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thecapitol2014-03-14 09:43 am
silberfuchs) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-14 09:43 am
[Open] What a diff'rence a day makes
WHO| Albert and you
WHAT| General open log of training and meeting people
WHEN| Backdated to Yesterday, before the races
WHERE| Training center, on the town, ending at District 3 suites.
WARNINGS| Possible/probable talk of violence and death, also gooey disgusting shippy feels
One // Training Center
It's not unusual for Albert to be an early riser but given his habits since arriving in the capitol it would be hard to tell. Since his death in the arena, unless he has a specific appointment of some time, Albert's spent most of his morning hours attempting to go back to sleep and not have to think about much of anything really. Of course he'd get restless by noon and finally get up and around, but that small success would usually be facilitated by Jet prodding him in the side until he either swatted the blond or groused his way from the sheets for a shower and shave and maybe coffee.
Today, however, sees the German up with the sun and already on a treadmill in the training center by the time most people are starting to stir in their beds. He spends the morning there, cycling through the different equipment in a general work out. It's more difficult than it should be but the burn is good, he's glad for it. It's been so long since he had to bother with his own physical fitness that having to actually work on it makes him feel all the more alive.
His last stop in his several hours spent in the gym is the weapons training area. Still no firearms, he notes with a bit of a let down, but a combat knife he can do with. Sometime soon he'll need to learn something new, long range preferably, but he knows what to do with a knife and it's a good place to start brushing up.
Or at least, he thinks he knows what to do with a knife. His movements are all precision and strength but his stance is too solid for quick movement. He holds his blade in reverse too, which he's clearly used to, but is likely the least effective way considering his chopping motions at the test dummies. He seems used to it, though, strangely...
Two // Out and about in the Capitol
After a shower and a bite, Albert's decided to brave the city proper on a personal quest. His stylist thankfully hasn't gone off the rails and Albert's actually somewhat pleased with his ensemble considering the sort of thing it could have been. He does don a pair of aviator shades the second he tracks them down, though. His eyes are unnaturally light and being out in such a bright and reflective city has him needing the protection.
If anyone happens to run into Albert, he's casually perusing different shops, just out for a walk or some air. He does seem to be visiting a much higher percentage of jewelry stores though...
Three // District 3 suites
With only a few business cards in his pocket and one small purchase after his trip downtown, Albert ends up back on his own floor for once, wanting to squirrel away his findings before a certain someone gets nosy about where he was all day. He's long since gotten used to finding no one else in the common area of the floor, given that Jessica apparently lives in bed or is out and the rest of the District 3 residents he's seen hide nor hair of, so he just walks right in like he owns the place, even whistling. After all, despite any hiccups, it's been a good day.
((ooc: Log is open for everyone! I know I poked quite a few people on the plot meme so feel free to start up anything we talked about here if we didn't have other plans.))
WHAT| General open log of training and meeting people
WHEN| Backdated to Yesterday, before the races
WHERE| Training center, on the town, ending at District 3 suites.
WARNINGS| Possible/probable talk of violence and death, also gooey disgusting shippy feels
One // Training Center
It's not unusual for Albert to be an early riser but given his habits since arriving in the capitol it would be hard to tell. Since his death in the arena, unless he has a specific appointment of some time, Albert's spent most of his morning hours attempting to go back to sleep and not have to think about much of anything really. Of course he'd get restless by noon and finally get up and around, but that small success would usually be facilitated by Jet prodding him in the side until he either swatted the blond or groused his way from the sheets for a shower and shave and maybe coffee.
Today, however, sees the German up with the sun and already on a treadmill in the training center by the time most people are starting to stir in their beds. He spends the morning there, cycling through the different equipment in a general work out. It's more difficult than it should be but the burn is good, he's glad for it. It's been so long since he had to bother with his own physical fitness that having to actually work on it makes him feel all the more alive.
His last stop in his several hours spent in the gym is the weapons training area. Still no firearms, he notes with a bit of a let down, but a combat knife he can do with. Sometime soon he'll need to learn something new, long range preferably, but he knows what to do with a knife and it's a good place to start brushing up.
Or at least, he thinks he knows what to do with a knife. His movements are all precision and strength but his stance is too solid for quick movement. He holds his blade in reverse too, which he's clearly used to, but is likely the least effective way considering his chopping motions at the test dummies. He seems used to it, though, strangely...
Two // Out and about in the Capitol
After a shower and a bite, Albert's decided to brave the city proper on a personal quest. His stylist thankfully hasn't gone off the rails and Albert's actually somewhat pleased with his ensemble considering the sort of thing it could have been. He does don a pair of aviator shades the second he tracks them down, though. His eyes are unnaturally light and being out in such a bright and reflective city has him needing the protection.
If anyone happens to run into Albert, he's casually perusing different shops, just out for a walk or some air. He does seem to be visiting a much higher percentage of jewelry stores though...
Three // District 3 suites
With only a few business cards in his pocket and one small purchase after his trip downtown, Albert ends up back on his own floor for once, wanting to squirrel away his findings before a certain someone gets nosy about where he was all day. He's long since gotten used to finding no one else in the common area of the floor, given that Jessica apparently lives in bed or is out and the rest of the District 3 residents he's seen hide nor hair of, so he just walks right in like he owns the place, even whistling. After all, despite any hiccups, it's been a good day.
((ooc: Log is open for everyone! I know I poked quite a few people on the plot meme so feel free to start up anything we talked about here if we didn't have other plans.))
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"It's you!"
Some day she'll remember to ask for names, but it hadn't seemed important at the time.
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He's not entirely sure exactly how he should thank her but usually food is the way to go. Granted he's not sure what trolls eat so he hadn't actually purchased anything yet. "I'm glad to see you again."
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She sounds honestly surprised to hear it. She knows she'd done her part to help, but it had really ever crossed her mind that something like the temporary alliance they'd shared would be something that she should be thanked for. Not that she knows that's what on his mind, but in any case, the surprise still stands.
But it's not a bad one, and she's never really minded talking to people either.
"Did you manage alright after efurrything?"
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"I was hoping I would be able to repay you somehow. Is there anything I can give or do?"
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"You don't need to repay me. Really."
She's glad enough to have helped, and given that her own death had ended up coming not long thereafter it would feel a little odd besides.
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Still, if she insists not then he'll back off. he's trying to be grateful, not creepy.
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"Really, it's alright. You don't need to do anything."
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"You're really quite impressive with those claws, by the way. It must have taken extensive training."
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"My lusus taught me how to use them. I've been using them efur since."
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Since all the adults have left to help the empire, other arrangements have needed to be made. Thus, lusii.
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"They aren't really related to us. They just look after us, once we leave the caverns."
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