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Who| Lady, Little Rock, & Enjolras
What| Lady is looking for food and stumbles upon a couple of Tributes with bayonets.
Where| Little Rock and Enjolras' hiding place
When| Week Three
Warnings/Notes| Violence and accidental character death.
Lady didn't know much about hunger. It was a sensation she'd never truly experienced before. Back home, when her little stomach would twist, she would bark or beg and soon she would be given something to eat. That uncomfortable feeling never lasted for very long and she never really put much thought into it. That's simply how it was. She was hungry, so she ate.
The deprivation she felt in the arena was entirely foreign to her and it seemed to supersede all other motivation. Of course, she knew better than to present herself as entirely helpless. She'd seen enough of the terror in this place than to welcome weakness. But she was starving, and because she was starving, all other needs were slipping aside.
She needed help. She needed food. And so, she began scrounging, by cover of darkness. She would try to seek out where other Tributes had been earlier in the day, hoping that they'd have moved on and left behind some scrap of something edible. It wasn't a glamorous or even a particularly well thought out plan, but it was instinctive. Humans had food, and humans would throw food away. If she followed the humans, perhaps she wouldn't go hungry.
What| Lady is looking for food and stumbles upon a couple of Tributes with bayonets.
Where| Little Rock and Enjolras' hiding place
When| Week Three
Warnings/Notes| Violence and accidental character death.
Lady didn't know much about hunger. It was a sensation she'd never truly experienced before. Back home, when her little stomach would twist, she would bark or beg and soon she would be given something to eat. That uncomfortable feeling never lasted for very long and she never really put much thought into it. That's simply how it was. She was hungry, so she ate.
The deprivation she felt in the arena was entirely foreign to her and it seemed to supersede all other motivation. Of course, she knew better than to present herself as entirely helpless. She'd seen enough of the terror in this place than to welcome weakness. But she was starving, and because she was starving, all other needs were slipping aside.
She needed help. She needed food. And so, she began scrounging, by cover of darkness. She would try to seek out where other Tributes had been earlier in the day, hoping that they'd have moved on and left behind some scrap of something edible. It wasn't a glamorous or even a particularly well thought out plan, but it was instinctive. Humans had food, and humans would throw food away. If she followed the humans, perhaps she wouldn't go hungry.
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With the proximity he could more accurately assess her size and determine that there was no real danger posed to them. In fact, he knew her from the Capitol. This was the-- She was, more than likely, an invalid.
"Help me." He ordered Little Rock, tensely. "I know her, she won't hurt you. She's troubled."
Lady was still moving against him, and as he considered her quite insane, Little Rock assisting was a gamble. Nevertheless, the girl had proved she was less fragile than he gave he credit for on multiple occasions. Maybe it was time he actually started treating her that way.
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Troubled didn't mean good things. Not to Little Rock, not to anyone who knew even a little bit of adult speak. Troubled meant trouble, meant couldn't take care of herself. Not something needed in a desperate fight for survival. Which would explain Little Rock's totally incredulous look as he made the request of her. There were the two of them. That was enough of a liability, in her book. Crazy ladies could go take care of themselves.
"Get rid of her!"
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"He... help." Her voice was strangled, eyes wide as she started to slump and fall. There was something wet on her body. Lady didn't know what it was.