring. Last time the arena was up it was like a crazy awesome Disneyland thing, except all run down like a bomb had gone off. It was pretty great."

Another eyebrow raise. "Really? Well, okay."

She shrugs and finishes off her glass of water. "But since some of them are labour scars I'm going to have you take you to my room first."

Putting the glass down on the counter, she turns to fully face him, smirk resting comfortably on her face. "I don't like to put out so much on a first date but since you're trying to serenade me at the same time it seems only fair I give you a reward for the effort."

"Oh yeh, that sounds fantastic." Diana toys with a bead between her thumb and finger.

"How am I supposed to keep entertained inbetween things as exciting as that?"

Harley cocked a curious eyebrow "What you mean before the arena? Or during? Because it can get a little dull sometimes in the arena if nothing's happening. Then the game makers spice things up by sending in like...monsters or triggering traps."

Another sip of her drink and Harley set to spinning slowly on her rotating stool. "Of course in the Capitol you can do almost anything you like. What did you used to do back home for run?"

"Sure, whatever, I'm single now." He chews on his fingernail, bluffing. "I just don't want to have to like, get up off the couch."

He will when the coffee's done, or if one of his many murderers shows up. That's about all. In a few days they'll all be running for their lives anyway, and the sedentary lifestyle will go out the window.

"You lazy boy." She pretends to ponder the situation, complete with a finger on her lip. "I suppose I could just lay on you and you could have a feel of them instead."

"Wait, single now?" What could only be described as a foxs' grin spread across her face. "Little Howard had a girlfriend? I'm picking you up on the rebound?"

She clapped her hands with girlish glee. "Ooo, gossip."

And with little regard for anything or anyone, she gets up just to cross the room and throw herself down next to him on the sofa, leaning in far too close, focus fixed on him. "Well? Was she pretty?"

"Well, now I just can't wait to get started. Why even make us wait? For the hype?" Diana's not sure if Harleys picking up the sarcasm but that isn't going to stop her now.

"Almost anything?"

"Probably takes em this long just to set up each new arena. They've got tech like you wouldn't believe but it still takes time to build a better death trap." She mused out loud and plucked the cherry from her drink biting it off the stem.

"Yeah almost, see if you break the rules bad enough around here? There's that whole "Fate worse then death" Thing looming over your head." She spun around again and stopped short pointing at a young woman gathering up empty drink glasses and plates from a nearby table.

"See that one there? That's an Avox. Silent servants. Whatever she did she ticked off someone upstairs and they yanked out her tongue and did something to her brain." Harley tugged on her own hair and spun back to her drink needing another sip. "And I like my tongue! I do all my favorite things with my tongue!"

Seriously, Harley was doing nothing to relieve Daina's stress here. Torture. Punishment. Death traps. Monsters.

Looks like Diana won't have to worry about missing the FAYZ.

"I'm sure you do." Diana rolled her eyes, smirking.

"You bet! How am I supposed to enjoy this drink without my tongue? I mean I could throw it at someone, that's always worth a laugh..." She gasped clasping her hands to her mouth. "Ohmygosh! Do you think I could laugh without my tongue!? I mean...I've never seen those Avox guys or girls laugh at ALL! Not even a smile! Maybe that's the worst punishment!"

Howard figures he might not be up to the gossip stage of the breakup yet - but it's not like Diana's going to let him go without some details. His body is all horribly tense as Diana sits next to him, his breath hiking up in the top of his throat, but he tries to play it cool.

"Oh yeah. Way hot. And I'm not actually looking to get with you, because that'd be a step down." Please, let that coffee finish so he has an excuse to get up. "And seriously heartbroken when I ended it."

It's sad, how easy it is to lie, and how hard it is to believe it.

"I'm pretty sure you could laugh, it'd just sound weird. Try holding your tongue and see." She was pretty positive Harley would in fact try it out.

Diana is giving him the most disbelieving look right now. Please, like she's ever a 'step down'. Modesty? What is that? Also, what was that last thing he said? Oh, Howard. You could at least put a little effort into lying.

"You ended it, huh? And why was that 'hot shot'?" She's still not moving from his personal space either. It's just so comfortable here.

Harley looked excitedly intrigued by this idea and stuck her tongue out pinching it between her fingers and laughing without much difficulty. She looked ridiculous of course but no one seemed to take notice. The bar had long since acclimated to her antics.

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