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thecapitol2013-12-27 08:56 am
isthistheregion) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-27 08:56 am
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So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot [OPEN]
Who| The Creature and Open
What| Testing the boundaries of his "freedom"
Where| The Training Center
When| Sometime between Christmas and New Years
Warnings/Notes| No initial warnings. In terms of tagging in: Avoxes and District 8 Mentors are welcome to tag him in his room. Otherwise, your character is the other person to call the elevator at the end.
Once he had been taken from the room he'd woken up in, once he had been brought to the training center and evaluated, the Creature had spent days in his room.
At first, it had been out of despair and confusion. They had taken him away from his master, from his purpose, brought him into a city greater than any he had ever seen even at a distance. The scale of it, the sprawling man-made structures and the teeming population had been oppressive, unable to be faced except by viewing it through his window -- and even then, at times, it would overwhelm him, and he would be unable to bear the sight of it.
Hours passed. A day. Despair and anger melted into a sober confrontation of reality. Frankenstein was lost in more ways than one. Even if the Creature could escape this place and navigate north and somehow locate his creator, there would be nothing there but a frozen corpse.
Probably. The remote possibility that he might stumble upon some outpost, be given aid and be drawn away from his pursuit was enough to make his rage flicker back to life. He consoled himself with the thought that Frankenstein would not allow himself to linger in one place for too long. Even without the signposts the Creature had been leaving him, his need for revenge was too strong. He would take up the search again. And he would die on the ice.
The Creature mourned. The sun set and rose again.
Over time, he began to consider his current situation more closely. He discovered how to work the device that made flickering images come to life, and the things it showed him were in turns illuminating and confounding and an assault on the senses. He examined the smaller device his captors had given him, discovered how to make the map appear.
The room began to feel small, the walls too close. Where he had at first been determined to stay put until they came to collect him for these 'games,' he wanted to wander.
They had told him he was free to do so, after all. He wondered, if he made his way toward those mountains... how far would he get? What would they do once he got there?
He chose clothes that would cover him as well as possible. Trousers made of rough blue cloth. A hooded shirt. A scarf, which he wrapped around the bottom half of his face before putting the hood up. Simple, canvas slip-on shoes. He had never had a need for shoes, but until he got to the mountains, he wanted to stand out as little as possible.
He slipped out of his room, toward the small room that moved -- the elevator. He remembered enough to know how to call it, and stepped in when the door open.
And then he was faced with the other buttons. He had thought the floor he would want in order to leave the building would be obvious. But -- no. Floor 1? Central Commons? What was a sublevel?
He hesitated, but then there was an electronic tone, and the door slid closed before he could enter a command. Someone else had called the elevator.
The Creature put his back to the wall, his head and eyes angled downward.
What| Testing the boundaries of his "freedom"
Where| The Training Center
When| Sometime between Christmas and New Years
Warnings/Notes| No initial warnings. In terms of tagging in: Avoxes and District 8 Mentors are welcome to tag him in his room. Otherwise, your character is the other person to call the elevator at the end.
Once he had been taken from the room he'd woken up in, once he had been brought to the training center and evaluated, the Creature had spent days in his room.
At first, it had been out of despair and confusion. They had taken him away from his master, from his purpose, brought him into a city greater than any he had ever seen even at a distance. The scale of it, the sprawling man-made structures and the teeming population had been oppressive, unable to be faced except by viewing it through his window -- and even then, at times, it would overwhelm him, and he would be unable to bear the sight of it.
Hours passed. A day. Despair and anger melted into a sober confrontation of reality. Frankenstein was lost in more ways than one. Even if the Creature could escape this place and navigate north and somehow locate his creator, there would be nothing there but a frozen corpse.
Probably. The remote possibility that he might stumble upon some outpost, be given aid and be drawn away from his pursuit was enough to make his rage flicker back to life. He consoled himself with the thought that Frankenstein would not allow himself to linger in one place for too long. Even without the signposts the Creature had been leaving him, his need for revenge was too strong. He would take up the search again. And he would die on the ice.
The Creature mourned. The sun set and rose again.
Over time, he began to consider his current situation more closely. He discovered how to work the device that made flickering images come to life, and the things it showed him were in turns illuminating and confounding and an assault on the senses. He examined the smaller device his captors had given him, discovered how to make the map appear.
The room began to feel small, the walls too close. Where he had at first been determined to stay put until they came to collect him for these 'games,' he wanted to wander.
They had told him he was free to do so, after all. He wondered, if he made his way toward those mountains... how far would he get? What would they do once he got there?
He chose clothes that would cover him as well as possible. Trousers made of rough blue cloth. A hooded shirt. A scarf, which he wrapped around the bottom half of his face before putting the hood up. Simple, canvas slip-on shoes. He had never had a need for shoes, but until he got to the mountains, he wanted to stand out as little as possible.
He slipped out of his room, toward the small room that moved -- the elevator. He remembered enough to know how to call it, and stepped in when the door open.
And then he was faced with the other buttons. He had thought the floor he would want in order to leave the building would be obvious. But -- no. Floor 1? Central Commons? What was a sublevel?
He hesitated, but then there was an electronic tone, and the door slid closed before he could enter a command. Someone else had called the elevator.
The Creature put his back to the wall, his head and eyes angled downward.
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Holiday tucked her hands into her jacket pockets, her lips twitching into a small smile. "If you're hoping that your walk will take you outside of the city, you may end up being disappointed. I hope you have a nice walk, anyway."
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Now he was wondering if he would be expected to kill her.
"The mountains. Are they inside the city limits?"
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"No, they're not," Holiday answered, actually looking back to him this time. She certainly wasn't afraid of his look, but certainly uneasy about it and interested all at once. "The only areas we can travel to in the city are the buildings. That's all. To be honest, it is a little confining."
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But now he was forming a new plan. He could still make it to higher ground, of a sort, if he could manage to navigate the streets.
The elevator slid to a stop, the door slid open. The Creature heard the echo of people milling about in the lobby -- not many people, certainly not enough to fill the space, but the sound made them appear more numerous.
He pulled the scarf back up around his face.
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He didn't seem like a people person and this place wasn't really going to help with that, but she was willing to do what she could for him.
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He tugged the scarf down again, gestured toward the front doors of the building.
"There is one building taller than this one, that I could see," he said. "How do I get there?"
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"We're treated like royalty by the citizens, but prisoners by the government. Don't let the differences confuse you." It was something that didn't need to be said, but could easily be forgotten by someone so new.
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And just there, somehow, he found the courage to move. He stepped toward the doors with renewed confidence, preparing to head down the avenue as she'd indicated.
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"What... do you plan to do?" she asked, watching as he walked towards and then away from her. His movements made him seem like a cement block and she would really rather not see him running towards her in an arena. She made a note to keep an eye on this guy, just in case.
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The doors slid open in front of him, and he stepped out onto the pavement.