retrieverchef: worried (distressed)
Eliot Spencer ([personal profile] retrieverchef) wrote in [community profile] thearena2012-06-18 03:32 am
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WHO| Team Crime
WHAT| Regrouping and planning
WHEN| Night following the second Cornucopia melee
WHERE| Q14
WARNINGS| Discussions and treatment of injuries, possible language



Eliot kept a gentle arm around Momoko, ready to catch and carry her if the need arose. Her complete silence ate at him. Yes, she was soft-spoken, but she spoke. He grieved, also silently, for the small piece of innocence the Capitol had stolen from her today.

He looked over at Ariadne. "You need me to carry anything?"

He paused and looked around. The setting sun cast long, dark shadows around them. They needed to find shelter soon before the nightly wind kicked up a dust storm. He flicked a hair out of his face and sighed. None of the buildings around them looked sturdy enough to risk entering. "Do either of you see some decent shelter?"

Hopefully one of them would see something he'd missed.
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[personal profile] retrieverchef 2012-07-12 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He smiles slightly. "She asked if I can read," he explains wryly. "Apparently, I butchered what she wrote in Kanji. Can you pile some of the smaller wood debris just on this side of the hole in the roof?"

He throws the intestines of the animals well away from their hideout, keeping the skins to line whatever sticks he used to cook the meat.
buildingreality: (a tiny smile)

[personal profile] buildingreality 2012-07-13 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
She nods, biting back the urge to laugh, as she moves to collect the debris. And then, remembering the cameras watching them, decides to chuckle a little - quietly, to herself. Just enough to show them that she's human, the same as everyone else.
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[personal profile] retrieverchef 2012-07-14 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," he mutters despite the twinkle in his eyes. "Go ahead and laugh. I can speak a some Japanese and I understand most of what I hear, but I don't read it very well."
cowardfacinghappiness: Momoko looking to the side, confused and thoughtful. (Hmmm.)

[personal profile] cowardfacinghappiness 2012-07-15 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Momoko just stared at the two of them, utterly confused. What were they talking about? They both spoke perfect Japanese. Everyone in the Capitol did.

Which was. Kind of odd, actually, since this was definitely not Japan. Hm. Momoko frowned, thinking.
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[personal profile] retrieverchef 2012-07-15 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Eliot looked over at Momoko. He smiled gently at her. "What are you thinking, imouto? I'll try not to slaughter your Kanji this time."
buildingreality: (glancing over her shoulder)

[personal profile] buildingreality 2012-07-17 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I couldn't tell at all," Ariadne replied lightly, looking more amused than anything else. Truth be told, her own thoughts were mirroring those of Momoko's, wondering why everyone spoke flawless English when that really wasn't the case most of the time. Usually, of course, but not all the time. She wondered, for a moment, if they would understand even if she spoke French, if it was a trick of the Capitol or some such.
cowardfacinghappiness: Momoko pouting childishly. (Pout)

[personal profile] cowardfacinghappiness 2012-07-22 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Well, now they were just teasing her. Momoko was hardly in the mood to bear this, but she didn't think allowing her true feelings to show would go over well with the sponsors. Rather than letting loose the death glare she would have preferred, Momoko pouted and wiped away her lovely Kanji with a swipe of her hand.
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[personal profile] retrieverchef 2012-07-22 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nani ga machigatte imasuke, imouto?" Eliot moved to sit beside her. Well, as close to beside her as he could without bringing their uncooked dinner where she'd have to look too closely at it. He figured she probably wouldn't appreciate that. "Can you hear the difference now?"

He sighed quietly as he worked the first carcass onto the hide-wrapped stick. "I don't know how they did it. Maybe it's part of how they brought us here. But we're really not speaking Japanese."
buildingreality: (a tiny smile)

[personal profile] buildingreality 2012-07-23 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ariadne, to her credit, wasn't making fun of or teasing Momoko quite as much as she was teasing Eliot. She sat contently back, watching the pair of them with more amusement than she had felt in ages. Even if the entire situation was screwed up, they were about to eat rats, and Momoko had been effectively silenced.
cowardfacinghappiness: Momoko looking bewildered and scared. (Um.)

[personal profile] cowardfacinghappiness 2012-07-24 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Momoko wasn't entirely sure at this point if she was pouting because she felt teased or because of the Capitol making her feel stupid, if probably inadvertently this time. Or possibly because she'd nearly been strangled to death earlier today.

Whatever the reason she didn't feel like stopping soon, so she just leaned back and pouted at the ceiling, as much for the cameras as to avoid looking at dinner. She was definitely in a 'canned fruit' mood this evening and she voiced this by scribbling out the kanji for 'fruit' in the dust.
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[personal profile] retrieverchef 2012-07-24 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Eliot caught sight of her scribbling as he walked over to the small stack of firewood. "Fruit? Am I readin' that right, imouto?"
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