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thecapitol2014-01-16 09:53 pm
wronglychosen) wrote in thecapitol2014-01-16 09:53 pm
Entry tags:
all that glitters is not gold
Who| Zelos + open to all D6 people!
What| General mingling post for D6 people
Where| D6 train ride
When| Heading back to the Capitol after the District Tours... in D6!
Warnings/Notes| n/a
Zelos made a beeline for the dining car almost as soon as the train departed from District Six. He didn't have much of an appetite after everything they'd seen in the district itself, but he rummaged through the cabinets until he found a bottle of scotch. There was no way in hell he was stupid enough to get drunk, but there was something to be said for taking the edge off. After days of living in District Six, with the profound sense of not belonging and a mixture of pity and unease at the stark difference between its people and the Capitol citizens, he needed it.
He'd never admit it out loud, but he missed his friends. One of them, with their endless optimism and faith in the goodness of humanity, would know what to do. Zelos, just by himself, had nothing even vaguely resembling that. He didn't want to die, even temporarily. That was the straight of it. He'd busied himself so far with just getting a feel for the environment and people, but the Arena was coming up and decisions to be made concerning the people he'd begun to get to know.
Later, he would make his way to the entertainment car and flip through the selection of "films", as they called it. Decisions could be made another day, but for now, Zelos was going to try and forget that everyone here was technically an enemy.
[ D6 mingling post! Make your own threads, threadjack, etc etc. You can intercept Zelos in both the dining car and/or the entertainment car. ]
What| General mingling post for D6 people
Where| D6 train ride
When| Heading back to the Capitol after the District Tours... in D6!
Warnings/Notes| n/a
Zelos made a beeline for the dining car almost as soon as the train departed from District Six. He didn't have much of an appetite after everything they'd seen in the district itself, but he rummaged through the cabinets until he found a bottle of scotch. There was no way in hell he was stupid enough to get drunk, but there was something to be said for taking the edge off. After days of living in District Six, with the profound sense of not belonging and a mixture of pity and unease at the stark difference between its people and the Capitol citizens, he needed it.
He'd never admit it out loud, but he missed his friends. One of them, with their endless optimism and faith in the goodness of humanity, would know what to do. Zelos, just by himself, had nothing even vaguely resembling that. He didn't want to die, even temporarily. That was the straight of it. He'd busied himself so far with just getting a feel for the environment and people, but the Arena was coming up and decisions to be made concerning the people he'd begun to get to know.
Later, he would make his way to the entertainment car and flip through the selection of "films", as they called it. Decisions could be made another day, but for now, Zelos was going to try and forget that everyone here was technically an enemy.
[ D6 mingling post! Make your own threads, threadjack, etc etc. You can intercept Zelos in both the dining car and/or the entertainment car. ]
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As soon as he gets ushered back to the train, he's wide awake. He proceeds to announce his presence to everyone - including the people who find this hour of the morning entirely unsuitable for being awake - by loudly drumming on the pole holding a bunk bed above his head. And rapping.
"Shit son, we be wicked in the District's got me sickened
Or maybe like sixened, got me queasy like sex ed, got peeps thinking we best dead
While these bitches is underfed, put a po' boy to the mouth of a po' head
I know I'm thirsty but my fans here is hungry, first thing we be getting them comfy
Put 'em on a train to free them from the pain, to Panem's Capitol City main
Gotta get our homies either with us or go back and make it rain"
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It wasn't that he hadn't been glad their children weren't fighting now - that was the only upside to this whole thing - but it was like some of them seemed to think he'd chosen it and wasn't a prisoner.
When one of them had spoken of honoring him, that had been is time to speak up. He'd told them he was glad their children were now safe but if they really wanted to honor the sacrifice he was making, to never forget it meant he might never get home home to protect his own daughter. That the price he was paying was possible never seeing her again,
That had brought on a very powerful silence and he'd stayed quiet for the rest of the trip.
One that was broken, now that he re-entered the train, because of Punchy's rapping. It lifted Guy's spirits a bit, which was why Punchy stared hearing rhythmic beats to match Punchy's being knocked against the wall outside his cabin.
He wanted to lure him out to have some fun in one of the more open cars with everyone else.
Why not make this a little party?
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He was sort of glad to be leaving the districts, it had been nice, actually, to get away from the Capitol. But being treated like some kind of celebrity saviour was hard to swallow.
"Where's that coming from?"
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"It's coming from my hands. Punchy's in there doing the words, though."
Guy went back to his knocking.
"Punchy, come out here! We can't have a party if you're in there - there's not enough room to fit everyone. And the dancing."
There would be dancing.
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Pity there ain't no shawties to grind up on, yo.
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And... what... what is he looking at here. "What the fuck?" That was the worst dancing he's seen, and he's seen bad dancing.