not my sister

for who among us can put a hand to their heart and say that they have not dreamed of being someone else? brunelle, not bruno. district six. tribute.

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is a tie between…

Joan Kucharski and Brunelle Cooper!

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Brunelle vs. Meredith vs. Angus

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[brunelleofsix]

location: down the hatch

injuries: superficial cuts on side, bandaged and nearly healed.  a few minor bruises.

allies: alone, again.

inventory:

pack of six knives

quarter of a litre of water in flask

empty orange juice bottle

can of purple glitter hair spray

can of energy drink

purse with 10BN

events: woke up hot and sweaty in a room with that girl from 10, but managed to trick her into not being able to kill me and went down the trapdoor. probably should have gone out into the fair. the tunnel was dark and dull and not very nice. ate the last of my food supplies there and then kept travelling forwards. i don’t know what’s going to happen now.

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down the rabbit hole | day three

I have been moved. I have been moved out of the shop with the diamonds and the dead zombie girl and I am drenched in my own sweat. Lovely. I sit up, yawn, stretch, listen to the announcement, rub my eyes.

And only then do I realise I am not alone.

Sawyer, the girl from Ten who struck me as much tougher than her sweet partner stands across the room from me. She’s seen me, too. Damn. I don’t want to fight her. If I can get away, I’m gonna try to. This isn’t a suicide mission. Problem is, where do I go?  Outside the ice-cream, ice cold drinks and food seem to good to be true, and the ‘little something extra’ is too ominous to trust. But the trapdoor is… Well, an unknown hole in the ground. I don’t have much time to weigh up my options, though. She’s got a tonne of weapons and I don’t know her well enough to tell if she’ll try to kill me.

Grabbing my stuff and holding two knives ready to throw, I run towards her making eye contact as if to attack, and then suddenly divert my course and jump down into the hole, slamming the trapdoor shut over my head. Well, at least she probably won’t get me here. It’s dark, and it’s damp, but that reminds me a little of home, feet swinging as I watched large men fixing cars in dank garages, my legs too short to reach the ground, my hair and face coated in a layer of machine oil. 

Eyes wide, knives at the ready and on my guard, I make my way along the tunnel.

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The tunnel doesn’t really offer much light except for little spots on the walls that run all the way through, as you duck into the vent you see that you have the option to go straight ahead, left or right. Which way do you choose?

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Soon enough, I come to a crossroads. Well, it's not really a road. Crosstunnel? Maybe. Whatever it is, it's forked and I come to it soon enough before allowing myself a moment's consideration.

Right, left, or centre? Hmm. Right is the opposite of wrong, which is good, left is for left-wing, which is good... I'm probably overthinking this. I'll carry on the way I was coming, straight ahead. Why not?

Running a hand along the walls as I watch the soft glows of light alongside me, edge on forwards.

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down the rabbit hole | day three

I have been moved. I have been moved out of the shop with the diamonds and the dead zombie girl and I am drenched in my own sweat. Lovely. I sit up, yawn, stretch, listen to the announcement, rub my eyes.

And only then do I realise I am not alone.

Sawyer, the girl from Ten who struck me as much tougher than her sweet partner stands across the room from me. She’s seen me, too. Damn. I don’t want to fight her. If I can get away, I’m gonna try to. This isn’t a suicide mission. Problem is, where do I go?  Outside the ice-cream, ice cold drinks and food seem to good to be true, and the ‘little something extra’ is too ominous to trust. But the trapdoor is... Well, an unknown hole in the ground. I don’t have much time to weigh up my options, though. She’s got a tonne of weapons and I don’t know her well enough to tell if she’ll try to kill me.

Grabbing my stuff and holding two knives ready to throw, I run towards her making eye contact as if to attack, and then suddenly divert my course and jump down into the hole, slamming the trapdoor shut over my head. Well, at least she probably won’t get me here. It’s dark, and it’s damp, but that reminds me a little of home, feet swinging as I watched large men fixing cars in dank garages, my legs too short to reach the ground, my hair and face coated in a layer of machine oil. 

Eyes wide, knives at the ready and on my guard, I make my way along the tunnel.

[brunelleofsix]

location: jewellery store, blue A

injuries: superficial cuts on side, bandaged and healing.  a few minor bruises.

allies: still alone. pretty lonely, but better lonely than backstabbed.

inventory:

pack of six knives

half a litre of water in flask

empty orange juice bottle

can of purple glitter hair spray

open pack of gummy sweets

can of energy drink

purse with 10BN

events: woke up being yelled at by weird teenage nickel store clerk, and left the store on pretty friendly terms with him. decided to go into jewellery store. bit of a mistake. cute zombie girl attacked me, and we smashed a glass cabinet in a fight, which i won, although i got a few scrapes. trying not to think about the fact that i killed her. had a pretty measly dinner, but at least i managed to eat at all. thank god for cheese niblets. watched the faces in the sky for fighting tips, but saw joan die and got a bit overwhelmed. slept anyway, safe and fed and well enough for the night.

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perfect 10 | day two

The little parachute floated down and she pounced on it in an instant. After all, last time this happened it turned out to be a huge meal that probably left her better fed than anybody! This time, though, the package contained something far more practical than the luxuries of scrambled eggs and orange juice. It was a small medical pack with a few essentials, bandages, antiseptic and the like. Nothing magical, but just what she needed, really. Smiling to herself, she lifted up her slightly bloody jacket and began to wipe her wounds clean with one of the alcohol wipes. Then, after putting antiseptic cream on them, she applied a bandage. It was, perhaps,  a waste of one of the bandages - but in the Games there was little time for thoughts of the long term. At any given moment you would live or you would die, and all you could do was try your best to make it the former.

After patching herself up, she decided it was a good time to have her evening meal. She perched with all her things behind a glass cabinet, and tried her very best to ignore the zombie with the crushed in face or all the smashed glass everywhere. At least she was alive, and safe - for now.

Dinner tonight was unlike the feast that last night had brought - she finished her pack of Cheese Niblets and drank about a quarter of her flask of water, before allowing herself a few gummy candies to chew. It was substantial enough to keep her alive, but it wasn't great to have a full day where this was her only meal. Tomorrow she would have to get some food, so she could be strong and well fed.

Soon enough, it was time for the faces in the sky. Brunelle didn’t want to watch this, but she forced herself to - it would be very useful to learn people’s fighting styles, skills, strengths and weaknesses. She tried her best not to think of them as people - but, oh, God, there was Blake, the girl who had been so nice to her on the track. And Mira - well, she didn’t know her, but Brunelle was secretly glad she had not stayed with Judas. Trying to ignore the copious amounts of blood and gore, she tucked her knees up to her chest.

And then Joan came up, and Brunelle’s eyes widened. This was Joan. Joan, who had crimped her short locks into tiny ringlets, taught her to swim, comforted her after she messed up her interview. Admittedly she had been very different in the arena, but the fact remained that it was still the same person. To be killed in such a horrible way... Brunelle had never met her, but she decided that she did not like Wednesday, and watched her fighting as closely as possible.

Then, a few tears stinging her eyes, she curled up and tried to sleep without thinking about how she could die at any point.

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dead end | brunelle & zombie kid | day two

Everything was quiet and Brunelle was just about to break out the gummy sweets, when there was a noise of footsteps. Another tribute? Oh, god, would she have to fight? Maybe she could try and work for an alliance? But when she turned around, all she saw was a little girl in a pretty dress. She would have been cute, had it not been for something slightly wrong with her skin. Still, Brunelle smiled at her. Perhaps she could be peaceful if treated right. She could use some company.

“Hello there! I... I like your dress!”

And then the little zombie kid bared her sharp and rotten teeth and lunged, and Brunelle realised that things would not be so simple. Jumping backwards and smashing hard into the wall, she watched as the girl took steady steps towards her, like a predator hunting. Oh, god. Her teeth dripped with saliva that was oddly dark, and stank like rotting fruit. Oh, god.

“I don’t want to hurt you! D-do you want your coins back? ‘Cause you can have them.”

The zombie girl snarled, which Brunelle took to mean no. Well, then. That was rude. She had given her a chance to make amends, and this girl had spat it back in her face. Bruno had certainly never had qualms about fighting people who were so rude. Of course, killing them was a different matter but... Well, perhaps Brunelle could manage it, too. After all, this was a zombie. She was no more real than the dummies in the training centre.

Grabbing the pack of knives from off her back, she hurled one of them at the zombie girl, hoping for a headshot. Unfortunately, she only hit the shoulder. Damn. One knife down, and the girl had barely seemed to notice, her groaning just getting louder and her steps faster. Another, then. This time the knife hit her in the chest, and a little thick, almost dried blood seeped out, but it still did not seem to stop the girl. And as she readied the next knife, the girl lunged forwards again, her clawlike hands aimed straight at Brunelle’s throat and her teeth gnashing in midair.

With a shriek (why did I scream, now maybe people know I’m here), Brunelle tried to shake the girl off, doing her best to keep her neck away from those teeth (I should have stayed in the nickel store with that nice pushy zombie clerk), and whirled around - knocking straight into one of the glass cases, and sending the case, the diamond inside, the zombie and herself crashing and smashing to the ground.

There was glass everywhere. There was glass and blood and some of it was the zombie’s blood but, she realised in horror, some of it was her own. The cuts weren’t too deep, but her right side was covered in them, dying that side of her pink tracksuit a sick red colour. No time to think about that, though. Zombie girl was still gnashing, although her pretty dress was definitely not so pretty anymore. Brunelle could get the other knives from her pack, but that might take too long. Instead, she raised a large shard of glass and began to stab it randomly all over the other girl, her chest, her stomach, her neck, and all the while crying and trying to ignore the stray shards that pierced her own skin.

Even when zombie girl was still and bloody and the glass shard had smashed from the force, Brunelle couldn’t stop herself. She picked up the huge diamond that had fallen and began to use that as a weapon, raising it above her head and bringing it down on zombie girl’s as hard as she could, slowly denting her skull and knocking out her horrible, rotten teeth.

Then she snapped out of it and, shaking and crying and hating herself and apologising over and over, she picked up all her things and retreated back to the back of the shop to clean herself up, praying for a sponsor gift so her cuts would heal. She could only imagine what people were saying back home.

(I’m not a monster I’m not I’m not a monster I didn’t want to I didn’t enjoy it.)

Even alone, she could still hear the noise of knife in flesh, and she hummed to herself to block it out. Mama had always sung that song for her, and although she’d been far too old, she’d always loved it. Thirteen or thirty, boy or girl, she’d always be the baby of the family. She loved being the baby.

(I’m not a monster. I didn’t enjoy it.)

She stayed in the shop and set to work picking the shards out of her sides, wincing from the pain.

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make a break for it | day two

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You enter Buchanan jewels and it’s a serene open space with glass cabinets holding some of the most expensive gems in all of Panem! There’s several overlarge diamonds in metal holders and it seems as though this store is pretty safe. You venture inside and there’s nothing much in terms of supplies except it appears that someone’s lost a purse! Inside there’s 10BN! Do you choose to take the purse and stay in the store or do you want to venture somewhere else?

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Stealing is wrong. Then again, killing is even more wrong, and that’s being actively encouraged, so... sucking her teeth, Brunelle picks up the purse, then looks around. This store may be a little open for her liking, but for now it appears to be safe, and at least she’s alone. Pocketing the coins, she decides to try and crouch behind one of the glass cabinets and listen out for any funny business for a while before she plans her next move.

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make a break for it | day two

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Within your vicinity you can see a jewellers, a music store, a kitchen appliances store and in front of you is a large department store specialising in DIY.

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The kitchen store or the DIY store would probably be most sensible for weaponry, but Brunelle already had knives and her mind was whirling with the risks those shops could bring. Instead, her eye was caught by the jewellers, and, knife in hand just in case, she entered the store.

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make a break for it | day two

Brunelle woke from a comfortable, safe, warm sleep with a start as a stranger with awful skin yelled in her face. She was pretty sure that was a normal occurrence for some people, but in her case it was an all too new and not too pleasant experience, and she clutched her knife with wide eyes. What did he want?

“THIS IS NOT A LIBRARY!”

Oh, right. He wanted the books back. The dirty, dirty books. Well, he could have them, although she was reluctant to leave her little haven. Deep in her heart, she’d been hoping that she could stay there until the competition died down, but she supposed it wasn’t too interesting for the viewers at home. Standing and rising, she stretched her aching legs and gathered her stuff into a pack, all too aware of the clerk’s eyes on her. He really didn’t blink enough.

“Y-you don’t have to look at me like that. I’m not gonna do anything. I’ll take what I paid for, and leave, if that’d make you happy?”

It appeared that it did, and Brunelle was glad of that. How on earth was she going to kill anybody, though, if she cared so much about the feelings of a Capitol created shop zombie? Ah, well. She walked over to the shelf and put the books back, making sure to put them in alphabetical order, just in case. Then, hitching her pack on her back and giving the clerk a small wave over her shoulder, she stepped out of the shop.

Now was the tricky bit. Where to go next. In the night and morning she’d heard a few noises, which had led her to believe that perhaps this area was not the safest place to be, although maybe it was just cleaners. But who was to say where would be safer? She decided to take a gamble, and find an entirely new hiding place for the second day. At least if she made it then it might throw people off her scent, though she felt bad leaving the safety of her lovely little store.

Chewing the inside of her cheek, she glanced out of the entrance and, seeing a clear coast, ran as fast as she could across the mall to the blue area, before pausing to take in the new shops.

[brunelleofsix]

location: nickel store, yellow L (for now)

injuries: none! :) well fed, hydrated, and rested.

allies: none. :( very lonely, but at least i’m not dead.

inventory:

pack of six knives

litre flask of water

empty orange juice bottle

can of purple glitter hair spray

half finished pack of cheese niblets

pack of gummy sweets

can of energy drink

events: escaped the bloodbath without much fuss. managed to swipe six throwing knives, but not a pack. followed joan who was with cyprus, but she appears to have a serious strategy and so i didn’t try to ally. also met judas, but we parted ways. had a narrow escape at the fountain, found a few nickels and cleaned my shoes. then managed to find the nickel store. bought a few bits and bobs, then found a nice hiding corner and feasted on cheese niblets and a delicious meal sent by my sponsor! for now, i’m feeling pretty comfortable and full, although the reading material leaves a little to be desired...

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A parachute falls from the ceiling down to Brunelle who’s sat safely in her little store. Inside is a cooked supper of waffles, maple syrup, scrambled eggs and bacon. There’s a small bottle of orange juice and a 1 litre flask of clean water.

“You’ve done me proud today, keep it up and keep safe.” - Marcus!

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hey brunelle, can we go nickel shopping? | day one

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It seems as though you’re comfortable for the moment, cheese goodness in hand you appear to have gotten a reprieve. You can hear something coming from a nearby store that sounds like a fight, do you decide to ignore it and stay where you are or do you venture back out into the mall or stay put and hope they don’t come your way?

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Brunelle, mouth full of salty and ever so slighty feet-y tasting Cheese Niblets, was actually rather comfortable in her hiding place behind the shelf. What’s more, she had found a way of distracting herself from the rising terror of the impending doom - one of the cheap books she had picked up was apparently a bestselling classic from another age, and she had found a sort of morbid fascination in reading the frankly disgusting antics of Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele. Jeez, some of that stuff was even scarier than the actual arena.

For now, Brunelle decided to stay quiet and ignore the noises of the nearby fight, and stay put in the store.

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“The Reef. Time for her maiden voyage, Captain Brunelle!” “Good thinking, First mate!”

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hey brunelle, can we go nickel shopping? | day one

This shop was like nothing she had ever seen before, and not in a good way. Paper masks of Caesar Flickerman and tatty feather boas sat on shelves around the walls along with bendy pencils and erasers shaped like pigs. For such a bright place, it was oddly sad. No time to get sucked into that atmosphere now, though. It was time to see if there was anything at all interesting or useful to be found.

A while of searching in the snack aisle for something that appeared at all edible uncovered packets of ‘Cheese Niblets’, which looked... Well, bright orange and repulsive, but they’d have to do. There was also a large stash of disgustingly bright gummy sweets, and she shoved a packet of them in her bag, to keep her energy levels up, along with a luminous green energy drink.

One more nickel left. Perhaps she should have saved them for something better, but it was always good to have an emergency stash of food, and it wasn’t as though she could hunt or forage for food in a mall. 

What caught Brunelle’s eye next, among all the plastic sunglasses and novelty pens, was a spray can. It was bright purple, and read ‘Colour Mania!!!’ on the front. Anything that needed three exclamation marks to sell it wasn’t worth buying, usually. But this had her attention. It was apparently a glittery spray-in  purple hair dye. It also said on the back that it could be toxic by prolonged inhalation, but it was probably not enough to use as a weapon in itself, unless she could somehow hold someone down long enough to spray it in their mouth for an unspecified prolonged time. No, that wouldn’t work. What it could be, though, was a pretty good makeshift pepper spray. Brunelle had never tried it, but she imagined getting glittery purple chemicals sprayed in your eyes would distract you.

Unsure of exactly where to pay, she left her coins on the empty counter, but did not leave the shop. As of yet, it posed no threat other than eerie silence and glaring colours, so why would she expose herself needlessly? Instead, she travelled as far to the back of the shop as she could go, picking up a selection of books that were oddly colourful and appeared to have been written by someone her age with no concept of grammar, squeezed herself in a tiny gap between a shelf and the wall, and, with one of her knives and the can of hair dye in her trouser pockets, Brunelle broke open the Cheese Niblets. 

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i’m reviewing the situation | day one | brunelle

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You enter the yellow section and keep running into the centre of the stores, taking a left and keeping out of the sight of the victor or the fight you see several stores. One is electronics, One is a Nickel Store and one seems to sell music. You can enter any of these stores and explore or you can continue to stay in the yellow area. Just remember there’s a Career just outside and they could potentially spot you out in the open.

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Conscious of the pressing need to hide away somewhere, Brunelle took in the stores. Electronics bore too many negative possibilities for now, and music was a little pointless. Perhaps the coins she had found in the fountain would buy her something useful from the Nickel Store, though. Even if it didn’t, surely she’d be able to hide there, at least for a while. Chewing her lip, she entered the store and took a look around.