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| Who| Joan and Some and OTA What| Joan is hiding out, but her options are limited, so she's bound to be discovered. Where| Sixth floor When| Week 1 Warnings/Notes| None yet.
The information kiosk was a counter up against one of the walls. It had glossy, brightly colored pamphlets that told visitors who each featured wax Tribute was. Very flashy and utterly useless. What was useful, however, was the space beneath the counter. There wasn't much of it, but Joan was small and it was the one spot that afforded her any sort of cover. If a Tribute stood at the right angle, they could see her, but it was the best she could get. She couldn't run. Couldn't even walk. But she could hide
She waited there while Sherlock and John explored. Her leg was immobilized by a makeshift splint, but they had no pain killers, no anti-inflammatory medicines, not even an ice pack. Her knee was swollen, and pulsing with near unbearable pain. So she spent that time alone in hiding with her eyes closed, taking slow, deep, measured breaths, trying her best to just let the pain wash over her. |
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| Who| Kankri, Signless & Venus What| KANKRI SQUARED. Hopefully Venus won't kill his friends this time. Where| Fourth floor cafe, where Kankri and Venus have holed up. When| Day 2 Warnings/Notes| Probably mentions of death/torture, but besides that it should be pretty mild. ( and we had the chance and threw it away ) |
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| Who| Ian C and open What| Ian's fiery death Where| First floor cafe When| Not long after the arena opens Warnings/Notes| Fire, suicide, setting yourself on fire, likelihood of fire and liquid nitrogen burns later ( Read more... ) |
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| Who? Eponine and Orc... or Charles. Closed. What? A reunion in Eponine's dressing up box - aka the waxwork hall up on the sixth floor Where? The Sixth floor When? The fourth day in Warnings? There shouldn't be any... Subject to change.
Eponine was actually having quite a nice time in this arena for a change. Well, as far as she could find it in herself to have fun. The sixth floor, for now, was quiet, and she revelled in that. It hadn't taken her long to find the waxworks at all, nor to discard her pink onesie in favour of Lottie's pretty dress. Lottie's dummy stood in the back now, with Eponine's onesie draped over her.
The quiet was nice, though. It gave Eponine time to think, time to reflect on her attempt at seducing Marius, and on her argument with Ian, and her regret over Howard. It gave her time to worry about her return to the Capitol, to what they'd do to Aunamee and Eva. She spent a lot of her time crying, at first. But when the tears had dried, the quiet let her form a plan.
For the last couple of days, she had creeped down to meet R, to receive his presents to her, and to get as much out of him as she could. One day, she had ventured into the gift shop, and found the dolls. She had always wanted a doll. She settled for one of Orc - it wasn't the pretty doll she wanted, but it was good to have it with her in the hall of Tributes. It was almost like having a friend close.
She talked often to the waxworks. She had punched the Javert model, and kicked it and slapped it. It did nothing, of course. But it made her feel better anyway. She chatted to Mona. She didn't even mind that the waxworks seemed to glare at her sometimes. It made their imagined replies all the more real in her mind.
Today, she was sat, in her princess dress and cuddling her Orc doll, in front of her brother's waxwork.
"You know, I didn't ever say thank you for that apple you gave me, Gavroche. I should have done... but no. I'm glad they killed you, though. Yes I am, and I hope they never bring you back! Oh, and what you'd say to me if you were here. You would tell me off properly." She laughed, and it echoed up the hall. |
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