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Who: Azula and anyone in the Capitol
What: After a "Noble" death in the arena Azula is indulging herself.
Where: The Training Center, The Spa, A restaurant and a bar.
When: Week 6 of the Arena, a day after her death.
Notes: Pill popping, some alcohol, and it's Azula so she'll probably be terrible in one way or another.

It was...an honorable death.

That was what she was spinning it as anyway. The escort was under threat of pain and suffering that she was to ensure that the Capitol citizens understood that Azula's sacrifice had been out of the goodness of her heart.

And because of it, Diana would survive at least another day in the arena. Now alone with all their supplies and the ocean at her back.

And what of her other tributes? Some remained. Azula wasn't surprised to see Shepherd was still putting up a good fight, but it amazed her how Enjolras was still alive.

Well that was the nature of the games wasn't it? All the skill in the world and sometimes it all came down to luck.

Either way she was free of it now, and bitter at the game makers who would dare to put her there. But that bitterness was easier to swallow once she was reunited with her precious Morphling pills.

And so the "Princess" from district five returned to life in the Capitol as if it was all part of the games. She appeared for interviews. She expressed excitement that her tributes were still fighting on.

And she smiled quietly to herself when she saw other tributes still suffering and dieing.

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"I didn't die of that," she said. No, that was how she expected it to go, and was fully prepared for it too. She could still feel it in her nightmares: the feeling of smashed bone, of sinew barely hanging on as she dragged herself on, feeling the minutes bleed like eternity after pain filled eternity until Guy came,kept her company, and killed her by mutual respect.

"Someone killed me honorably. I would have died alone and painfully, but I was fortunate. Even I know that might never happen again. But if I do die again, I want it bloody and violent. Only way to go out, as far as I'm concerned. Not sure what sponsors will think of that."

She waved a hand dismissively. Mindy was splitting hairs and they both knew it. Either way she died in a more honorable and interesting way then starvation or suicide.

"They love it. The more of a show you put on the more likely you are to gain sponsors. Support in the arena for yourself and your allies."

"However, upset those sponsors out of the arena? And more tributes like me will be granted all the toys and food."

What she thought about her death, particularly involving Guy, she was going to keep to herself. She was certainly not going to reveal what she thought about it to the person that caused the dying to begin with.

"Well, I can put on a show, you know that yourself. That's not gonna be a thing."

Upset them outside the arena? Why would she have done that?

And that it seemed...was that.

"I look forward to what entertainment you can provide." Azula remarked passively and turned to depart. She'd done her part and even offered some advice. If the little monster chose to hold a grudge and waste time and energy hating a target she couldn't touch that was her issue.

Azula had much bigger things to keep herself busy with.

Mindy nodded. No, they weren't done yet, and it was fine that Azula's arrogance in being a mentor meant she was "safe." She found that funny, since Azula spent most of her talking telling her to shrug off her old perception of things.

But what did she expect? That was typical of what privileged people did: they strove for importance, got it, then thought that they didn't need to do it again, that no one could touch them. True, she was at least keeping herself sharp, but thinking she was safe?

If there was one thing Mindy learned from the criminal fucks she shut down, it was how many ways they could get to you even when they thought you couldn't. And Azula had already made a few noticeable mistakes that could be exploited.

"Won't let you down," she said, turning to find something else to keep her occupied.

We'll have you, washed and dried.

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