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thecapitol2013-07-06 05:32 pm
savedbyasong) wrote in thecapitol2013-07-06 05:32 pm
Back from the dead
Who| Shion and open
What| After being killed by poison, being turned into a zombie and eventually being killed for real Shion is back in the capitol having officially lost the hunger games
Where| District 4 suites and briefly around the tribute tower
When| End of week 2 after Shion dies
Warnings/Notes| mentions of death and arena things
The arena had been vast and confusing and it had been no wonder that Shion had lost R. Without the older more experienced Zombie Shion was lost and once dark came he was all but doomed. Starvation, cold, eventually when he was half mad with hunger he got into a fight with creatures far more powerful than him, desperate to feed.
Eventually one of them must have destroyed his brain because Shion woke up in the Capitol, human again. Even though he had been warned that he would come back, and thanks to the poison, and the zombie bite it was not exactly the first time in the last fortnight that he had came back after dying, it was still jarring.
It was all he could do to prevent being sick until he was left alone back in district four, and then he curled up on his bed, knowing it was pathetic but unable to make sense of everything that had happened.
He stayed there as long as he could, trying to pretend that everything was just a nightmare, and he would wake back in No. 6. Better still that he would wake up in West Town, next to Rat to find they hadn't even attempted to take on the city yet.
But this was reality and he had to face it, just as he had faced it on leaving No. 6. So he barely even argued when his escort made him go downstairs, it wasn't good for him to stay hidden away, she told him. She didn't seem impressed with his performance at all and Shion didn't blame her.
The problem with being anywhere but his room was twofold. One was that there were other people, and the second was that ever room had at least two TVs and they were all showing the games.
He endured this for about half a minute before standing defiantly and going over to the nearest one, turning it off.
What| After being killed by poison, being turned into a zombie and eventually being killed for real Shion is back in the capitol having officially lost the hunger games
Where| District 4 suites and briefly around the tribute tower
When| End of week 2 after Shion dies
Warnings/Notes| mentions of death and arena things
The arena had been vast and confusing and it had been no wonder that Shion had lost R. Without the older more experienced Zombie Shion was lost and once dark came he was all but doomed. Starvation, cold, eventually when he was half mad with hunger he got into a fight with creatures far more powerful than him, desperate to feed.
Eventually one of them must have destroyed his brain because Shion woke up in the Capitol, human again. Even though he had been warned that he would come back, and thanks to the poison, and the zombie bite it was not exactly the first time in the last fortnight that he had came back after dying, it was still jarring.
It was all he could do to prevent being sick until he was left alone back in district four, and then he curled up on his bed, knowing it was pathetic but unable to make sense of everything that had happened.
He stayed there as long as he could, trying to pretend that everything was just a nightmare, and he would wake back in No. 6. Better still that he would wake up in West Town, next to Rat to find they hadn't even attempted to take on the city yet.
But this was reality and he had to face it, just as he had faced it on leaving No. 6. So he barely even argued when his escort made him go downstairs, it wasn't good for him to stay hidden away, she told him. She didn't seem impressed with his performance at all and Shion didn't blame her.
The problem with being anywhere but his room was twofold. One was that there were other people, and the second was that ever room had at least two TVs and they were all showing the games.
He endured this for about half a minute before standing defiantly and going over to the nearest one, turning it off.
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Wesker seated against the wall, a tablet glowing like the pale face of the moon by one hand, a small leather journal open by the other. The text and the small, precise handwriting both equally unreadable at the distance.
(Notes. The official remarks of a victor and mentor on the assuredly monitored device; his own, personal thoughts on paper he carried with him.)
"Some of us still have work to do."
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"I didn't realise." He said quietly as an apology, but didn't move to turn the TV on again. "Just there are so many of them..." He gave an interested glance at the book that Wesker was writing in. It was still strange for Shion to see people writing by hand.
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He couldn't bring himself to press the button to turn it back on.
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"And find me one of mine." He tapped the tablet, a portrait popping up beneath his touch. "Ms. Vanderwaal, perhaps."
As the action flicked by, snatches of faces and sound, Wesker slanted a look at Shion.
"Perhaps she understands the importance of applying oneself."
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He blushed at the comment, he had heard enough comments from his escort about how disappointing he had been. "Is she doing well?" He managed to ask eventually when he found his voice once more.
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There wasn't much - a paragraph of initial impressions, his thoughts on their encounter over the network, and a short bullet-point list of her actions thus far in the arena. He stroked his pen across the paper, cutting a decisive line across the page. He dated the break neatly, scratching numerals into the margin.
On the tablet, his swept Mona's picture aside with a flick of his fingers, and brought up her vital sheet instead.
"But she is still alive. That's certainly a good place to start."
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Instead he moved closer to Wesker looking at the notes with interest.
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He didn't cover his notes, as to do so would encourage the idea that there was something worth seeing - that he had something to hide. Rather, instead, his snake eyes fixed the young man in an unblinking stare.
"I have high hopes for her. As well as the rest of my talented district."
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He hadn't paid any attention to the faces in the sky after R had turned him, they had meant nothing to him.
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"Still alive," he replied smoothly, turning back several pages in his book. "My district are doing themselves proud."
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Wasn't that interesting....
"You're close, are you?" he asked easily curious. "Friends?"
The pen didn't move, but behind the lenses - behind the eyes - he was certainly making a mental note.
One never knew what might come in useful later.
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He had taught her about edible plants in return, a skill that had turned out to be useless in the candy filled arena.
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Just how far would he go for her?
"I don't imagine you've done well enough to earn yourself any credits to spare..., but perhaps you could appeal to the sponsors."
He scratched at his jaw with the backs of his fingers. A light, idle brushing, handsome pen winking light from where it rested between his forefinger and thumb.
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He looked at the screen again, he had promised to look out for her as she had him. And then they had been separated.
Appealing to sponsors... He hadn't thought of that either and he wasn't sure that letting them who his friends were was wise. After all it was a sure way to get them hurt.
Then again, there didn't seem to be an inch of this city the government couldn't see. So they probably knew everything about everyone anyways.
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"Should you find one, do let me know. I'll be sure to see she gets it."
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"Thank you, you are very kind."
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One corner of his mouth pulled upward and held - just for a beat - before his attention turned, head lifting out of his hand, nodding at the Avox again.
Shion all but forgotten - dismissed - as he instructed the woman to find another tribute of interest.
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