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Who| Jack, Calico, and anyone in the District 7, 8 and 9 suites because it will be really loud.
What| Long story short? Calico's returned and Jack is pissed because everything is a big misunderstanding.
Where| The District 8 suite
When| Beginning of Week 4.
Warnings/Notes| Lots of yelling and language. And Jack being Jack.

She was back. Finally, after after three weeks, she was back. And she was smiling and grinning and making trinkets like she hadn't a care in the world.

Jack was frankly surprised she bothered showing her face, much less returning to the Training Center. Indeed, he felt rage boil inside of him at the thought, the sheer and blatant disrespect Calico was showing. He thought Calico was better than that. And then, after he became worried sick about her after her drunken rants, and her behavior? And then, the explosions back ~~home~~ in District 8? She just returns?

Someone had to have told her, at least about the news in general. Why hadn't she responded, come back, gave any indication she cared? Where had she been? Where? Why?

The King of Victors didn't even bother announcing his arrival, or give anyone any forewarning of when he was arriving. No. He barged in, like a panther on the prowl, and headed straight towards Calico's room, intending to rip the door off its hinges if necessary. This was going to stop. He would make sure it stopped. As far as he was concerned, Calico had crossed a line.

And God help her if he spotted any alcohol in there with her.

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"Wh--"

At this, Jack whipped around to face Harley.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

Oh, for goodness sake. This was the last thing Cal needed, pissed off Tributes who weren't - as far as she remembered - even in her District.

"Lets grab Topher and Holiday and make it a frigging party," she half muttered under her breath, before turning to face the doorway.

"Now, Jack. That ain't the way ter speak to our guest. Have you come for a bracelet, love? That'll make you feel better about dying."

She felt - stupid didn't even scratch what she felt. But she kept that happy grin in place, as if she was pleased to see Harley, as if the poor woman hadn't just died and been revived - as if everything was okay.

Harley's demeanor turned on a dime and she was grinning brightly again. "Ooo baubles?" She let herself into the room trotting past Jack without even looking at him to inspect Calico's work.

"Did you make this?" She cooed.

By this time, Jack's hand was swollen, but his death glare was just as sharp as ever as he looked at Harley.

"This was none of your business."

Cal, on the other hand, shot Jack a triumphant look, and picked up one of her bangles to show to Harley. It was wide - easily as wide as the Capitol cuffs, and the one she had chosen was made of hot pink silk, embroidered beautifully with rich greens and golds and decorated flashily with tiny sequins and gold beads.

"Yeah, course I did, love. D'you think I jus' sit 'ere and do nowt whilst you're all off fightin' and 'avin' adventures?" Sick, she felt sick - and definitely couldn't meet Harley's eyes.

"I make most of me own clothes - an' for me tributes too - an' they're a damn sight be'er than the stylists."

Her stylists might disagree with that.

Harley ooo'd and aww'd as she admired the craftsmanship.

"Well that's one way to keep moral up!"

Glancing back as if she had just remembered Jack was there. "So is THIS what you were shouting about like some kinda mutated crocodile with a toothache?"

"Wh-NO!!" Jack sputtered in horror. "It was about something else that is absolutely none of your business! So GET OUT!!"

"Ja-aaaack." Calico's tone was warning.

"Don't be so rude to our guest." And what a PERFECT excuse to change the conversation. "She's welcome in 'ere for as long as she wants ter talk dresses an' sequins an' stuff."

Harley grinned wickedly and spun on her heel skipping over to Jack peering at him putting her face uncomfortably close to his.

"Aw but now I GOTTA know. Dresses are fun but not as much fun as secrets!"

"We-eeeeeell..." Calico put down her bracelets, and shifted to face Harley.

"It's mentor business, love. Nowt for your ears. Now go on back down - I'll make you as many bangles as you like - even hide that nasty cuff for you. But I bet your escort's looking for you. Go on, now, love."

Calico may be using the tone one generally adopts whilst cajoling a very young child.

Through this time, Jack is...simply glaring. Just glaring.

Harley took a long time to make various funny faces at Jack, puffing out her cheeks, puckering her lips, crossing her eyes, wiggling her nose.

"Aw where's the fun in that? It's not like I'm even in your district. Who am I gonna tell?" She insisted while continuing to make silly faces.

"'T ain't District business, love. It's just between me an' Jack, old friends that we are."

Cal's smile was becoming more and more strained. Was Jack going to explode in front of Harley? And it was so hard for her to repress just yelling out EVERYTHING. But she had to do it. She had to. For Bobbin.

He didn't respond after that. Not in words, at least. Instead, Jack simply turned in a fury, coat flying, and slammed the door behind him as hard as he can as he left.

Harley blinked and sighed running her fingers through her hair.

"Aw sheesh, I hope I didn't just ruin your booty call with tall spiky and big mouthed." She had just thought they were just having fun!

"Booty call? With HIM?"

Cal didn't even try to hide her disgust. "He's a bit young for me, love. And definitely a bit on the skinny side. I like my men a bi' stronger, more matue, like. I don' think he'd last too long."

Harley threw her head back in a cackle.

"Hey any port in a storm they say. But at least you probably ain't hurting for options."

Cal, in turn, grinned.

"Yeah... have you had your offers ye'? Look, this is my man - "

She pulled a photograph that had obviously been ripped out of a magazine from her wall. It was about a year old, and showed a slightly plumper Cal hanging onto the arm of a man who towered over her petite height. He was broad and rough looking, obviously wealthy.

"His name's Petriatus. One of the Capitol money men." She handed the photo to Harley. The bit of text visible on the photo mentioned the 'couple's' on and off relationship.

Harley made an impressed whistling noise "Hoo boy you weren't kiddin'! Lookit that handsome beast of a man." She grinned and winked. "And you ain't half bad yourself sister."

Passing back the picture she sighed, "I had offers before the last arena sure. But it seems like everyone's lost their love around here lately." She wrapped her arms around herself and her voice took on a whine. "I miss my Puddin' so much. He always knew just how ta make me laugh. Not like these wanna-be clowns."

"Well, if you're gonna sleep with the sponsors, may as well ge' the best that'll 'ave you?"

IF he'd still have her... Cal doubted it. Two arrests within six months - breakdowns or morphling binges, the Capitol called them - did not cast a good reflection on him.

"We'll have to go on the hunt together, love. You havin' trouble with your cuff? Who's 'Puddin''? Ain't he 'ere no more?"

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"Nah, he was my cozy cuddly clown back home." She held out her cuffed arm and slapped it making it spin on her wrist till it tightened up automatically.

"Mister J would love it here though. Not the capitol, you guys are much too up tight here. But the arena? Why my Puddin' has killed more people then a plague! And in creative hilarious ways! He taught me everythin' I know about comedy."

"So you like killin' huh? If he's been teachin' you?" Cal grinned, but her guard was instantly up - purely because enjoying killing was something that went so far against her own psyche.

"You know wha', though, love? An' I want you to listen dead careful now -"
She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Don' say stuff like tha' about the Capitol. Especially no' where they can hear you, and I'll bet you a cookie to a clothespin tha' they have me room bugged, alrigh'? I ain' exactly Miss Popularity round 'ere."

"Well I wouldn't say I enjoy it..." Harley tapped her chin in thought "Only if it's funny you know? I mean what's the point if it's not entertaining? There's so much else you can do with life for fun."

She shrugged, "But death in comedy is always worth it!"

At the second part Harley chortled, "Why do ya think I got this thing?" She swatted at her cuff again but it was still too tight to spin. "No sense of humor I swear. But don't you worry, I wouldn't let someone else take credit for my big mouth." She brought the cuff to her mouth. "YOU HEAR ME IN THERE? I LOVE THE CAPITOL SO TELL EVERYONE TO STOP HATING ON ME ALREADY!!"

It brought her pleasure to think of someone wearing headphones who's ears were ringing now.

"Don' think I've ever seen a funny death, love." Cal raised her eyebrows, thinking back over the arenas - not the real ones, where people actually died, no those she didn't ever think on - but these new ones weren't so bad.

"I reckon there are be'er ways of makin' people laugh tha' don't end in death, love."

Cal laughed as Harley yelled into her cuff. "Jus' make sure you keep tellin' everyone tha', an' actin' like you do. BELIEVE me, I can tell yer, if you act out, you are gonna meet some people you will wish you never 'ad. An' you will wish you listened to me, 'kay? Now - d'you wanna hide yer cuff?"

"Well sure!" She held out her arm willingly. "And of course there are better ways of making people laugh. But chaos is the way of the world! My world at least. The more the better. And my Mista J knew that better then anyone."

She sighed relaxing and looking nostalgic.

"And I really do love the capitol. What's not to love? High fashion, rich treats, crazy artistic peoples. Sure it's tighter then a nuns butt, but other then that I adore the people. Least I did before."

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Sorry - I was on holiday

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If he was gonna keep tagging out of the room lemme know and I'll delete <3

I think it'll be alright...

^_^ Ah good, I hope Harley didn't screw up the scene

I mean - nope, course not!!!

Yay~ To be honest I've been stalking your girls threads for some time

Really? Aw bless you - feel free to jump in wherever you fancy!

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