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thecapitol2013-12-01 10:36 pm
alldeduction) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-01 10:36 pm
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WHO| Sherlock and OPEN
WHAT| Sherlock is back in the capitol and he is not himself.
WHERE| Choose your own adventure
WHEN| From his death up until the end of the Arena because this is a catch all okay i'm sorry
WARNINGS| Thoughts on murder, otherwise nothing I don't think
OPTION 1: Two Days After Sherlock's Death, Before John's Death (Week 6)
It takes him two days to wake up, and his first breath is a violent one - shuddering right through to the very ends of his fingers as he drags himself back to life.
He'd thought, for half a moment, that he might not come back at all. That perhaps now the Capitol would tire of him, or consider him too much of a threat, and would finally let him go. But of course they kept him now. Now that they had what they wanted. Now that they'd broken him.
He could have sulked - he was a master sulker - but he was too afraid of the own dark depths of his thoughts, in those moments, so he instead dressed himself and left his room in a haze. Out through the suite, down the elevator, out of the tower. He barely looked back.
He just took to the streets like a tall pale ghost, robed in black.
He needed to think.
OPTION 2: Common Room while John's Death is being televised (Week 6)
He'd taken to watching the Games in the common room, instead of in his suite. He sat silently, long coat pulled up around him, feet up on the edge of the chair, front row and center. Sometimes he muttered low commentary but mostly he said nothing, content to cradle the popcorn in his arms and chew slowly, mindlessly.
If anyone tried to change the feed from watching John and Joan, however, he would snap suddenly and violently.
Howard wasn't the only one who could throw popcorn.
OPTION 3: After John's Returned. Wherever you like! (Week 7 - End of the Games)
He's more himself after John comes back. The strange edgy darkness at the corner of his eyes has been beaten back. He seems, and acts, more like he did before the last arena. Flippant. Dickish. But himself. Or at least so it appeared.
He still spent a good deal of time watching the Games, but he's started to be more social again. To try to prepare himself for the next time. Because there will be a next time, and another, and another. He would say that this was his own personal hell except it wasn't - everyone else was trapped here with him.
WHAT| Sherlock is back in the capitol and he is not himself.
WHERE| Choose your own adventure
WHEN| From his death up until the end of the Arena because this is a catch all okay i'm sorry
WARNINGS| Thoughts on murder, otherwise nothing I don't think
OPTION 1: Two Days After Sherlock's Death, Before John's Death (Week 6)
It takes him two days to wake up, and his first breath is a violent one - shuddering right through to the very ends of his fingers as he drags himself back to life.
He'd thought, for half a moment, that he might not come back at all. That perhaps now the Capitol would tire of him, or consider him too much of a threat, and would finally let him go. But of course they kept him now. Now that they had what they wanted. Now that they'd broken him.
He could have sulked - he was a master sulker - but he was too afraid of the own dark depths of his thoughts, in those moments, so he instead dressed himself and left his room in a haze. Out through the suite, down the elevator, out of the tower. He barely looked back.
He just took to the streets like a tall pale ghost, robed in black.
He needed to think.
OPTION 2: Common Room while John's Death is being televised (Week 6)
He'd taken to watching the Games in the common room, instead of in his suite. He sat silently, long coat pulled up around him, feet up on the edge of the chair, front row and center. Sometimes he muttered low commentary but mostly he said nothing, content to cradle the popcorn in his arms and chew slowly, mindlessly.
If anyone tried to change the feed from watching John and Joan, however, he would snap suddenly and violently.
Howard wasn't the only one who could throw popcorn.
OPTION 3: After John's Returned. Wherever you like! (Week 7 - End of the Games)
He's more himself after John comes back. The strange edgy darkness at the corner of his eyes has been beaten back. He seems, and acts, more like he did before the last arena. Flippant. Dickish. But himself. Or at least so it appeared.
He still spent a good deal of time watching the Games, but he's started to be more social again. To try to prepare himself for the next time. Because there will be a next time, and another, and another. He would say that this was his own personal hell except it wasn't - everyone else was trapped here with him.
Option 2
The flying popcorn caught him by surprise. He blinked and scowled at Sherlock. "What was that for?"
Re: Option 2
"I am watching."
Re: Option 2
Re: Option 2
"As if your attention helped me at all! Go be useless somewhere else!"
Re: Option 2 - Eliot, you are not Kevin!
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"If you want to be helpful then be helpful by sitting down and shutting up!"
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This was the bad thing about dealing with people again. They were people and he was somehow supposed to keep them alive but he didn't know how.
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"And most of the tributes that were in our district when we arrived have never returned. I suggest maybe you find new ways of being useful rather than destroying my efforts to protect the people that matter to me!"
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