attack on tribute tower

[titansnack]

Who| Eren Yaeger and YOU
What| Eren is new! He doesn't understand anything, especially the technology.
Where| Elevator, common area.
When| Upon his arrival, so...some nebulous day after the Crowning.
Warnings/Notes| Self harm.


Elevator
He doesn't know what this is. Someone kindly nudged him in and told him it would take him where he wanted to go, but that didn't really explain anything. He'd never seen anything like this before, much less been inside anything like this.

Take him where he wants to go? How? The only place he wants to go is back home, because he was in the middle of something.

He fidgets, staring at the row of numbers and picking at the straps around his thighs, and he feels horribly out of his depth. He misses his 3DMG. He doesn't know why they took it from him, but left him with the harness and straps, but that's one thing he doesn't understand.

He groans, rubbing his face and jabbing at a random number. Better late than never, right?

Common Area

After mindlessly riding the elevator for a while, he shuffles out into a room filled with couches and other things he doesn't recognize. He sits down on one of the couches gingerly, hands immediately going up to his face to rub at his eyes tiredly.

He doesn't know what to do. He can't just accept these...Games, or whatever, as his new life. He knows he's more than capable of killing someone, and he would if he had to, but. But he can't. He has to find some way to escape.

He drops his hands, staring intently at the fleshy part under his thumb. He thinks of breaking free, and then bites down hard enough to bleed.

And absolutely nothing happens.

Fuck.

Comments

Common Area

[capitolwhipped]

Indis doesn't pay much attention to the new kid. He wasn't from his district and really, he had enough to worry about with his own charges. But seeing Eren bite his finger is enough to move him to action.

"Damn, kid! What are you doing?"

[titansnack]

Eren jerks as soon as he hears the voice, and he stares up at Indis like a deer in headlights. He doesn't know what to say. Oh, I'm just seeing if I can turn into a Titan and break out of this weird place?

Would he even know what a Titan is?

He doesn't say anything for a moment, thoughts tripping over himself before he finds a reasonable excuse. "I was just checking to see if this was a dream!"

Right. That works.

[capitolwhipped]

"You can't pinch yourself like a normal kid?"

Indis shakes his head and looks terribly put upon. They seem to be getting stranger and stranger each time new kids show up. He gets up and looks for something to stop the bleeding.

"Who's in charge of you, kid? What district were you assigned to?"

[titansnack]

"Extreme reaction for an extreme situation?"

Though he definitely doesn't sound sure of that answer.

It takes him a moment to remember, and he still sounds unsure about everything when he answers. "Seven."

[capitolwhipped]

He comes back with bandages and just tosses them to Eren without giving his wound a closer look.

"They get all the luck, don't they? Look, you gotta ease up on the tough stuff until you're in the arena. The people who run things don't look too kindly on it and the last thing you want to do is end up in trouble in your first week, right?"

Indis knows better than to try and boss around a tribute that isn't his, but they can't be too upset over some friendly advice.

oop hold on, I fail at reading, lemme rewrite

[shambler]

R smells the fresh blood seeping through the door before the elevator even opens to let him out. Don't start drooling, he tells himself, It's gross and creepy and you're supposed to be working on the creepy thing. His corpse ignores him. It starts cooking up some black drool anyway, dribbling out the corner of his mouth even though it doesn't reek enough to indicate there's been a sudden bloodbath.

He's proven right when the door slides open to the common room. No gore splattered all over the walls. No new zombie stumbling back to its feet. It's just another human, R's eyes zeroing straight on that bloody thumb like it's lit up in neon.

He's staring. Bad habit. R tears his eyes away. "Need a...Band-aid?" He gasps.

Nice save. R pats himself on that back, pleased.

it's okay!

[titansnack]

Eren doesn't know what to think. He's...well, he's pretty taken aback, because this guy does not look right. At all. The way he's staring is unsettling, for sure, but there's more to it than that. Between the odd smell and just how pale and...dead the man looks, there is something very Not Right about the man before him.

He blinks and swallows, awkwardly lowering his hand as he stares up. He...has no idea what the man is asking about.

"Excuse me...?"

What the hell is a Band-aid?

Re: it's okay!

[shambler]

The muzzle probably has something to do with it - or it would, anywhere else but the Capitol. Muzzles sometimes count as a fashion statement here, after all. R's is probably the only one guaranteed to be bite-proof, but apples and oranges. (He's still staring). R points at the bloody thumb as he takes a drunk's uneven step forward, his head sagging slightly to the side.

"You're...hurt. Band-Aid fixes...that," R spells it out patiently. He could check his pathetic excuse for a hoard for Band-Aids but it could take forever and a day finding his way back to District 4's suite, then his room, then checking to see if his Escort chucked everything out. This kid could die of old age before he gets there, searches, and gets back.

[titansnack]

"Oh, um." The more the man talks, the more unsettled Eren feels. He is definitely not right, and the muzzle is more than a little creepy.

He rubs the bite gingerly, and he's not steaming or anything - which, frankly , doesn't surprise him - so that means he has to tend his wounds the old fashioned way. But he's not sure if he should trust this...person, and he's handled worse, anyways. "No, I think I'll be fine. It's just a small thing."

A small thing that's bleeding pretty heavily, but it's not like his arm's going to come off. "I think you're more hurt than me, anyways."

[shambler]

R watches as the blood smears, a little bit of black drool edging out the bottom of his muzzle. He's stuffed to the gills with the Capitol's substitute - doesn't mean he can't stare wishfully at those fingers and wonder what experiences are ripening in that brain.

"Bloody," R grumbles, silently willing the guy to put that damn finger away before the hunger convinces him to take a nip. He's tired of junk food that doesn't satisfy. "Not...small."

R shoots him a baffled look when he points out...what? How is he hurt? R's head sags down as he checks all his arms and legs. Still there. Head; attached. Not de-brained. He's good. He's more than good, by zombie standards. The fact he's in one piece, more or less, is one of R's little vain points.

"Always...like this? I'm...Rr..."

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna was planning on going out for the day and had went to look in the lounge to see if she could see Sandy.

Instead she saw a boy she had never seen before with blood running down his hand. She wrinkled her nose at him. "You do no be needing to be eating your hand, there do be being lots of food."

[titansnack]

Eren is going to be wrinkling his nose right back. Did it really look like he was eating himself?

"I'm not...eating myself." But then the second part of what she says catches up to him. "There's no rationing?" How could that be possible? There's so many people here, how could they possibly have enough food for there to be "lots" for everyone?

[knifewithnoname]

"What do rationing be being?" She asked curiously looking at the blood dripping from his hand with cool indifference.

[titansnack]

"Er..." He looks at the girl, wondering just what he's managed to find himself into. "When there's not enough food for everyone to eat freely, you get a set limit of what you can eat every day. Those are your rations."

[knifewithnoname]

"Oh." Pruna nodded, she understood the concept even if she had never heard the word before. It was like what they did in the arena, her and Sandy. "Here there do be being lots of food and you can be eating as much as you do be wanting."

SORRY THIS IS LATE I really wanted to tag Eren. ;;

[bratwonder]

Damian didn't like spending too much time in public places like the common area, but he happens to be here right now. He's actually sitting on the couch when Eren sits down, too, and he looks over with a frown.

"You look terrible."

...okay, so maybe Eren didn't ask. It's probably hard to tell from his tone, but he's actually curious what's up. Did something happen or was this guy just new?

SHHH IT'S OKAY this is late too

[titansnack]

Eren starts when Damian speaks, and he mutters out a quiet apology. He hadn't noticed the other boy, but then his mind finally processes what the kid is saying.

Maybe he does look pretty awful.

"I wasn't really brought here at a good time."

He rubs the bite mark, grimacing.

OH GOOD we can be late together, then.

[bratwonder]

"Bad timing is probably one of the only things they're good at," he says with a shrug. It's meant to be comforting. ...sorta. "You're lucky they didn't throw you into an Arena while they were at it."

The only thing worse than being pulled away from something important, Damian thought, was being pulled away and forced to kill people. Sure, it was inevitable, but at least he'd have time to get used to it. (If "getting used to it" was even really possible.)

hooray /o/

[titansnack]

"They can do that? Just throw you in with no preparation?" Well, he feels pretty lucky. Though, he's pretty sure he would be better off being thrown into the arena. Less time to think about what had happened.

Maybe if he actually had to fight for his life he'd be better off. He's not sure what that says about him at all.

[bratwonder]

"So they say." While Damian hadn't seen it himself, he certainly didn't doubt what others had told him about it. It definitely seemed like the kind of trick these Gamemakers would pull. "I suppose most people here are hopeless either way, but you'd think that giving us some time would be the least they could do for us."

For someone like Damian, it didn't really matter. He was trained to be able to deal with anything, so he was fine. But he knew that a lot of the people who were brought here weren't, and it was one of the things that frustrated him beyond belief.

[carnagecarnival]

"WOULDN'T UP AND DO FOR THAT TOO MOTHERFUCKING MUCH," The Initiate calls from just short ways away. "Makes the peacekeepers real goddamn jumpy."

He leers down at Eren, a grin stretched across his painted face that said he wouldn't mind seeing him do the opposite. It'd be true. They got too arrogant sometimes with how much they thought they could control them, the tributes, and so seeing the peacekeepers jump every now and then got to be pretty satisfying. And it killed boredom.

"DON'T SUPPOSE AT HE'D BE UP AND WILLING TO SHARE," He chuckles. It'd been a long time since he painted with his proper medium. He doubted this one would offer but it made the peacekeepers just that extra bit jumpier.

[titansnack]

He jumps at the noise, and then again when he sees who's talking to him. He...he's never seen anyone that looks like that. He's never seen a person with horns, or with grey skin, and for a moment he wonders what sort of monsters are lurking in the Capitol.

He lowers his hand, giving the Initiate a wary, unimpressed look. What do you want, mister. (Even if he has no stranger-danger senses.)

"Why?" It's not a no, but Eren is rightfully suspicious. He's been asked for his blood before, but hat was for experimentation, not...whatever this mad monster is asking for.

[carnagecarnival]

"Why? YOU AIN'T USING IT NOW ARE YOU?" The Initiate laughs. He laughs at each and every little twitch and jump. But then, he shrugs. "Perhaps a motherfucker's joking. PERHAPS HE WANTS AT TO PAINT, ORDAIN THE SWEET JOKE WALLSIDE. It don't matter much. WHY NOT?"

He sits down into a one of the seats scattered around, not too far but too close either. He slumps into it like a rambunctious teenager, but repositions himself so that he sits like a king.

"Lest a motherfucker is all to be asking for why it makes them motherfuckers jumpy. ONE WHO CAN LAY AT HARM ON THEIR OWN SELF SO SIMPLY. Says something at to them, don't you know? MOTHERFUCKERS CAN'T STAND BLOOD SPILT OUT OF THEIR MATCHES OFFICIAL. Without at for it being official it can't up and be stood for."

[titansnack]

"Paint with blood." He manages to sound...bland, unimpressed. Like there's nothing strange or worth commenting on for using blood to make art.

He didn't know he was so tense until he relaxes as the Initiate sits across from him. If he's at rest, than he won't get attacked. He's not in danger.

For the moment, anyways.

"So they're...squeamish? They don't want someone to hurt themselves." He looks confused, as if such a thing is simply incomprehensible. "Why does it matter?"

[carnagecarnival]

"ONE WHAT CAN BE ABOUT THE HARMING OF THEIR OWNSELF SAYS AT FOR HOW FAR A FUCKER IS WILLING TO GO, DON'T IT? Says all to they it may take more than the average at to subdue you. MAKES THEM FEEL MOTHERFUCKING FEAR FOR WHAT IT MIGHT TAKE TO KEEP YOU THE FUCK DOWN. Their pet beasts ain't supposed to bite back, don't you know?" He says with a wry grin. He notices that, the slight shifting of tense to relaxed. It tugs at his grin.

"AND YES, PAINT WITH BLOOD. Though truth up and told he's grown rather sick of red. NO VARIETY UP WITH THE LOT OF YOUR KIND. Gets boring." It's only partly a lie.