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Dr. Daniel Jackson ([personal profile] hi_there_aliens) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2013-05-18 01:00 pm

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Who| Daniel Jackson, Eva, R but OPEN to any others
What|  Daniel's headed for an "I told you so" from Eva and finding out R is a "smart" zombie, which makes their interactions in the Arena have some added fridge horror.
Where|  The park
When|  Shortly meeting Ele (Sometime after his death in the Arena but before the victor's crowning.)
Warnings/Notes| No idea yet, will change if anything comes up

He had barely begun to put a dent in the place, but it already felt much too small. Like he was that rat pacing back and forth within its cage, nosing about at each end hoping each time something had changed. Uneasily, Daniel hurried through the crowd, eyes on the ground as he thought. 

For the moment, there wasn't any way out as far as he could see, short of chance or the Gamemaker's wishes or finding a way out through the Districts. Not unless he stumbled on a Stargate and threw his chances to fate. Or found a ship. That was about as unlikely as a Goa'uld turning over a new leaf. Screwed just about covered it.

Daniel kept his eyes away from the buildings, the stalls. He couldn't bring himself to watch the rest of the Games. Which was almost a moot point when the Capitol was fond of keeping it on as many screens as possible. Now citizens could catch almost every minute as they went about their business. Wasn't that considerate?

Even then, he couldn't avoid it completely. There was a flash at the corner of his vision as he entered a park, and Daniel turned to look for a moment. There on the screen was what looked to be a tally, and a face flashed by as one of the deceased. Daniel recognied the blond hair even with a crowd in the way:" Draco Malfoy, the kid that had petitioned to become a citizen. Daniel felt a chill go down to his stomach. He hadn't seen Draco come out of the Arena. He hadn't even known he'd gone in, but apparently the petition was something of a pointless formality.

There had to  be somewhere outside of the tower that had some peace and quiet, as Game free as possible.
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-05-20 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
He wasn't the only one looking for peace and quiet. Ever since R found the park, with some nice dark spots to lurk underneath the trees and a pond that he could watch the sun reflect off at a (safe-ish, non-piranha) distance, he'd tried to shake things up and come here when the Training Center wasn't an option or he was starting to feel hungry.

Nothing like watching the other Tributes training to make that hunger wish he could work out removing the muzzle.

By the time R arrived in the park, it was already evening, dark but not dark. The Capitol was on, day or night, all the time no matter where and it didn't really matter if you could see the stars. R guessed the people here didn't care about looking up. R did. With the trees here he felt a little bit safer from that big yawning sky, the emptiness black he was used to from home now colored this purple. Light pollution. Used to be extinct as the Living population dwindled. Now it was back.

R found himself chafing at it. He almost missed the stars.

He was still wandering the park, looking for a new spot to sway in and think when he spotted a man walking along one of the pathways. It took him a few minutes to realize who and then R shambled faster. Tall, glasses. Not much sneezing but he did get killed by this man. Hard to forget that face, that walk.

He had to make this right. Give those two groans. R eventually got close enough to start groaning.

"Uhgh....ugh...?" R hoped he had that down. That was two, right?
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-05-21 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
By some stroke of luck, Sneezy didn't turn and bolt the other way the second he laid eyes on R. In fact, he stopped and tried to talk to him again like second chances were a real thing, R almost wishing he could laugh because Jesus what a relief!

"Muh...maybe," R was on a roll today. "Two...groans..."

Did this guy remember? R hoped he remembered because he was banking on it. Trying to make things right. Fix those terrible impressions he made in the Arena.

R shuffled to a stop a safe distance away from the human, trying to look as non-threatening as possible because their last couple of encounters hadn't been so hot. Don't get too close, let the human make the first move, look but don't touch. Staring across the few yards separating them, R could see this one was quick on his feet. Smart. The way his eyes flicked around, that...well, spark. Whatever it was really called.
Edited 2013-05-21 10:48 (UTC)
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-05-26 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah, R could talk. He wasn't the only zombie capable of a word here or there but before Karis, he used to think he was the only one capable of full sentences. That and the only one who had the drive. M came close and the last time he saw him, they had the closest thing to a real conversation that R could remember. It made sense where Sneezy was coming from...especially after the crappy first impression R made back in the Arena, when R couldn't even count past one and thought trying to bite his foot off was an awesome idea.

Time to fix that.

R nodded. "Talk...ing. I'm....sorry about....then." No point saying what then was - this guy seemed real bright, so he got the picture. "And...scaring you...too. Needed...help....not arrrm."

He'd swear on it if he had to. As much as his hunger thought Sneezy's arm looked like an appetizer, R was determined to start this off on a better foot and right now he was glad that muzzle was in place.
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-06-02 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
This was going a lot better than he could've hoped, R slowly growing hopeful about this maybe working out after all. They were having a dialogue, communicating. It was a start.

"It's...okay...too," R said with a shrug. "Ac...cident. I should...have slowed...down."

Yeah, uh huh, "slowed down" for a zombie. Talk about ironic. But seriously, if he'd just taken the few extra seconds to groan out a "don't panic, and hear me out" instead of shuffling forward in his rush, they probably would've ended things on a better foot. Better late than never, right? Grateful for the opportunity to try to fix things, R began drafting up an explanation, the breath he didn't really need wheezing into his ruined lungs and then out.

"Back...there, I...needed...wing man. Other...Tribute," R gasped it out. "Understand?"
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-06-11 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? R was downright relieved to hear that. Next time - if there was a next time - he'd take Daniel's advice to heart. Do it better without shooting off his other foot.

"I'm...Rrr," R wheezed out, the zombie's gray hand starting to flop up too. He stared at where Daniel's hand used to be, realizing after that fact that maybe he didn't want to shake. Considering R had a dead man's grip and a past history of biting first, he guessed that was fair enough of the human to be cautious here. "Just...R. Your...name?"

Maybe now wasn't the time to tell him he'd been calling him Sneezy the whole time. R usually wasn't prone to nicknames but the guy made that big of an impression on him, right from the first sneeze. Having a real name might help this...whatever that was between them. Conversations and communication issues, he guessed.
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-06-21 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Really..." As far as he knew. At least it was easy to remember? Sometimes R wished he could get the rest of it out of that murky nothing, though, because it almost felt sometimes that if he just had more to his name - a key vowel, even whatever its ending was - he'd be that much closer to knowing who he was before. "All...that's...left. Rr," he repeated, as if almost challenging Daniel to say that didn't count.

"Dan...iel," R mostly got it out in one shot, looking at that last name and deciding not to get too ambitious here. Better stick with the basics. "Nice to...meet you. G...glad for...chances."

He kept wanting to shake hands, for some reason. R got the impression he'd never been that good at it, but that didn't stop him from wanting to practice anyway. Might as well since he suddenly had a lot of time and nothing like a life to get in the way these days. He tried to focus on Daniel's face, the glint of his glasses - anything to keep him from fading - and he thought the man looked like he had questions now that they weren't busy with gory misunderstandings.
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[personal profile] shambler 2013-07-03 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
R shrugged. Go ahead and ask. For someone who'd never met a zombie before, Daniel was a natural at almost caving one's head in. Maybe he'd been born talented. R was still working out if he should say that as a compliment (too awkward?) when the human was already jumping in his questions.

"Dead. Or...Fleshies," R thought about it. He better explain, his hand bonelessly flopping at himself and his full set of skin and muscles. "Others...Boney. Not..."

He paused, searching for the words he wanted, feeling Daniel's eyes on him the whole time. Even if he hadn't tried taking a chunk out of the guy, R would've felt nervous under that stare - there was the sharp edge of intelligence there studying him, R feeling even like more of a big, lumbering idiot of a corpse. Was he being graded? Why did it feel like he was being graded on a paper? Did he even remember what it felt like to write papers? R guessed this had to be a pretty close second, feeling so on the spot that he fumbled for a bit before he recovered.

"...Not nice...neighbors." R said. That'd have to do. It wasn't the most eloquent thing he'd ever said, but it got the job done.
Edited 2013-07-03 18:27 (UTC)