"--nd now, the girls," the Escort says in his cheery Capitol accent. He fishes around in the big glass bowl, making a game out of it. Just do it already, asshole. Pick someone to die and shut up. "Our second Tribute for District 12 is--" Dramatic pause while he unfolds the paper. "Rukia Kuchiru!"
She tries to run, but it's already too late-- the Peacekeepers are dragging her up to the stage. Rukia tries to fight them, but there's too many of them and her limbs aren't working right. Onstage, Trinket looms over her, leering. "Congratulations, Rukia!"
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Rukia bolts upright... and crashes right into Renji's chest. "Idiot!" she yells, reaching up to rub her forehead. "What the hell are you doing?" It was just a dream. Thank god.
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Date: 2014-10-28 04:13 am (UTC)She tries to run, but it's already too late-- the Peacekeepers are dragging her up to the stage. Rukia tries to fight them, but there's too many of them and her limbs aren't working right. Onstage, Trinket looms over her, leering. "Congratulations, Rukia!"
--
Rukia bolts upright... and crashes right into Renji's chest. "Idiot!" she yells, reaching up to rub her forehead. "What the hell are you doing?" It was just a dream. Thank god.