Who| Tabris and YOU, Tabris and Shepard
What| One small, angry elf survives.
Where| All over the Arena
When| From week 1 to week 4
Warnings/Notes| Will be updated as necessary



Week One: The city (Fun with Darkspawn)

She could feel them as soon as she stepped into the arena. She'd suspected it from the get go, of course. The nightmares had started again, the real ones. The ones where she could see the darkspawn, where they saw her. Along with the information that Sigma had given her, she can't help but not be surprised when she feels the darkspawn in the arena. Knowing that they'll be able to feel her just the same, she parted from her normal crew. It was too dangerous to do the hunker down and stay in one place thing this arena, at least for her. So all they got was a quick wave, before she ran for the cornucopia.

That didn't pan out too well, but she managed well enough. Slap some bandages on that shit, it's not the first time she's gotten acquainted with her own blood.

She heads for the darkspawn first. Might as well get introductions over with. The city is a mess, silent and ruined. For a while, she sees nothing, hears nothing, save the crunch of her boots against the rubble of the asphalt. At there's plenty of supplies, if you're the type that's ingenuous. Tabris considers herself pretty ingenuous. After breaking into a few stores, she's located a baseball bat, and lovingly driven nails into it (she's not sure if it really helps but she saw someone do it on the TV and it looked cool). Then kept the hammer, even if it was pretty dingy. Whatever looks useful is thrown into a blanket that gets tied around her like a knapsack.

She's actually relieved, when she hears a familiar screech. Maker's breath, did she ever think that she would miss the noise of a darkspawn getting ready to attack? She turns to face a group of hurlocks, and her face lights up like she's found long lost friends. Look at these jokers. Not even an alpha? She's insulted. "It's a good thing you're so fucking dumb," She tells them, tossing the blanket of supplies down, and getting a good handle of her bat. "Because if you knew who I was, you'd have the good sense to run away. Maybe I should let you drink my blood and we can have a regular chat?" She's rambling, nearly giddy with joy. She's spent Maker knows how long in this hellhole of a world with only Alistair to know who she was, truly. And he's gone now. But darkspawn. Darkspawn knew who she was. Darkspawn were the reason she was alive today, darkspawn were her job, her calling. In this place where her only goals had been to stay alive and wait, she finally had something that she was meant to do.

She isn't sure if the Capitol did this to be cruel or to make her feel better. It doesn't matter.

The darkspawn are dealt with, with ruthless efficiency. And afterwards, standing in the middle of the group of corpses, she looks down at them, and she starts laughing. Of all the things to make her homesick.

Week Two: The Forest (Fun with hallucinogens)

Walking around in the woods at night. It might be dangerous to most people, but Tabris wasn't just anyone. If ego could nourish a person, Tabris would never need to eat again--Though at least she had some sort of reason for her belief. She's been spending the better part of the last week playing hardball with the darkspawn, zombies, and whatever else she came across while she relaxed in the city. A place with decent supplies, but dangerous monsters. But she could handle dangerous monsters. It was...fun, truthfully. Getting to not just hunker down like a bear in hibernation. Getting to go out and fight, spill blood and watch your enemies be mowed down.

But it's always good to go out in the forest and try to save resources and find some fresh food. Hunt an animal or two, maybe. She goes in the night, when she can see better than a lot of animals out there. Elf eyes, baby.

She's got her bat, walking slowly through the woods, ears tuned to trying to hear out any kind of animal. It's so oppressively quiet, and she's trying so hard to hear, that she nearly shrieks in surprise when a loud scream pierces the dark. She recovers quickly, though, because she recognizes that scream. Hunting and quiet flies out of her mind and she begins to run at breakneck speed through the woods, her own voice echoing and mixing with the continued screams. "BAYARD! BAYARD, HOLD ON! I'M COMING!"

That's when another person cries out, and Tabris skids to a stop, head jerking around as she tries to figure out the direction the next one is coming from. What's going on in this forest? Is there a beast? "Shepard? SHEPARD--" And then Cullen and then Maxwell and then all she can hear is people screaming for help, her friends calling out for her, and she couldn't find them. She remembers, that very first day she entered the arena, what felt like so long ago, when the birds were similar. Funny joke, guys. Real funny.

She stumbles out of the woods, hands on her ears and trying to not look like she'd just been crying. She can still hear them screaming.

Week Three: The City (for Shepard)

Back in the city, where nothing screams at you unless it's trying to kill you. Tabris can dig it. That is, until the fucking buildings start moving. Together. While she's between them.

She's no marathon sprinter, but Tabris can set a good clip when she wants to, and right now? She really wants to. Really wants to. She races over sidewalks that are rapidly rising, crunching debris falling as the buildings slam together feet behind her. At one point, the shockwave is enough to send her flying, but she ducks, rolls, and hops back on her feet. Getting smushed like a pointy-earred bug is not on her list of things to do today. She races through, until finally arriving at the craterous remains of the desert. Once sure that the sand would not also be trying its best to swat her like a fly, she flopped to the ground, splayed out and panting.

The noise of sand crunching under foot makes her tilt her head to see the source. After identifying the source, she turns back to facing the sky and closes her eyes, giving a long, dramatic sigh.

"And so, the brave, beautiful commander laid there, too exhausted to move, ripe to be ravished by another brave, beautiful commander." She peeked an eye open to look up to the new arrival. "You are going to ravish me, right?"

Week Four: The Desert (What do you do when nobody's watching? Swear a lot)

The blackout had been alarming at first, but once Tabris figured out that it wasn't some kind of horrible new way to try to kill them, it'd become pretty nice. A few days where she didn't have to worry about all of Panem observing her every move. After Shepard left to go find some answers, or do whatever it is that Shepard does, Tabris is left to enjoy her privacy alone. This is a remarkably poor idea, and will probably be intensely regretted at some point.

After simply wandering around for a while, she spots a pile of wreckage, probably some cars or something before the meteors had struck, now just a molten pile of metal. Scaling the pile is easy enough, and she stands on top of it, enjoying the view for a moment, before deciding that a high vantage point and no cameras are things that should be taken advantage of simultaneously. She cups her hands over her mouth, and bellows for all she's worth.

"MY NAME IS REVAS TABRIS, AND THE CAPITOL CAN KISS MY ASS, 'CAUSE SOME DAY I'M GOING TO KICK THEIRS!"