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thecapitol2013-03-16 03:59 pm
iselldrugstothecommunity) wrote in thecapitol2013-03-16 03:59 pm
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And Walked Straight Into This Mess [Closed]
Who| Anna and Howard
What| Anna finds Howard in the Capitol.
Where| Some side street.
When| A few days before the Arena.
Warnings/Notes| Howard's not mentally all there these days. Mentions of hoarding.
Howard's stopped keeping close track of where he's waking up. He walks the Capitol until he's exhausted and finds some place to hole up, and then he'll wake up a few hours later and do it again. Sometimes he finds happy distractions in hoarding, or in hanging out with R or visiting Eponine, but when he doesn't have something occupying his mind he wanders, and when he wanders he loses himself.
Today he's curled up behind a bike rack at the Capitol, out of sight of most of the prying eyes of the street. He pulled his hood of his jacket over his head to hide his face, but as he turned a little bit in his sleep, it's come undone, and the sun stretches over his cheeks. His clothing, chosen so meticulously by his stylists, is covered in dirt and grime and grease from jumping into dumpsters and retrieving broken artifacts. His hands are balled into little fists. In another time he might just look like a homeless person, but he stands out a bit, since the Capitol no longer likes seeing such unpleasantries at their doorsteps. They prefer it at a distance, on television and out in the Districts where they don't have to deal with anything but the glamorous drama of it.
He licks his teeth as he wakes up. His mouth is dry.
What| Anna finds Howard in the Capitol.
Where| Some side street.
When| A few days before the Arena.
Warnings/Notes| Howard's not mentally all there these days. Mentions of hoarding.
Howard's stopped keeping close track of where he's waking up. He walks the Capitol until he's exhausted and finds some place to hole up, and then he'll wake up a few hours later and do it again. Sometimes he finds happy distractions in hoarding, or in hanging out with R or visiting Eponine, but when he doesn't have something occupying his mind he wanders, and when he wanders he loses himself.
Today he's curled up behind a bike rack at the Capitol, out of sight of most of the prying eyes of the street. He pulled his hood of his jacket over his head to hide his face, but as he turned a little bit in his sleep, it's come undone, and the sun stretches over his cheeks. His clothing, chosen so meticulously by his stylists, is covered in dirt and grime and grease from jumping into dumpsters and retrieving broken artifacts. His hands are balled into little fists. In another time he might just look like a homeless person, but he stands out a bit, since the Capitol no longer likes seeing such unpleasantries at their doorsteps. They prefer it at a distance, on television and out in the Districts where they don't have to deal with anything but the glamorous drama of it.
He licks his teeth as he wakes up. His mouth is dry.
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And that's what she's doing when she spots a hunched over form behind a bike rack on her walk, instantly recognizing the lump as Howard (she's a detective, it's what she does). Anna's approach is slow, cautious as not to startle him when she kneels. "Howard."
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He doesn't know what to say to her, so he just brushes some sleep out of his eyes and uncurls a little bit. "Thanks for the food, back there."
asdkfhghdfhcbdf i'm so sorry this is late ;;
"You're welcome. I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you like I promised I would."
no problem <3
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"Yeah, while I was runnin' to help Eliot. Serves me right to get distracted."
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He wraps his arms around himself and curls up a bit tighter. "Maybe you can break my neck next time."