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Who| Homura and OPEN; also, Homura and Eponine
What| Homura's third week in the Arena. It ends in the absolute best way possible, really.
Where| Throughout the non-lava-y areas of the Arena.
When| Throughout the first five days of Week 3
Warnings/Notes| Violence, suicidal thoughts and death.

The thought of the future weighed heavily on Homura as time began to drift by.

She'd only used one mask, yes. She'd barely used her power, true. But the vision Sigma described couldn't be ignored. If she did not die, soon, she would be forced to use multiple masks, for some unforeseen trick created by the Capitol. And as time would go by, her Soul Gem would corrupt. And then, the point of no return...

It wasn't that death frightened her, or the prospect of becoming a Witch. No, in truth she would embrace the prospect in a heartbeat, weary and dreary as she had become, as the world, the universe, everything had become to her. But she would do it her way. It would be her choice when she died, for good and forever, her choice to become a monster and waste away into an abomination to be hunted. Just as she vowed it would be her choice to die in the Arenas, in the manners she saw fit.

These deaths were temporary. A welcome reprieve from the void itself, embracing her for a moment in sweet nothing and oblivion. But then, slowly, she'd start re-emerging from the blackness, always the same dream. Always the massive tendrils of a growing Brocken spectre, taller and taller with every moment, as the cogs danced with warped delight. Before, at last, as both the screams and laughter and dancing and dying echoed all around Homura, she woke up in the recovery room, eyes wide, face covered in cold sweat.

And then, she was reset. Just like back home.

So she drifted about, not even bothering to hide. She had gone down to the gift shop, or had tried; though it would have been fitting, she felt boiling in magma would be stupid. No. Someone had to kill her. It had to look legitimate, at least. Of course if she couldn't find a way, she knew Sigma would send her on her way. But, somewhere in her, it suddenly bothered her. Putting the burden on him so soon after he found out why felt patently wrong, somehow.

So she searched. Not to kill. But to be killed.

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One thing Sandy hated about the arena? One out of many things?

How easy it was to lose track of Pruna.

Despite being allies and practically glued to the hip, sometimes all it took was for Sandy to look away for a moment and they'd get seperated. At first she thought Pruna was ditching her, but it seemed this was not the case.

And so quietly she stalked through the halls in bunny print pajamas with blood staining the arms and around the collar. A mess of bandages were wrapped around the edges from her face. Another victim of the masks clearly.

With a crowbar in hand and a bag on her back she tried to decide if she looked more threatening then a tempting target.

Given her size? She determined she probably looked like a walking bag of free loot.

She peered around the next corner cautiously and spotted Homura. Normally she greeted the younger tributes but after meeting the last young girl who had come close to stabbing her, she hesitated.

Homura, for her part, was simply looking. Again, not bothering to hide. There was no point. In fact, she seemed more interested in casually walking up the steps to the upper floor of the IMAX.

Surely there was a bench, somewhere, that she could just sit on and do nothing for a few minutes, right? Right.

Sandy followed at a distance, this was one of the places in the museum she hadn't visited yet and she had to admit she was curious about it as well as the girl.

Unfortunately Sandy was only as stealthy as she was unlucky. An unidentified puddle on the floor (She did not want to think about what it was) caused her to slip and stumble, her footsteps falling hard on the tile. In a panic she straightened up trying to look casual in case Homura had heard that.

...as casual as a girl in blood soaked pajamas with a crowbar could be.

Eponine was wandering the corridors now. She didn't want to go back. She didn't know where to go back to, not after walking in on Marius and Cosette and their friends watching a video of her seducing Marius. She didn't want to go back to Orc. In her heart of hearts, she could admit that she wanted him for nothing more than his blind praise of her and her desire to have someone - anyone fill the emptiness inside her. She didn't want to go back.

So she wandered the halls, looking for... well, looking for trouble. And trouble did she find. That awful girl who had tackled her at the wedding, who had refused to allow Eponine the chance of ending it all.

Eponine picked up her tattered pink skirts (for she was still wearing Lottie's dress, though in a fit of self-depreciating anger, she had slashed it to rags) and held her shard of glass steady in her left hand. Just for once she wanted someone to hurt just as much as she did.

She stopped, at the sound of the puddle. Slowly, her head, her whole body turned to face the origin of the disturbance. She saw Sandy. The way she was looking, there was no way Homura didn't.

She merely turned and began to walk away, taking two steps towards the illuminated walls.

"I decided when I arrived to let my actions speak to them, as opposed to my words."

She froze at the third step, when the sound of her voice filled the theater. Her head instantly whipped around, staring at the giant picture of her in her wedding garb. A look at a moment from the recent past.

In the present, her eyes widened slightly as she watched.

"If it means that I must take lives, even these duplicate lives of mine, then I won't hesitate. It may not win me many friends, but..." She closed her eyes. "It can't be helped. I'm not the type for many friends, in any case."

At this, Homura closed her eyes. Likely, they would show the rest of her conversation. Which meant...no. She wasn't upset this was being shown. She wasn't.

Hence why her legs stumbled backwards, slightly, as she flopped onto a bench. Hopefully, that girl wasn't still there.

"Well, if not friends, what about partners?"

Hopefully, she wasn't still watching.

Edited 2014-02-06 01:00 (UTC)

Homura had been wandering around more, becoming tired. Not physically, not yet. Tired of looking for a suitable end. She was actually tempted to just throw her Soul Gem into a force field if her endeavor didn't go well. At the very least, it would be a quick death.

But not a convincing death. Not after that video. At the very least, if she was going to not win, and everyone figured she had no interest in actually winning, she'd at least not win well. By her choice.

Always by her choice. That was her vow.

So when she saw Eponine, standing a good several yards away, she almost turned and left. What would be the point of doing anything to her? Her words had fallen on deaf ears, before, and Eponine had been no exception. Eponine could not possibly understand her desire to die, much less understand her. Her actions during the wedding alone showed, at least to Homura, that she was too blinded by a--

The wedding.

Homura's face darkened as a thought flashed through her mind. So Eponine felt she was worthless, not worth it. That she had no way to express her true despair at what had happened, regarding her feelings, her life. Her very existence.

Perhaps...

Slowly, Homura turned around, a hint of blase casualness in her tone, and flipped her hair with her hand.

"I see you've come to seek me out," she spoke, not bothering to look at Eponine. Hoping that her countenance would be the start of the end, at least. Broadcast an indifference towards Eponine. "I'm surprised you would."

She was...and unfortunately she was.

Struggling for something to say, well aware she was no longer sneaking she cleared her throat.

"That's uh...that's pretty heavy."

Way to go Sandy. You are a master wordsmith.

Homura tensed up at the words spoken in her directions. Damnit.

Her fists clench on her knees.

"Its nothing."

"Sure didn't seem like nothing."

Sandy was not the smartest girl but she was far from the dumbest. She sat down in a seat one seat apart from Homura.

"That blows. Who's bright idea was it to show personal stuff on these movie screens?" She complained trying to lighten the mood a little. "If I sit here long enough maybe they'll show you something personal about me."

"It is quite easy to discern who is responsible." Homura's tone was taut, tense. "But...it was nothing. My reasons..."

Who would understand them, aside from Sigma, possibly? She was being made to look like she was undermining the Capitol. It wasn't untrue, in a sense. But it was made to look like something it wasn't. Especially in front of another.

"...It doesn't matter. Soon enough everyone will know my wish, won't they."

"Your wish?" Sandy turned to watch the girl curiously. She'd only ever seen Homura on the televisions before. She'd thought to look for her in the Capitol but...there was always so much going on.

"I know they say if you tell someone your wish then it won't come true...but what if someone else tells people what your wish is?" She muttered unable to keep from wondering out loud.

No one could know. No one could know the reasons for her wish. Because then, they would know her true wish. What she really wanted.

"I'm not worried." Stop shaking. You're better than this. "Knowing a person's wish is not the same as understanding it."

Sandy still didn't completely understand, but she saw the girl shaking and knew one of two things.

Either she needed help.

Or she would stab Sandy for trying.

Gently and with a lack of fear that only comes from reckless youth and idealism, Sandy reached across the seat that separated them and took Homura's hand, holding it.

"It freaked me out when I saw just how much the Capitol was monitoring. They even put a cuff on me for a few months that recorded everything I did and tracked my every move." Hopefully misery loved company.

"Why?" Eponine hugged her arms about her. She kept well back from Homura, watching the younger girl warily.

"I wasn't seeking you out." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She hoped she sounded nonchalant. She hoped that Homura would just go away and leave her alone.

"...Oh." Homura stared at the wall, speaking after a moment. "I see. I suppose, all things considered, it would make sense. You would not be a match for me, after all."

She gave something of a shrug.

"And I doubt you could be, as you are now. You are...hopeless. It would be like attacking a lame, listless animal." She turned away, as if to leave. "I guess, if I am to be in a fight, if I am to show the Capitol my capabilities, I should kill someone who would be worth it. Someone who would fight back. Someone who has been given a reason to live."

Her foot raised up, to take a step forward.

"Maybe more than one. Maybe a couple...like the Pontmercy newlyweds."

The reaction is immediate. Homura almost yanked her hand away, right then and there, and judging by the expression on her face, she really, truly wanted to.

Indeed, her other hand went to the bag she'd been carrying. How Sandy didn't see it, who knew. Homura knew how to hide herself, hide her things, when she wanted to. It was a souvenir cloth bag,, which she dragged towards her lap.

"I'm not...freaking out."

Though her reaction clearly said otherwise.

Eponine narrowed her eyes as Homura carried on with herself. Not fight back? Hopeless. Worthless. No reason to live. Homura's words struck the very core of her. She looked down at her bare feet, the tattered princess dress, her dirty hands and broken nails.

But then Homura mentioned Marius, and Eponine's head jerked up, and she glared at Homura.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on him. Do you hear me, you horrid gat? I shan't let you!"

(gat=cat. It's an insult, apparently!!!)

Sandy could often be very observant about people and their grown up issues.

She could also sometimes be thick as a brick. So far in this arena she had almost gotten killed for being childish enough to wear a bright orange cape, and had completely had a breakdown when the mask she'd been wearing almost ripped her face clean off.

This was not one of her better arenas.

Instead she kept the hand extended in offering.

"I didn't say you were freaking out. I said I freaked out. You're handling this much better then I did. I curled up on the floor of my shower while I was still dressed. They had to send like...two tributes, my escort and Katnisses little sister to drag me out again."

"I'm weak. Not too smart. All I can really do is run. So yeah...you're handling this heavy stuff way better then I am."

I'm weak. Not too smart. All I can really do is run.

It was a lie. She wasn't. She was only handling it in the way she knew how to handle it. The way Homura had handled it since...she had lost count the times she'd run. Leaped back. Reset everything.

That bag might be slipped over that outstretched hand.

"Here. Take it." Homura's voice was controlled once more, as it always was. "You'll need them more than I will now. But be careful with what's inside. The bombs aren't that sensitive, but all the same. They are bombs."

Edited 2014-02-07 13:48 (UTC)

Gat. Ha. Homura had been looking for a gun, having gotten the bullets. Not that Homura realized that that was no what Eponine meant. That wasn't the point.

The point was that her words were having their intended effect.

"I thought you didn't care." Her foot finished its first step, and began to take its second, casual one. "Besides, what can you do to stop me? Do you really think you can?"

Edited 2014-02-07 13:51 (UTC)

Did Eponine think she could stop Homura? Homura who knew how to make bombs, who had killed Sigma the arena before... no. Eponine didn't think she stood a chance of beating Homura. But it didn't stop her from holding her position. She forced her shoulders back so that, for once, she was stood straight, and she levelled her glass at the younger girl.

"Mademoiselle, I shall not let you hurt them. I will stop you, be assured."

Homura didn't respond with words. She let her actions do the talking for her, knowing it would only provoke her more.

She simply continued to walk. As if to say, then stop me.

She took the bag without question then felt her blood run cold looking to the bag immediately and gripping tighter.

"What do you mean you- w-wait bombs!? These are...these are bombs? How did you make bombs?" She sounded a bit overwhelmed by the prospect. If she thought for a moment she'd recall seeing explosions on TV from the last arena, but she had no idea it was Homura who had made them.

"And bullets, if you find a gun." Homura looked down. "Call it a specialty of mine."

Edited 2014-02-08 17:44 (UTC)

The word bullets dredged up unpleasant memories for Sandy but she swallowed them back down along with the lump in her throat.

"So...you're not gonna be needing them anymore?" Her voice was low and dark. Sandy could guess why Homura would feel that way. It was all right there on the movie screen even if now it had gone back to showing some other tributes yelling at each other over something stupid.

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