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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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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."

Cal reached back to her desk, grabbing several long pieces of material; silk or gauze, in different colours.

"Which d'you fancy? We'll make your cuff look like one of these bangles, and then no one will never know that it's no' just one of my bracelets. I've been peddlin' 'em all arena so my lot can 'ide their cuffs. I LOVE the fashion 'ere. When I were little, I were always in trouble at the factory. Instead of sewin' or whatever, I'd be dreamin' about the dresses that were gonna be made with the fabric or tryin' ter figure out 'ow to make 'em on my own. Or how to nick a snippet to add on to me teddy that me mam 'ad made me. An' now look. I can actually do i'. I' can make your dreams come true, this place."

That was a positive - but a warning as well, after her induced nightmares about her parents being killed in an explosion, only to be roused to find that she hadn't hallucinated any of it at all. They were, in fact, dead. Be careful, Miss Harley.

"Something in red please." She cooed admiring the fabrics.

"Sounds like you scored big time then coming here. Not nearly as grumpy as some mentors. I don't think I've ever seen Eva crack a smile." She giggled innocently.

Cal grinned, and dropped the other bits. She wasn't bothered if they ended up on the floor. It was covered in scraps of cloth and bits of string anyway.

"Okay - wrist out. I'm gonna use hot glue to attach it to the cuff, okay? If anyone starts ter'ave a go at you, jus' show 'em an'say I did it an' you can't get it off."

She got to work, deftly gluing along the edge of the silk, before starting to apply it to the cuff. She pressed down, waiting for the glue to set. When Harley mentioned Eva, though, she just couldn't help it. the bright smile dropped, and Cal sighed.

"She were me best mate 'ere. An' then she wen' and - nevermind. I ain't goin' back there."

Cal smiled again. "Mentor business, love."

Harley watched patiently though it took all of her effort. Shooting a lopsided but curious smile she couldn't help but press on.

"She did what? Is this about that little confessiony deal before the last arena?" She had been so curious about the whole affair but the arena happened so soon after she could hardly take time to investigate.

Once set, Cal began to poke the material through the gap between Harley's wrist and the cuff, before pulling it out and folding it back over and repeating over and over, so the cuff ended up wrapped in the fabric. As she worked, silently, she thought. How much could she say to shut Harley up? But what would not get her into trouble.

"Eva... She lost her son a while ago. She'd do whatever she could to get him back. Help find him, I mean... Even dobbin' on her best mates. Some of us didn't appreciate it. I dunno. Maybe she though' they could speed up the search?"

Lies. Her son was probably dead, executed just as brutally as Cal's own family.

Harley's face fell, disappointed in the response. Still it wasn't a total loss she supposed.

"But you two were BFF's? Gal pals? You'd understand her better then anyone right?" It made her think of Ivy, and that made her sad. But she stuffed those feelings into her stomach to squirm for a bit.

"Until I broke inter 'er house an' she waved a gun at me 'ead."
Cal snorted.
"Don't think she appreciated that, somehow. Shouldn't've done it."

And then she caught herself. Cal, idiot! Talking too much.

"Nearly done, love."

"I hate to be picky, but could you maybe add some black diamond shapes? Like a poker card? Do you guys still play poker in this world? Anyway, they're kinda my logo." She chuckled. Also buying herself time.

"Is that all though? What's a little breaking and entering between friends? Sounds to me like she needs you more then you need her anyway."

"You had your own emblem back home? Were you important or something?"

Cal was clearly impressed. She looked around immediately for some black scraps that she could weave in - or glittery sequins - much more Cal's style.

"How d'yer want 'em?"

To her questioning about Eva, Cal just shrugged and kept mute. She wasn't smiling any more. It was too painful to talk about, and too dangerous.

"Leave it."

"Only to a couple people." Harley sighed with a longing smile.

"If you could put em like here, here and here." She tapped at the cuff in three places to imitate her old style.

"Far be it from me to interfere. But I just can't stand idly by when hearts are breaking. Love is one of the most important things like...ever."

Cal weaved the material into the band, pinning and hot gluing as she went. She was working quickly now, eager to get rid of Harley and her persistent questioning.

"I'm not in love with Eva. Never were. She were like me mother if anything."

If mothers went out hunting guys with their daughters and talking sex tips... probably not the usual mother-daughter relationship... no.

"We were jus' friends, love. Nothin' more. Bu' she's a bloody traitor an' I ain' bein' friends with scum like tha'."

She stabbed the needle at the cuff angrily as she spoke - better hope it doesn't get you, Harley.

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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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