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I can't help that I need it all - [OPEN]

Who| Julian Bradds and you!
What| Julian invades all the Districts
Where| D1-D12
When| The second week of being in the Capitol
Warnings/Notes| None, will update if needed

Julian meant it when he said he would use all the District’s floors if he had to. Since he didn’t get what he asked for, he’s left with no choice but to just take what he can. Julian thinks it’s only suitable for what he’s had to go through. There’s nothing to stop him either. Julian knows the elevators open right onto the floors. Unfortunately for others, that means Julian’s free to roam and do as he pleases. Saving that bag of chips or piece of cake? Too bad now Julian’s eating it. Want to use the TV? Too bad Julian’s already using it, and he’s clutching onto that remote very tightly.

Julian has no qualms about making himself as comfortable as possible either. He’ll set the entire contents of fridges out on the dining room table, so he can sample food and pick his favorites at his leisure. He’ll push couches together and collect all the pillows just to make a nice nest for himself. And if this causes an inconvenience or obstacle for others, Julian doesn’t really care.

While it’s more likely these behaviors will be something that are walked in on, as Julian will be more favorable to areas that are empty to begin with, Julian won’t particularly care about doing them under the noses of other people either. He’ll reach right past someone to start unloading the fridge, and if the remote isn’t being watched carefully Julian will snatch it up and change the channel to what he wants.

Julian can be found doing this on any of the floors, regardless if it’s his District or not, and he’ll make himself look so at home that it’s possible he could be mistaken as a new Districtmate for those that don't recognize him.

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"Where did you get those?" Albert's shadow crosses over the man on the couch, the "those" in question referring to the bag of gummi bears clutched in the stranger's hand, a bag that Albert had personally hid in a kitchen cupboard to avoid another tribble breeding incident.

Having new faces in the District commons isn't anything surprising; the Capitol seems to bring new people every week so Albert doesn't even question the young man's presence, but if he's going to go around stealing food then that doesn't warrant an introduction, that calls for an interrogation.

Julian looks up, eats another gummy bear, and then answers, “The kitchen, where else? They were in a cupboard. I had to look really hard for them.” And after all that work, Julian’s certainly not going to give them up now. He clutches the bag closer to his chest, looking at Albert with suspicion.

“You can have a few, if you want, but that’s it.”

"Yes. I hid them because I bought them for myself. My name is on the bag."

He speaks patiently, as if to a child, but the undercurrent of anger is palpable and licks at the bottom of his words. They're just gummi bears and he's a grown ass man who can just go buy more, but it's the principle of the thing.

"I would like them back, please." He holds his hand out for the bag.

“Your name?” Julian turns the bag around, and frowns when sure enough there’s a name right on there. He hadn’t even noticed when he grabbed the bag. It doesn’t really matter too much to Julian, he would have still eaten them anyway, but it makes it a little harder to deal with now. “Can you prove you’re Albert? You could just be saying that to steal them away from me.”

The please makes Julian pause, debating, and he grabs a handful of the gummi bears and places them in Albert’s hand.

“There you go. That’s all you get.” And he’s back to protecting the candy, now moving them until they’re tucked by his side and harder to get to.

"Excuse me?" The levels of incredulity are off the charts and Albert's had quite enough of this little pissant. "I bought them, you thief."

Seriously. It's the principle.

Disregarding personal space, Albert reaches with his free hand right past the new annoyance in his life to snag the bag back, despite how it may look. he's suffered enough indignities here in Panem and apparently the theft of one of the very few small pleasures he has in the Capitol is enough of a tipping point for Albert to skew his priorities just slightly.

“Money doesn’t really mean anything here. It’s more like you got them rather than bought. You can just go get some more.” It doesn’t even cross Julian’s mind that maybe he should actually just go get his own gummi bears, instead of taking them from someone else. Food before had always just been around for him to grab as he pleased.

When Albert reaches for the bag, Julian clutches onto it with both hands and leans over to the side so he can try and shield it with his body. There’s still space for Albert to reach through and yank it back, but Julian’s not going to let it go easily. “Stop! I’m not finished with them yet. You can have them when I’m done. I probably won’t eat the whole thing.”

"You can get your own instead of stealing from strangers!" Infantile, but true.

Albert is intent on his gummi bears and moreover he's near impossible to stop when he actually wants something with his metal arms and legs, stance heavy and immovable and grip like a vice. Of course he won't hurt the thief, but he'll be damned if he doesn't get the gummi bears back.

“Why should I have to?”

Julian’s not nearly as immovable as Albert and his grip eventually slips on the bag, and just like that the bag is back in the hands of its rightful owner. But Julian only sees it as something he wants being taken away from him. For a second he pouts, looking more like a toddler than an adult, but then his expression quickly changes to a glare.

“I hope you’re happy now. You better enjoy those gummi bears because I am going to eat everything else on this floor.”

The question of why he should have to buy his own is such a ridiculous query that Albert's brain actually stutters momentarily in coming up for an answer to it. Who would raise their child this way? If he's a new addition to District 3, this behavior is getting a stop put to it right this second.

The remains of the bag is safely stashed in Albert's pocket and the next thing he grabs is the back of the overgrown manchild's shirt, hauling him up off of the couch and into a standing position. He looks down at him, eyes narrow and with the air of a drill sergeant. "Is this the District to which you have been assigned?"

The moment Albert grabs his shirt, Julian goes tense, pressing himself as close to the couch as he can get. He’s tempted to growl, but he’s learned from experience that it only comes out sounding stupid here in the Capitol with no powers. “Let me go right now!” he orders instead, but he’s already being hauled up, so he focuses most of his energy into standing with as much dignity as possible.

“No, it’s not.” Julian answers, glaring back at Albert and holding his head up high with as much defiance as he can muster. “I’m from… another District.” A part of him isn’t sure he wants Albert knowing exactly which District he’s from, even if Julian insists to himself there is no reason to be intimidated.

"Then go there." Albert knows he's intimidating the boy and he doesn't care. If anything he feeds it by using his drill-sergeant tone of voice that he'd developed through years teaching new recruits in the German military. Moreover, they have little enough control over anything else in Panem that he will not stand for someone behaving like this to him, especially not someone a fraction of his age.

"But first, you will apologize, or there will be... consequences." Albert purposely pauses to add an ominous tone to his statement. What consequences? The little pissant will find out the hard way if he doesn't comply, and considering the threat comes from a broadly muscled 5'10" German man with no pupils and metallic robot arms, he may want to choose his next words carefully.

“No. I don’t want to.” Except he kind of does want to go there, and for a brief second Julian glances to where the elevator is. District three is proving to be more trouble than it’s worth. But leaving now would seem like defeat, and Julian stubbornly stands his ground, turning to look back at Albert. The drill-sergeant voice only fuels his glare more, unaccustomed to being spoken to in such a way.

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” Some part of Julian does recognize it’s probably not very nice to eat other people’s food, but he shoves the thought as far away as possible and tries to sound firm. “I won’t apologize. You can talk about consequences all you want, but you can’t do anything here. Fighting isn’t allowed.” Julian’s not really sure how strict that rule is though, and the robotic arms are of some concern. He’s never had to deal with very many repercussions in his life before though, isn’t really used to any sort of punishment for his behavior, so he doesn’t really expect Albert to actually do anything.

The glance to the elevators is not unnoticed and Albert squares his shoulders further, looking even more imposing with proverbial ice in his blank white gaze. The boy is stubborn, but Albert is an immovable glacier, built upon 100 years of life experience in not suffering willful impetuousness in his presence. "Stealing. Invasion of privacy. Trespassing."

He leans in a fraction of an inch, looming just enough to make it clear he's not trying, he just is larger than the boy. It wouldn't be considered much of a fight, whatever the rules are. "It's just out here that fighting is regulated, boy. What happens in the Arena is something else altogether."

Not that he would ever hunt down anyone who hasn't shown actual malice. It's not who Albert is, but this kid is new and hardly knows that and Albert knows how intimidating his stature and harsh accent can be. "Apologize."

He doesn't actually expect the kid to do it. More likely Albert thinks he'll cut and run, which suits Albert just fine. At his core, all he really wants to do is be rid of him, read a book, and eat his gummi bears in peace.

Julian rolls his eyes at Albert’s list of offenses. “I’m not some sort of criminal. They’re only gummi bears. It’s not as if we really have any privacy here anyway, and if the floors are open I don’t see the big deal.”

Even if Albert only leans in slightly, it’s enough for Julian to take a small step back, and it’s hard for him to play it off as not being scared when he flinches at the mention of the Arena too, but he tries to anyway, tone unconcerned when he says, “You won’t be able to find me in the Arena. I’m very... sneaky.”

“No. I’m not apologizing. And if you’re done being annoying, I have to go get more food now.” Unless Albert moves to stop him, Julian heads back to District three’s kitchen to go see what other food he can eat instead of the gummi bears, mainly only out of spite rather than actual hunger now.

He'll give credit for not being intimidated enough to retreat, at least. Or it could be that this kid is just too stupidly stubborn to know when to back off. Probably the second one, frankly, judging by how he twitches when Albert looms.

But one step towards the kitchen and Albert's had enough of the game. Instead of allowing any progress, he grabs the boy's shoulder and determinedly drags his either dead or struggling weight towards the hall outside the suite's front door. "Wrong is wrong and I have suffered enough of your petulance. You're welcome back if you discover some respect, but until then if I see you on this floor, I'll put you out myself. You are not welcome here unless expressly invited."

His voice is low and growling, still eerily calm despite the tone and any fight Julian may be giving him against his forcible ejection.

When Albert grabs his shoulder, Julian tries to keep himself firmly planted, but that doesn’t work out so well, and soon he finds himself being dragged off and he instantly protests, “Stop that! Let me go! Right now! Don’t touch me!”

In between his protests he proceeds to try and grab onto walls and furniture to keep himself from being moved, but that proves to be ineffective as well, grip continuing to slip as Albert moves him along. Seeing no other choice, he finally resorts to trying to pry Albert’s hand off him and then trying to shove him away, first hesitantly and then with more force. While Julian’s surprisingly stronger than he looks, even if the Capitol has brought down his enhanced strength to human levels, it’s still not enough and Julian huffs in frustration when he still isn’t able to get away.

“Even if you put me out, I’m just going to keep on coming back.” He really doesn’t at all want to come back at this point, but his pride has been wounded.

"Try it."

There's a threat there, in those two rumbled words as Albert scoots the kid the last few feet into the hall and all but plants him before the elevator. The spoiled little ingrate may try to come back but Albert will bet dollars to donuts it will be when the German cyborg isn't around. He's put fear in the boy, stubborn or not.

Albert gives an unsettling grin that shows his canines. "See what happens."

Then he shuts the door right in Julian's face.

“I will!” Julian shouts, kicking at the door. He’s tempted to go walking back in, but he figures he’s just going to be brought right back out, and he doesn’t really want to have his pride wounded again. And even if Julian doesn’t want to admit it, insists to himself that Albert is only a hassle and nothing more, he is a little scared of him.

Julian will be back, though, too stubborn to leave it alone, but Albert would be right in thinking it’ll be when he isn’t around. Even if Julian plans on getting revenge by eating portions of every Albert labeled thing he finds.

But for now, he gives one last kick at the door, and then goes to take the elevator up to see what he can find on another floor, where Julian hopes he will not have to deal with such clearly rude people.

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I can't help that I need it all - [OPEN]

D3; lemme know if you need anything changed

nope! this is perfect :>

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I am so sorry x.x;

Don't be! Julian deserves to be kicked out >:D

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