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WHO| Wyatt and Anyone! (And everyone, the more the merrier!)
WHAT| Returning the land of the living.
WHEN| Sometime after his death in the arena. Let's say two days after just to give ourselves some wiggle room.
WHERE| Wherever you'd like him to be!
WARNING/NOTES| Happy Wyatt Earp Day, everyone! No. Really. It's actually a thing. And, it is a thing I could not let pass without some sort of commemoration. X) (Also, Wyatt is supposed to go down protecting Momoko from a snake, it hasn't been written yet, but if you find you have to mention it, feel free to use that.)

One woulda thought that dying the second time 'round would have been easier than the first. Who woulda guessed it'd be so much worse?

Sure, they'd put him patched him all up again, not a hair out of place, but Wyatt could still feel it. Could still feel the stab of the snake's fangs in his leg, the burn of its poison in his veins...

He felt haunted. Haunted by his own bones.

Dragging himself from his room, he limped into the elevator and leaned tiredly against the wall. Where he was going, he didn't know, and didn't really care neither.

He was still leaning, eyes closed, when the doors finally opened again.

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One eye opened, rolled sideways to have a look.

Big, pink, curls, outrageously bright getup, so much warpaint it'd make a Cheyenne warrior blush...

Capitol. And not one he recognized offhandedly. (But then it was so hard to keep them straight as often as they changed their feathers.)

"Ma'am." He willed himself upright, and pried the other eye open as he reached up to his tip his hat.

It was as much a matter of personal principle as it was politeness.

"My name is Effie Trinket. I'm the escort for District 12. It's nice to meet you." She said with a broad smile.

Wyatt was getting a fair bit of attention. Some of the players just caught people's imagination, and a real life cowboy was certainly one of them.

Effie might be one of those people.

Slowly her face swam up through the layers of memories. He did know her after all. In a vague, round-about way.

"Obliged, Miss," he replied, settling his hat back upon his head. "I've seen you about. Tony's ona yers."

Distantly he wondered if he should be giving his condolences. Did ya do that if a somebody didn't really stay dead?

Ah. Yes. Mr. Stark. She pressed her lips together, before nodding.

"He is. He is...quite the handful." She let out a polite laugh.

It was an understatement, really. With Haymitch and Tony teaming up...while, she hoped their new Tribute was easier.

His eyebrows lifted, mustache twitching as his mouth curled upward.

"I take it he made it back alright then?"

He may not have known the man all that well, but for what he did, Wyatt found that be a plus.

Handful and all.

"Oh yes, he has been settling in just fine. I'm sure he wouldn't mind some company."

She still wasn't sure how the whole alliance thing was suppose to work, now. Did she encourage or discourage them? Well, this one seemed to be going on already.

"Am I allowed..." he paused, uncertain as the best word, "...up?"

Nothin' the powers that were could do about the different districts meetin' up in the common areas, but as how they so carefully herded them off to their floors...

Would they try to stop him if he decided to stop in on 12.

"Oh."

Effie hadn't thought about that. Before, of course, they hadn't been. But before had been very different. Much more short term, and much...well, there was all sorts of reasoning behind why they didn't want them going into each others floors.

Now?

"I don't see why not."

He smiled, geninue and charming. "Well then, I might definitely have to stop 'round."

Might be they'd finally get that card ga-

Idea occurring to him mid-thought, he asked suddenly, "Speakin' of, might you know where I could find some playing cards?"

"Oh!" Playing cards. Hmm, Effie was sure she could get a pack sent down. That was a cheap and easy way to, hopefully, make a bit of an alliance.

These things were becoming so complicated. Still, she would let Haymitch know, he would be pleased.

"Yes, I'm sure I can arrange to have some left in your common room. District 10, right?"

He smiled, charming and friendly, "That's the one. I'd thank ya kindly if you could make that happen."

"Of course! I'll get them sent down soon."

The elevator dinged on 10, and she stepped back to give him room to get out. As the doors slid open, she gave him a wide smile.

He moved to step past her into the hallway, tipping his again as he did so. "Thanks again, Ma'am." Then he waited politely for the doors once more before he turned and carried on his way.

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Do you mind if I wrap this guy up? Since this has already been like the longest elevator ride ever.

Re: Not at all! :)