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2nd Roar [Voice/Action] More like a Whimper

[Ever since his arrival to Luceti Simba has been plagued with occasional nightmares. However, lately they've been getting worse and more frequent. In House 45, some whimpering and moaning can be heard from where Simba usually sleeps on the floor. His legs twitch as if he's running in his dreams, and eventually wakes up screaming.]

NOOOOOOOO!

[He looks around in a panic, ears plastered against his head as he pants. Eventually he realizes where he has and starts to calm down. Using a paw to brush some tears away, his eyes then fall on his nearby journal. Needing someone to talk to, he pulls it over and opens it up. It's really early in the morning at this point and he's not sure if anyone will be awake but... he'll try anyway. He stammers a bit as he talks to the book.]

Is anyone there?

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Oh. You can't sleep either?

[Nevermind that he was sleeping, but he doesn't really want to now.]

I'm used to being awake at night. On the move.

[Hunting. It's not safe to stay in one spot at night. Safe and comfy and asleep...

But he's always more comfortable asleep in the apartment after dark. So she stays, too. Manages not to run almost every night.

And tonight, the Journal helps with that.]

Really? Why? What do you do?

[Although really it doesn't sound all that different from some of the animals in his world. There's plenty that are on the move during the night. Not that he ever saw them. His parents always made sure he was safely sleeping in the cave.]

[...What's the harm in being honest?]

I used to hunt at night. So I don't sleep now. Because I feel like I should be out.

Oh. The lionesses would do that sometimes too.

[That's a bit different, but he doesn't know that.]

[There is a definite pause there.

And maybe a bit of concern creeping into her voice now.]

...Lionesses?

Yeah. Sometimes they would hunt at night and we would have breakfast in the morning.

...We...

[Give her a minute, Simba. She's shifting on the couch to grab the Journal and look at it. And almost throws it across the room when she sees... a big cat.

Very big cat.

Very big talking cat.]

Shit.

[Why does this place keep springing muttations on her?!

Oh well. At least she can tell how this one would eat her.]

Er. Sorry. [No reason to rush into the whole "being eaten" thing.] Not used to... animals. talking.

They don't do that where I'm from.

[... Well apparently someone wasn't paying attention.]

That's okay. I get that a lot.

[And that's the truth. There's a lot of humans around here who aren't use to talking animals. Sigh.]

[Nope. Definitely wasn't paying attention. But now she's just staring at the Journal.

It still sounds young. Maybe there's a chance of avoiding being eaten.]

I've... met a couple horses here. Who can talk. And now... a lion.

Wow.

[So going to get eaten. Every single person here is. She's sure of it.]

So. [Think fast. Think fast. New topic. Needed.] That why you're up? Nocturnal and used to hunting and all?

[Nevermind that there are giant wolves and dragons already around. Simba is hardly the biggest threat in Luceti, but still he's found that some people are afraid/nervous of him.]

No. I usually sleep at night. I can't hunt yet, and the lionesses usually do that anyway.

[There's a pause as he figures he should explain himself.]

I... had a bad dream.

[She can hear the sound, faint though. A minor hiccup in a night's rest. Still, she's silent until it passes, waiting to see if she can stay with the Journal or if she has to abandon it to reassure her housemate that she's still right there.

But she stays. All's well.

Well enough, anyway.

And she decides to go with honesty.]

Bad dream? I have lots of those.

[Simba's ears lift in interest. Someone else that has bad dreams? Maybe she can help him. He sounds hopeful.]

Really? So then what do you do?

[Sit awake all night and tell myself that if I can just make it to dawn, I'll be okay.]

I run.

Run?

[That sounds kind of weird, but...]

Does it help?

It's tiring.

You just... keep running. Until you're too tired to move. Then you don't think. You just fall asleep.

Do they come back? After you run, I mean.

Sometimes.

Usually not until the next night.

[He's quiet as he thinks about this. Maybe... maybe that's something he could try. It sounded tiring, but... if it helps.]

What do you dream about?

[He knows that's kinda a personal question, but if she doesn't want to say, she'll say so. Or that's what he thinks anyway.]

[It takes her a moment to answer.

There's no reason to lie to a muttation.]

The people I killed or helped kill. Dying.

[A mutation? He would take offense to that. ... If he knew what it meant.]

You killed your own kind?

[That's bad, but...]

My dad... he... he died because of me.

[So in a way maybe they weren't all that different?]

[...That sounds very, very different than the Games.

And from someone close to her dad, well.]

What happened?

He died trying to save me from the wildebeest. But I caused the stampede, so it's my fault.

[Even if it was an accident it was still... still his fault.]

[In Clove's world, an accidental kill is still a kill. So she won't argue there.]

Sounds pretty bad. Nightmares are definitely understandable.

[Well at least she understands. And Simba is glad for that much.]

Yeah. But maybe I'll try what you said.

[It can't hurt, right?]

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