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thearena2014-09-28 02:08 pm
carnagecarnival) wrote in thearena2014-09-28 02:08 pm
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You took my hand from the smoking gun
Who| Initiate and Sandy
What| Two kids catch up, one who's conditioning is nearly worn down, the other who's just getting started on her changes
Where| The foodcourt
When| Week five
WARNINGS| Avoxing/avoxes.
The foodcourt has already proven to be a dangerous place. There are still scorch makes left from the explosions, marks of gore, all on the parts where the roombas couldn't reach. His other self ain't here no more, killed at some point whilst he was gone. Neither of the other Kankris are there either.
But he's an Alternian and his own hive was decorated with blood. He's not going to be deterred by things as simple as that. Not this far in the game. And he really, really wants a soda. He doesn't wait this time for the other remaining avoxes to come out and deliver. He goes to the fountain drinks, grabs himself a cup and a straw, and downs that fizzy miracle. He can't taste it very well, only the slightest trace, but it's good enough and it's something to drink while everyone goes slowly mad from the water. And it's something he familiar he can hang onto while he waits for Terezi to return from whatever mysterious mission he has to embark upon.
And that's all he's thinking until he finds the pile still just a bit there, the roombas not having yet taken it all apart. And at the top of it, the pens and paper Kurloz left. There's a long moment of pause. He's already disobeyed beyond what's imaginable; he killed a tribute, and he can't undo that.
But... he can't undo that. He's going to be punished even beyond his own panic, as soon as he's out of the arena, surely. So why not this? With his pusher pounding, he takes up the notepad and pen. He hasn't got anyone what to talk to here, with Terezi gone, but he can just wait until she's back.
Or he can get caught standing here.
He hears the noise from behind and turns around fast, even knowing it will make no difference-- he culled one tribute but he won't be able to cull another one. Not after how it felt.
What| Two kids catch up, one who's conditioning is nearly worn down, the other who's just getting started on her changes
Where| The foodcourt
When| Week five
WARNINGS| Avoxing/avoxes.
The foodcourt has already proven to be a dangerous place. There are still scorch makes left from the explosions, marks of gore, all on the parts where the roombas couldn't reach. His other self ain't here no more, killed at some point whilst he was gone. Neither of the other Kankris are there either.
But he's an Alternian and his own hive was decorated with blood. He's not going to be deterred by things as simple as that. Not this far in the game. And he really, really wants a soda. He doesn't wait this time for the other remaining avoxes to come out and deliver. He goes to the fountain drinks, grabs himself a cup and a straw, and downs that fizzy miracle. He can't taste it very well, only the slightest trace, but it's good enough and it's something to drink while everyone goes slowly mad from the water. And it's something he familiar he can hang onto while he waits for Terezi to return from whatever mysterious mission he has to embark upon.
And that's all he's thinking until he finds the pile still just a bit there, the roombas not having yet taken it all apart. And at the top of it, the pens and paper Kurloz left. There's a long moment of pause. He's already disobeyed beyond what's imaginable; he killed a tribute, and he can't undo that.
But... he can't undo that. He's going to be punished even beyond his own panic, as soon as he's out of the arena, surely. So why not this? With his pusher pounding, he takes up the notepad and pen. He hasn't got anyone what to talk to here, with Terezi gone, but he can just wait until she's back.
Or he can get caught standing here.
He hears the noise from behind and turns around fast, even knowing it will make no difference-- he culled one tribute but he won't be able to cull another one. Not after how it felt.
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No Pruna. No Mindy. She was running out of people to stand between her and inevitable death. In one hand hung and bent hunk of metal that had once been a golf club. She'd beaten some Roombas back with it and it was mostly useless now.
Her tired eyes rose to find a familiar face. She couldn't even smile. All she could do was nod at him. Another step and she stumbled leaning on the wall to gather her strength.
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But not okay.
That's the second thing what registers and he wastes no more time in moving forward. He doesn't even mind the golf club, he just goes to her grabbing her shoulders in firm contact to look her over. Even her eyes, if all he can.
Then he takes a quick step back, taking to that pen and paper. Time to make use of this shit.
little sister, be you all of rightness?
Obviously not, is what he thinks, but he turns it over to show her anyway, concern held all upon his features.
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"I don't think I've been all right for a long time now. But you knew that already."
The screaming was still in her head. The constant fear. Someone could sneak up on her while she's talking to him. Or maybe...maybe he's still so much a puppet of the Capitol she should fear him. Her muscles tighten but she can't bring herself to fear him properly. Not when she saw him broken.
"My nails are growing back you know?" She mumbled a little deleterious showing him her fingertips where tiny scraps of fingernail were growing back after the Capitol had ripped them out.
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His breath doesn't catch so much. Before he was in Capitol, he did interrogation work of his own. He's seen this before. But it doesn't make him happy to see, not one bit. He thinks, at least it wasn't upon her feet. It's been done on trolls and some of them ain't walked right and proper again.
He frowns, taking her hand careful so as not to brush them healing tips. He gives her fingers the smallest squeeze with his thumb.
He writes: WANT AS TO CHILL IN THE STRAW PILE? he can get sodas.
He gives a nod to the aforementioned massive pile of straws behind him.
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She let him lead her to the straws where she flopped graciously. "You shouldn't be too comfortable around me. So far all my allies have died off so that probably means you're next."
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He slurps, mulls over her words. The paper goes down and with it the pen.
HE'S AN AVOX. he ain't going to win. REGARDLESS, HE'S NEVER MADE TRY AS TO WIN ANYWAY JUST SURVIVE. it ain't so bad, dying. HE AIN'T MIND SO MUCH AS TO FRET.
He turns that around for her, shrugging.
asides. SHE'S HIS FRIEND. ain't hardly no one else what he'd be at on being more comfortable up around. TAKING THE SMALL MIRACLES.
A pause in his pen strokes.
you've gotten far this time, little sister.
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Watching him right she mutters "At least you're still as wordy as you used to be." And the ghost of a smile flits across her lips.
Reading his words she looks sad but nods. "It's weird. I kind of hoped dying would get easier for me after the first few times but I'm still afraid. I'm afraid that this time will be the last one. That I won't wake up anymore and everything I've done will be...wasted."
Curling her fingers around a straw she studied it lost in thought, then peeled off the paper on one end, taking it into her lips and blowing sending the paper shooting off her straw to bounce off his face.
"I'm still not as brave, or strong, or smart as you or Pruna or Mindy. But I'm not an idiot, and I'm not weak...and I guess I'm not even a coward even though I'm afraid."
Flopping back in the straws she sighed.
"I just don't know what I am anymore. Because the girl I used to be could never have lasted this long or...done the stuff I did."
Killed. Violently.
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He taps his temple once. Then, STILL HIM UP INS. even if outers seem differentlike.
He nods along with her words though, as she speaks. Right up until she shoots him with straw wrapper. He blinks, then laughs a breathy laugh.
PLENTY STRONG. Plenty brave. PLENTY SMART. he does not fear death because he has his faith. HAVE PURPOSE ON BOTH PLANES. have people on both sides. THAT IS ALL. He writes. Then he stops to think, eyes going down as he stares on through the floor in the default way of avoxes. Or maybe just all of deepest thought.
His pen lifts and hesitates, is set down again and repeat. Until finally...
he was different once, little sister. HE HAS NEVER BEEN UNCHANGING. before he was this, he was as you knew him. BEFORE HE WAS HE, HE WAS DIFFERENT THEN AS WELL.
had forgotten much, i had. BUT THE BOOK. and this all. AND YOU. you reminded him. WAS LIKE YOU ONCE. i
HEi did not want the cull, at first. DIDN'T WANT AS FOR STRIFE. he wanted something not of his world. HE WANTED SOMETHING HE COULD NOT HAVE. and he wanted until he ceased to believe it all the motherfuck together. AND HE FORGOT WHO HE WAS.before even that, he was another troll. ONE WITH STITCHED LIPS AND NO TWITCHER MAW. and before that, he too could speak and did so. HE IS NOT UNBREAKABLE STEEL, UNCHANGEABLE ELEMENT. Never have been.
HE CAN'T TELL HER WHO AS SHE'LL BE. he ain't even know who he's all to be right the fuck now. SOMETHING'S CHANGED IN HIM AS IT HAS IN YOU.
but he will try to be here whenever all as you find out. CAN FIGURE ON IT TOGETHERLIKE. if she wants.
He stops, put his pen down, and puts his hands on his folded knees. He draws in breath deep, then expels it. That was a lot of damn words. It's good to make sure he's still steady.
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"I'd like that. You've already helped me find some parts of me I never knew I had like when you used your spooky nightmare powers on me. The Voodoo or whatever. You're the coolest troll around here that's for sure."
Mind she had only ever gotten really spent time with maybe two trolls including him.
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He leans right back against her side. He's okay with this, he thinks. This is being something good. And of course, he chuckles in that silent way when she calls the chucklevoodoo "spooky nightmare powers".
His vocals are no good, tongue is being gone, but with that chitinous windpipe still there, he can give a clicking insectile little trill. Almost like a purr, that.
HE WILL THEN.
may be all for the-- how to describe conditioning, he wonders-- returning of capitol servitude again when all he is back. HAVE PATIENCE. he will do his best to return, if all such be the case.
And if they left him for dead, well, he just hopes she won't take it harsh.
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"Well if they mess with your brain again Pruna and I will just have to fix you again. Smack your head, paint your face. Whatever works. We won't let you be one of their dolls if we can help it."
As exhausted as she was, she still found it all too easy to get riled up when he was threatened.
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HIS BEST GIRLS.
don't get hurt on part by him though. HE HAS SURVIVED WELL ENOUGH THUS FAR. she has been marked by their ilk already.
He eyes her burn scar. And more so, the hardness in his eyes.
HE WILL ACCEPT HIS DOLLHOOD IF HIS FAMILY IS SAFE. includes you, girl.
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"But it doesn't keep us safe. You know there's no proof that just because you behave they won't come after us. Me especially since..."
She caught herself and shook her head.
"Well I just can't keep my mouth shut."
It wasn't what she'd meant to say but she couldn't say what she'd meant to say. Not here, probably not ever.
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The backtracking is echoed too, but he can't say he expected that. He raises his brows at her, giving her a long appraising look. He wonders...
SEEKING HIM OUT TO PUT WORD BACK IN HIS MAW WILL ONLY LET THEM TO HEAR YOU FASTER. take heed his faith in you to do your best.
He turns to her, leaning forward to bump his forhead against hers, like a goat would.
THERE'S NO PROOF THEY WON'T. but there is neither guarantee they will. WE ARE STILL ALIVE. let us stay that way as long as all we can. WE ARE MOVING FORWARD. even if it ain't all seeming so.
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"We keep moving then. And when we can't run we'll walk. And when we can't walk we'll crawl. And if we can't crawl...we'll find someone to ride on."
Words came easily. Hope did not.
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He gives a nod. He reaches to touch the top of her hand, like he can give that hope.
Then, there's another stretch of silence, until finally, he can't ignore the empty cups any longer and he rises up to refill them.