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thearena2013-06-28 09:18 pm
needsaprince) wrote in thearena2013-06-28 09:18 pm
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Who| Lottie, and Some, Jay (&Neffa?) and eventually Shepard!
What| Lottie meeting up with her people, and running into Shepard late down the line.
Where| Candy arena
When| A bit after the cornucopia
Warnings/Notes| None atm. The thread is started within for Shepard!
This was disgusting.
Once, when she had been very young, Lottie had fallen into the Bayou. She was scooped out incredibly quickly, but she smell and the feel of it had clung to her, and it was the most disgusting thing she could think of.
She would glad go for a swim in the bayou right now. The sun made everything soft and stick. her costumes didn't help, glad to gather a stick residue. She had already ditched the wig and stockings, thought the later were tied around her waist just in case.
Tired, and not really caring if she made a very obvious target, Lottie dragged herself to a shaded rocky outcropping, and did her best to find the least stick place to rest.
What| Lottie meeting up with her people, and running into Shepard late down the line.
Where| Candy arena
When| A bit after the cornucopia
Warnings/Notes| None atm. The thread is started within for Shepard!
This was disgusting.
Once, when she had been very young, Lottie had fallen into the Bayou. She was scooped out incredibly quickly, but she smell and the feel of it had clung to her, and it was the most disgusting thing she could think of.
She would glad go for a swim in the bayou right now. The sun made everything soft and stick. her costumes didn't help, glad to gather a stick residue. She had already ditched the wig and stockings, thought the later were tied around her waist just in case.
Tired, and not really caring if she made a very obvious target, Lottie dragged herself to a shaded rocky outcropping, and did her best to find the least stick place to rest.
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Lottie went stiff, before her gaze landed on Shepard. She considered screaming, anyway. It was pretty ingrained in her.
But Shepard looked pretty lethal, and while she did enjoy her companions, it was not because they were deadly killers.
"...what do you want?"
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"I'll take everything you have," said Shepard. Whether you agree or not, said her tone, and the looming tip of the blade over Lottie's shoulder agreed. It was bright pink there, fading through the spectrum up to red near the hilt, where Shepard stood, glaring, "And don't make too much noise about it. It'd be a real shame if those little creatures smelled blood over here."
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"Are you sure you don't want to...sit and share?" She asked, with a hopeful little giggle.
But her hands were already reaching to gather up everything she had.
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"Yeah, I don't think so."
But Lottie looks smart enough to have seen the lie of the land— even while trying to negotiate, for a sufficiently loose definition of the term, she's complying to Shepard's demands. Fair enough, you keep up like this, lady, you get to live. Good choice.
A thought occurs to her, "What's your name?"
Ordinarily she might not care— hell, in a real deathmatch, she'd never be speaking to Lottie again after this moment, but this woman might come up again. Acceptable civilian losses aside, the Capitol was probably going to keep throwing this particular egg at the wall until it stuck.
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Usually she followed up with 'my friends call me Lottie.' Strangely, she wasn't feeling like extending that grace to Shepard, not while she was holding out the small bundle of supplies to her.
Though to be fair, the woman was letting her live, which was far more than she needed to do.