Who| Arya Stark and YOU
What| Getting her bearings after arrival
Where| Various locations in the Training Centre
When| Shortly after the end of the last Arena
Warnings/Notes| No warnings inherent. Prose and brackets both welcome.


a) District 10 suite

Arya's initial terror on waking and finding herself in a place entirely unfamiliar, the anger and resentment she'd felt toward the peacekeepers who'd brought her here, and the dread at knowing she has to fight to the death, are all still warring within her, but she's managing, just barely, to keep them under control. She has a strong feeling that if she says the wrong thing in front of the wrong person, she won't even get as far as fighting to stay alive.

The suite the peacekeepers deposit her in is just as strange to her as the glimpses of the city beyond that she saw on the way here. The metal boxes that glide up to floors of buildings taller than she'd imagined, just at the press of a button. The bright lights overhead that certainly aren't candles, and operate with the flick of a switch. She's not sure if the whole place uses vast amounts of magic, or something else entirely that is far beyond the capabilities of builders, mages and maesters. Nevertheless, she can't help but be enchanted by it (and is more than a little irritated at herself for it, determined it's the only thing here she's going to find impressive; she wants to resent every single thing about the place she's been brought to). It doesn't occur to her that she might disturb the other occupants of the suite, or that there even are any other occupants: for the next ten minutes, at least, she just stands there flicking the lights on and off, enjoying the big change in the room she's producing with such little effort.


b) Common area

She eats ravenously, as though she's never had a hot meal before in her life; it's been months and months since she subsided on what little she could catch or forage or steal, and she's not going to turn down this opportunity, especially as she doesn't know when the next time they'll be given food is. She tries everything the Avox servant brings for her, screwing up her nose at anything that's too spicy or bitter - so many of the delicacies here are completely unfamiliar, most of the rest more similar to the rich foods of King's Landing rather than the hearty food she'd grown up with at Winterfell.

When she's full, there's still some food left over. She turns toward the Avox with a friendly smile, thinking she can make at least one friend here. "You can have some, if you want." No answer, not even so much as a blink or glance in her direction to acknowledge that she's spoken. "There's plenty." Still no response. Arya feels herself getting a little angry, knowing he can hear and understand her - he'd brought the food she'd asked for, after all. "I know you can hear me. So all you have to say is no and not just ignore me!" The Avox gives a slight shake of the head, looking very frightened. And that's the moment when Arya allows herself to look frightened again at the whole situation, too.


c) Common area

One thing she's certainly not used to is the attention. She'd tried so hard to keep a low profile after she'd escaped from King's Landing, knowing her life depended on her identity not being discovered, that the stares and whispers from the press and fans passing through feel very surreal indeed, as was everyone knowing that her name was Arya Stark, especially since the political ramifications of that, the fact that she was supposedly the daughter of a traitor, meant nothing to them. She tries her best just to ignore it, but she can't any longer when one of the women working for the media takes a camera from her pocket and attempts to take a picture. As soon as the flash goes off Arya reaches instinctively for a sword, and when she remembers she's unarmed she ducks under the table she'd been sat at. Never having seen a camera before, she assumes this must be a weapon of some kind, and she doesn't want to wait for the projectiles that may come from it.