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Who| Everyone in the arena
What| Even more reasons to hate the Capitol.
Where| Everywhere.
When| 4 am.
Warnings/Notes| Any group is being targeted to be separated. Everyone should be tagging someone they are not with, as well as those they are, as the Gamemakers are driving them apart. (You can feel free to search for, and possibly find your buddies later)

Once upon a time, when this place was a much happier place, fireworks would light up the sky, delighting children and leaving everyone with a magical feeling in their hearts.

This will not leave anyone with a magical feeling.

It was much later than a fireworks show would have ever gone. Closer to dawn then not, when anyone who could rest, even those far from it, would have finally managed to drift off.

It started with a strange, warbling music. For those familiar with this place it feels wrong, close to something they would connect with this show, but wrong. Distorted. Stumbling through a few bars, it starts to peter out just in time for a high pitches whistling.

And then the first firework explodes into the ground in a shower of bright colors, lighting up the castle. There is a moment of silence as the sparks fade.

And then all hell breaks loose.

Whoever is controlling the fireworks obviously have goals in mind. The strikes are tight, controlled. They are herding. Targeting the groups, the pairs, driving them apart.

The fireworks aren't made to kill (although a direct hit may), but they burn flesh, and leave anyone who looks at them too close momentarily blinded. Ever one is a shrieker, loud, louder then the shrillest fourth of July fireworks, screaming toward their targets. The arena is suddenly a shrill battleground, full of blindingly bright colors.

Th whole attack doesn't last longer than 20 minutes, petering off as the divisions have been deemed enough. A few squeal through the night here and there and then finally, blissfully silent.

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Parker laughs again.

"Yeah, he'd like you."

Eliot would say the same thing. In Parker's head, Eliot would still win.

With the fireworks ebbing for the moment, Parker looks up, and back at him.

"Too exposed."

Looking around, he agrees with her. "Well, it wasn't my idea to stop." He cocks his head to the side, sizing the whole thing up.

"Ladies first."

Parker heads towards Club 33. Potential food and alcohol (not that she would partake in the latter). As it's a rather secret place, she hopes most of the tribute wouldn't've raided the bar peanuts.

"Want food. Come on, person Eliot would like."

Names don't matter as much as a reason for Parker to remember them.

"It's Bucky, dame who knows a fella named Eliot." He pauses a second, then adds. "Barnes, private. If you gotta know more than that."

He follows her, close behind, but not so close as to make her skittish. He hopes. And if the fireworks come back, he doesn't want them to get the both of them at once. "I like a gal who knows how to lead."

"The army. Yup. Totally right. Eliot would like you." Army, fighting, funny. If he was a girl, Eliot would hit on him.

She doesn't provide her name, and when she pushes open the door, she waits a moment, hoping that any of the feral things will run out.

The best thing about her collection, a small flashlight, as she scans the room.

"Parker."

Slightly late coming, but there's a name.

He takes the name, and files it away for later. He's fine calling people ma'am in perpetuity.

"Is this Eliot guy here, or?" Bucky was still trying to find his way around this place. To get his feet well enough on the ground that he didn't feel like he was always improvising.

"Eliot's here. Don't know where, but here."

Parker will get confused by the formality, eventually. Right now, she's looking for dried food, and comes up with a snack packet of peanuts: three packets, to be exact.

"Catch."

He's quick with his reflexes, so he catches the peanuts with no trouble. But then he looks at her curiously, remembering that brief directive that they were all meant to kill each other.

"You don't mind sharing?"

Bucky didn't, but he'd let her take the whole tiny cache of peanuts, if she wanted. He was stupid like that.

"Don't need them all." Right now, Parker's still well-rested and fed. For "Hunger Games" food's been easy to come by.

Don't let Parker get away with taking things. She doesn't stop at a few. She's not good with limits.

"Good for protein and energy." This is how she determines food's worth, particularly when on a job.

"Too much salt." She sticks out her tongue, before eating a few more.

Well, who is he to criticize? He rips the packet open (it takes him a minute to figure out where to tear it) and scarfs a handfull of peanuts down.

Then he starts tossing them up and trying to catch them in his mouth, like a show-offy teenage boy.

OOooooh, competition, as that's how Parker sees it.

It may be dim, but she tosses a peanut up in the air, and catches it.

Then she sticks out her tongue to show said peanut to her companion.

"Hauh ih." She says, though carefully, to avoid dropping the peanut.

"Can you do two at once?" Bucky tries a couple times, missing one of the peanuts and then missing both of them, before finally managng to catch two and biting down with a very satisfied sounding crunch.

(He'd pick the ones he missed off the ground. It doesn't seem like dirt will hurt them much. )

"Yup."

Unlike the few attempts the man takes, Parker's more careful. She stares at the peanuts like she's doing calculations (which is quite possible) before throwing them up in the air, catching them with little difficulty.

"See!"

His hands are folded. "I didn't," he says, straight-faced but in good humor. "It's dark."

Parker takes it literally, repeating the feat.

This time, she sticks her tongue out.

"Thsee." She lisps, tongue still sticking out.

"Fine, fine, alright," he says, beaten square. "I'll give you the point."

"Thank ku," she says, tongue still out.

Then, the peanuts meet their end.

"Gotta be more."

Parker's going to contentedly search for more food.

She'll split the take with her peanut partner. That may be how she remembers him in the future.

"I'll look, too," he said, suddenly trying to sound bigger than himself. He wasn't the sort to admit it, but he hated standing around when other people were making themselves useful. Bucky didn't want to be a burden to anybody— it was something he had burned into him, as a kid.

Parker's ability to move quickly, or be utterly still depends on the circumstances, or the job. Right now, she's on neither, but finding food is always of vital importance.

"Alcohol," there's a sigh. This place should've been full of it.

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omg that icon <3

She makes the best faces

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