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Who| Susannah, Detta, and OPEN
What| Susannah and her less friendly half (third?) are attempting to get through their first arena.
Where| All over the island, really
When| Weeks 2, 3, and 4?
Warnings/Notes| I'll be making threads for a few specific encounters, but otherwise the post is just open. I'm so very sorry for all that Detta is.

As time goes on in the arena, Susannah finds herself in the driver's seat more and more when it comes to their body. But then, she's been staying out of people's way for the most part since the Cornucopia where Sai Turtle Man threw Detta like a discus and when it comes to wilderness survival skills, Susannah is just as good as Detta and maybe a little better.

Comes of all the camping they did with Roland, she guesses.

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Although Detta's got control when they first spot the Capitol's Eddie Dean, Susannah takes over immediately, crawling out of the shadows to greet ~~her man~~ this young man who absolutely should NOT be here.

"Eddie!" she calls out to him. "What in the world are you doing here? I thought--"

She thought that as a mentor he was done with this. That she wouldn't need to worry about him.

Since attempting to brain a child with a piece of wood, Eddie has been working to stay away from everyone.

But, he's also starving and beginning to feel the withdraw nipping at the edges of his brain. And that is not something he ever wants to feel, again. Which leads to him trying to stalk, to steal. His first target feel flat, he was pretty sure they didn't have anything more than him. So he faded away before they realized he was near.

When he saw Suzannah, he felt a deep wave a relief. Deep enough if gave him an uncomfortable sorta pause. This wasn't, actually, his wife. But...but she was here, and it was the first thing that had made him mildly happy.

"Hey, honey, I'm home." He grins, holding up an arm in greeting. "The thrill of the chase."

Bullshit, but he knew he was being recorded, didn't they all? And that was the bullshit like he had to feed the Capitol.

Susannah gives him a look. She can recognize Eddie Dean brand bullshit a mile away and his world of origin doesn't seem to matter. "Pardon my French, sugar, but you look like shit."

She crawls a little closer to him. "You staying anywhere? I haven't got all that much left, but there's beer and Spam."

Beer and spam. Sweet baby jesus, he has never heard more beautiful words in his life.

"That sounds like a four course meals set in heaven."

He tried not to look ready to sway on his feet, but it really was more effort than it was worth.

"Well," she says. "It'll do for now. Could use a bit of greens, but I tried makin' a sort of salad and damn near ended up puking my guts out. I don't think the greenery here is meant to be eaten--or maybe it is, so that some of us can die poisoned instead of gettin' eaten by dinosaurs or strangled by vines."

She shakes her head. "Follow me," he tells her.

"Well, nice to know there's a quick way out..." He muttered, following after her.

The way she moved...he watched her body twist and twine. It was near hypnotic. He was pretty sure if he lost both legs he'd just turn into a fat Capitol victor.

"How much did you get? At the cornucopia?"

"Enough," she says. "More food than I'd thought I'd get. And a bow 'n' arrows, which'd be more useful if the wildlife didn't have hides so tough, but it's somethin' I can shoot with, even if I'm not as good with it as with a gun. Did you get anythin'?"

"Just this."

He held up the piece of wood, which he had kept with him. You never knew, and it had done him well enough at the cornucopia. Eddie's talent had been wood carving, so maybe a nice sponsor would send him a knife to make something useful out of this bullshit.

"Better than a hole in the head."

"Too bad I didn't get a knife," Susannah muses. "You could whittle that down into something nice. Oh, I got a tent," she adds. "It's way too big for just me. I've got it set up by the caves--the foilage there doesn't try to mess with you. Got a sleeping back too, but it's just the one so we'll have to share or sleep in shifts--or both, even. Think I even have a pair of potatoes left, actually. I was eatin them and the dressin' first, since they'd be most likely to spoil."

"Such a smart sorta wife I have." He said with a tired grin.

Something was already unwinding, some stress lifted off him. He hadn't really had any true allies in his last arena, not anyone he could turn his back on. Even if he really shouldn't, he trusted Suzannah, pretty implicitly. it just felt right. Being with her felt right.

"I just want to eat and sleep. For the next year or so."

She chuckles. "I've been doin' this camping thing for a long while, honey. Given enough time and some better weapons and equipment, I could prob'ly take down one of those raptors and make you a new pair of pants. But food and sleep, yeah, I can do that for you."

She almost feels a little giddy. Even if he's not her Eddie she has him for now and maybe, just maybe, they can last it out here.

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He took the food, gratefully, and settled into the little bit of shelter she had carve out.

"I bet raptor leather chaps are gonna be all the rage this winter." He said with a snort, in between bites of spam.

He never knew spam could taste so fucking good.

She smiles at him, fondly, choosing to sit across from him, where she can keep looking at his face. "Prob'ly. Don't know if I'd want to wear a pair." She hesitates for a second, then adds, "I'm glad I found you," (again) "Eddie."

Susannah tries to make the food from the cornucopia last as long as she can--saving the stuff in cans for the very last--but there's only so long she can make it stretch and she already found out the hard way that eating anything that grows or lives on the island is a one-way ticket to abdominal distress.

So she raids the abandoned buildings for any packaged food that might be left and sometimes, sometimes Detta goes and steals other people's supplies.

Right now she's eying the newly dropped force field that used to surround the compound and wondering if she should chance sneaking in and out before it goes up again.

An item goes whizzing through the air, some kind of stick...but then it curves and spins back toward the building that it shot out of.

A hand wrapped in bedsheets reaches up and catches it. That hand is attached to a curvy short blond with powerful arms and legs. She lets out a laugh of delight and gave a bounce. "Nailed it!"

Harley had remained in the compound after the force field went down because she just loved pushing the red button whenever she passed by. It was almost compulsive at this point.

Susannah startles and ducks down so that the stick whizzes harmlessly over her head and back. That voice, though. She's pretty sure she knows it, since it belongs to one of the first friends she made her. "Harley? Harley Quinn? That you, girl?"

"Huh? Oh it's you! Hey girl!" Harley cheered and skipped around a bush to greet one of her newer friends. "I didn't see it was you! How you doing?"

Harley may be a murderous psycho, but she wouldn't hurt her friends till she had to.

Aw, Harley. You're so sweet.

"Pretty good, all things considered," Susannah replies, smiling as her friend comes into sight. "'Cept for the part when we--" she means to say 'I' but it comes out 'we' anyway, "--got thrown like a flying saucer toy by Mr Green Turtle Man. But he threw me closer to the supplies, anyway, so that was all right."

Harley burst out laughing and looked amazed.

"Donnie threw you? And you're still in one piece? Sheesh when did this happen? If it was before my little therapy session with him I'd have expected him to throw you into the acid ocean."

"Right after they let us out of the tubes," Susannah replies. "I got lucky, I guess. I landed someplace soft. I was bruised all over for 'bout a week after, though." She shrugs.

"Oh! And I found my..." And then she flails around to describe who Panem's Eddie is to her, because he isn't her husband, not exactly, but she's not sure if he counts as her boyfriend or not. "... my man," she decides on, finally.

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Harley grinned wickedly at the second part.

"Ooo hoo hoo~ And did you and your man celebrate being alive? Preferably in a naughty fun way that the capitol is too politically correct to broadcast?" She offered wiggling her blond eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

Okay. That's one extremely embarrassed expression on Susannah's face. Good job, Harley. "Not yet."

Not that she would have minded, of course. But he's not her Eddie and even though they're teamed up together, she's not sure if they're actually courting or going steady or whatever or if they're just friends.

He hasn't even kissed her yet.

"Not yet!" Harley squealed with glee, "Oooo I just can't wait! It's amazing how strong the bonds of love can be forged through the fires of...all this crap we're being forced into." She giggled.

Susannah laughs with her. "You're telling me! Remind me, someday, how to tell you how I met my husband." She cocks her head to the side. "I've been meaning to ask, what were you before you came here?"

She grinned in a slightly crooked way "A psychotic criminal clown with a fixation on a homicidal maniac who was trying to turn her life around but kept falling into bad habits because madness is almost always more fun then being a nice sane person." She explained in a casual "Matter of fact" voice.

"How about you?"

"A gunslinger," Susannah answers readily. Once she--well, Odetta--might have been slightly horrified by the description of Harley's passed, but she remembers Detta's life now too. "Do you know Cuthbert? I'm not from his world, but I spent a long time there. Before that... before that I was the heiress to a Dental Equipment corporation. And a civil rights worker."

Which makes her sound much too normal and sane, which honestly would be the point, except she feels kind of terrible for pretending to be sane when Harley's owning up that she isn't.

"With multiple personalities."

Harley whistled, clearly impressed.

"Boy that's gotta be a trip! How long have you had the condition?" She inquired in a playfully curious way. After all this is the field she has dedicated her life to. Madness and fun!

"Since I was five," Susannah says, shrugging. "Brick fell on my head." Was dropped on her head. "It's better than it used to be. Used to be I wasn't aware of it. Used to be I didn't remember what the other half did."

Harley visibly winced at the brick comment like it was a cartoon. "And now you're totally aware while they take the wheel? What's that like?"

Already she was referencing hundreds of other cases she had either witnessed in person or read about.

"It's... it's a bit like I pull back and she comes forward," Susannah says, hesitantly. "Sometimes. I'm sorry, I'm 'ologist of the psyche' as my friend Roland might say to be able to properly talk about this."

"Eh, no worries." Harley waved dismissively "You're doing great!" She added encouragingly.

"Ooo! So when you're in the arena is she still in there? Or do they treat her like a superpower?"

"Detta?" Susannah blinks. "No. Why would they? I don't think these Gamemaker fellas are very interested in keepin' people sane and whole."

That earned her a delighted Harley laugh.

"Well yeah of course not! Crazy is way more fun and interesting. I just figured...well some people's extra personalities are more suited for some situations you see? In fact some people develop other personalities strictly for the purpose of dealing with a situation they can't handle." She stuck a thumb into her chest to indicate herself.

"For example, Dr. Harleen Quinzel became Harley Quinn."

Oh. No wonder she'd felt such an odd kinship with the woman.

"And Odetta Holmes made Detta Walker to act out on her anger and pain, to follow through all of her evil impulses--so that Odetta could take the higher ground, could be selfless and forgivin' and above-all good." Her voice has a distant quality, as if she's not sure if she's talking to Harley or to herself. "Made her and forgot about her and made her forget Odetta as well. And then, when they both knew each other, made Susannah Dean to reconcile the diff'rence."

Harley winked cheekily and tapped her nose "Anyone ever tell you what a smart cookie you are?" There was a purr of admiration in those words.

Susannah smiles at her. "From time to time, honey."

She's suddenly pretty darn glad she and Miss Harley Quinn shared that elevator together.

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Harley twirled her razor edged boomerang thoughtfully.

"Well hey where are my manners? Come on in! The compound is mostly deserted. You can poke around, maybe push the red button with me! No need to stress all the time after all. We're here to have fun!"

She gestured towards the ominous compound with a crooked grin that was also somehow meant to be genuine.

The last few days... they've been pretty good. Especially with Eddie around. When it's just her, Susannah can get kinda lonely... which more often than she'd like leads to talking to herself. But with Eddie around, more often than not it's just her there. Susannah. And as much as she needs Detta sometimes, that's really just how she likes it.

Susannah's on a supply run, crawling through the undergrowth in search of more abandoned buildings or the hidden caches of dead tributes. Her thoughts are a bit distracted, which is as good a time as any for someone to get the jump on her.

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And getting the jump is exactly what Eva is tried for, cozied up between a tree and an overhang of vine and moss, although she's under the impression that Susannah is some sort of animal rustling in the underbrush. She's seen the signs of activity in the area - a few footprints here or there, broken twigs and threads from clothing - and she's been lying in wait for several hours to both rest and listen for who it might be.

She's desperately hungry. Much of her food has gone to Eponine (less to Sigma), and Holiday's supplies didn't last her terribly long. She knows the plants are poisonous, but she hasn't seen any indication that the animals are (yet).

When she hears the rustling approach her, she barely wastes time to push some of the brush out of her way to see her target before she attacks it. She sees the stump legs before anything else.

"You!" she hisses as she tries to bring the spear-head she's fashioned into a knife into Susannah's lower back.

It's lucky for Susannah that Eva does hiss at her, because that alerts her enough that she manages to dodge, curving herself around from where Eva had meant to stab her with the makeshift knife. Instead of stabbing, its descent leaves a shallow cut along Susannah's side as she twists around to face Eva.

Who's dis bitch? Detta questions in her head and it's a valid question, actually.

"Do I know you?"

The blade sinks into the earth, and that saves Susannah's life, because Eva has to waste time yanking it back out.

"You cut up my little girl's legs." Eva's lips contort into a snarl as she wrenches the knife back out and swings again with it, this time for Susannah's neck.

Leave dis bitch to me.

Detta twists out of the way, quick as a snake, cackling with laughter.

"Dat honky bitch came from yore saggy cunt? She don' look anythin' like you! You musta fucked some kinda gator!"

"What did you call me?" Eva shrieks and twists the knife again, going for Detta's neck. Eva will tolerate being called that by Sponsors, by other Victors, by the people who hold her in hell and refuse to let her fight back.

But a Tribute? No.

Sorry, Eva. Detta is not only the absolute worst, but she's way too good at dodging.

"I called you a saggy ole cunt, you gator-fuckin' bitch! Did yore daddy come too much in yore ear that you can't hear anymore?"

Honestly, though, she probably ought to go back to crawling through the grass again, instead of taunting you, Eva. Fun as it is.

Eva's knife cuts air, but she isn't so easily dissuaded. She lunges forward to tackle Detta and straddle her, ignoring the blade in favor of raw force and ferocity. Saliva pools in the crevices of her snarl, and her fingernails, kept long despite the conditions here, catch the light like fish tackle.

Damn, this old bitch was good. Detta is impressed, despite herself. She squeezes her eyes shut immediately, so the hag can't pop an eyeball out with those nails and concentrates on getting her arms free so's she can choke a bitch.

"Didja say thank you when Daddy fucked yore ear so hard it broke th' drum?"

Eva doesn't waste time with a retort. Instead she tries to jam the point of her elbow down on Detta's throat, making a feral sound like a cat being dragged across a hot floor would.

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Let me just not check anything.

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Shall we wrap this puppy up?

yes, we should

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oh hey, if harley's talked with donnie, that means suze found eddie

Time is weird. We can just roll with it.

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bah i hate missing typos, there should have be a 'no' before 'ologist' up there

No worries~ Happens to the best of us.

yesss, true

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I AM SO VERY SORRY FOR THIS

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