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thecapitol2014-02-18 10:20 pm
onlyimmune) wrote in thecapitol2014-02-18 10:20 pm
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Who| Ellie and OPEN
What| Ellie has a bit of a good yell, and tries to take her mind off things around the capitol
Where| District 1 suite, Common room, and some places around town
When| Any time after Ellie's death (end week four) to the end of the arena
Warnings/Notes| Language
[Option 1: District One Suites]
Ellie awoke with a choking gasp, her eyes flying open and she sat bolt upright in bed. She was sweating, flushed with adrenaline, her heart hammering away in its chest as if it had just relearned how to beat.
In a way, it had.
It took her a few minutes to remember where she was, the cool dark of her room broken only by the faint glow of the city lights outside her window... screen... thing. Finally, silently, she pulled herself from the sheets and stumbled into the room, clutching her pajammas around her. She raised a shaking hand and scrubbed the tears from her eyes before they had a chance to fall. She was fine. She was fine, and she was alive, and she was back in the city. No matter how very, very fucked up that concept was.
"Shit," She muttered to herself, her voice cracking slightly before she drew in a breath and slipped out into the suite common room in the dead of night.
She needed to find a television.
[Option 2: Common Room]
She was quieter than she usually was. Most of her friends were still in the arena (in fact, nearly all of them), so she kept to herself and tended to watch a lot of it on the television. She hoarded popcorn, building a little fort up around her of blankets and pillows as if she could build herself a cocoon and keep the world away.
When the television flipped to yet another commercial for tribute action figures, she groaned loudly and threw popcorn. "You fucking stole mine, you bastards!"
[Option 3: Out on the streets]
She was still a bit wary, around so many people. Even in the quarantine zone, the sheer population of the place had never been this high, and after weeks in the arena she'd gotten used to people being a thread, and scarce. So she kept to the sidelines, weaving in and out quietly, though she did slip into the pastry shop (and actually bought one, rather than stealing it), coming back out of the shopping and nibbling on it as she looked over the crowd. God, but the capitolites were a strange bunch. At least it made the tributes fairly easy to spot....
[Option 4: In the Park]
When she found the park, she could help but feel her heart lift again. It was one of the things she had really loved about the outside, beyond the walls of the quarantine. Despite the infection, despite the nearly constant danger, being able to actually see natural rather than endless drab concrete was something she relished. So she didn't bother to hide her pleasure as she strolled through the park, knowing she was completely safe (or as safe as possible). She ran her fingers over the bark of the trees, slipping deeper and deeper into the forest. All sense of civilization around her was lost, as if she was entering another world.
Only then she realised she wasn't alone, and that sense of security was shattered.
"Who's there?"
What| Ellie has a bit of a good yell, and tries to take her mind off things around the capitol
Where| District 1 suite, Common room, and some places around town
When| Any time after Ellie's death (end week four) to the end of the arena
Warnings/Notes| Language
[Option 1: District One Suites]
Ellie awoke with a choking gasp, her eyes flying open and she sat bolt upright in bed. She was sweating, flushed with adrenaline, her heart hammering away in its chest as if it had just relearned how to beat.
In a way, it had.
It took her a few minutes to remember where she was, the cool dark of her room broken only by the faint glow of the city lights outside her window... screen... thing. Finally, silently, she pulled herself from the sheets and stumbled into the room, clutching her pajammas around her. She raised a shaking hand and scrubbed the tears from her eyes before they had a chance to fall. She was fine. She was fine, and she was alive, and she was back in the city. No matter how very, very fucked up that concept was.
"Shit," She muttered to herself, her voice cracking slightly before she drew in a breath and slipped out into the suite common room in the dead of night.
She needed to find a television.
[Option 2: Common Room]
She was quieter than she usually was. Most of her friends were still in the arena (in fact, nearly all of them), so she kept to herself and tended to watch a lot of it on the television. She hoarded popcorn, building a little fort up around her of blankets and pillows as if she could build herself a cocoon and keep the world away.
When the television flipped to yet another commercial for tribute action figures, she groaned loudly and threw popcorn. "You fucking stole mine, you bastards!"
[Option 3: Out on the streets]
She was still a bit wary, around so many people. Even in the quarantine zone, the sheer population of the place had never been this high, and after weeks in the arena she'd gotten used to people being a thread, and scarce. So she kept to the sidelines, weaving in and out quietly, though she did slip into the pastry shop (and actually bought one, rather than stealing it), coming back out of the shopping and nibbling on it as she looked over the crowd. God, but the capitolites were a strange bunch. At least it made the tributes fairly easy to spot....
[Option 4: In the Park]
When she found the park, she could help but feel her heart lift again. It was one of the things she had really loved about the outside, beyond the walls of the quarantine. Despite the infection, despite the nearly constant danger, being able to actually see natural rather than endless drab concrete was something she relished. So she didn't bother to hide her pleasure as she strolled through the park, knowing she was completely safe (or as safe as possible). She ran her fingers over the bark of the trees, slipping deeper and deeper into the forest. All sense of civilization around her was lost, as if she was entering another world.
Only then she realised she wasn't alone, and that sense of security was shattered.
"Who's there?"
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"Yeah. It was back before the Arena - not this one, but the one before that. Some fucking thing got loose and they used the tributes to track it down and kill it. I think there was more than one, but uh, you could understand that I didn't exactly want to volunteer to help them clean up their own fucking mess. But yeah it could like, spit acid and stuff. You know that big gladiator dude? The one that won a few arenas back and like rides a sabertooth tiger into battle or whatever? He lost his leg fighting it. That's why he's like an ancient roman cyborg."
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He cleared his throat. "So it was a muttation? I think that's what the Capitol calls its genetically-engineered creations." There had been an audio recording in one of the exhibits on the subject, he remembered.
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"No idea. I would guess so, but if it was, it was more fucked up than anything I've seen. At least dinosaurs used to exist, you know? So that made sense. Acid spitting aliens? Not so much. Could be that it was something they brought in to compete in the games. They bring in aliens, you know? Like the trolls and stuff. So maybe they just brought in something they couldn't handle."
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"That's also very possible," he muttered, stroking his chin. "Do you know if they choose us, specifically, when they bring us here? Or do they just open portals and take the first sapient life-form they can get?"
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"I have no idea why or how they do any of this shit," She admitted. "Though I have heard that in one of the arenas peoples bodies were left behind even when they were back in the Capitol."
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Quickly, he added, "--but you said the bodies were left behind? Do you mean they're still there?"
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Basically gross.
"So they could watch the game and then watch people eat their bodies. Which is weird as fuck, right?"
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"It's disgusting," he said, "but not entirely surprising, you know, given the behavior pattern of the Capitol so far. They want us to put on a show, and I suppose cannibalism makes for good television in Panem." There was a very bitter note in his voice.
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And she did.
"It's just gross. Anyway uh, I'm Ellie, by the way."
no subject
"My name is Carlos," he replied. "As you've probably already guessed, I am a scientist."
no subject
"Between the whole trees and intense questions and shit. You uh-- you like a medical kind of scientist, at all?"
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She knew know one would just know how to treat her.
"I was just curious. I know a couple doctors, too, like Hawkeye. I think I'm probably okay." She offered a wry smile.
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"Anyway I should like, let you go back to your tree... whatever."
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"See you around, Dr. Carlos," She said, half teasing, before turning on her heel and disappearing off into the woods.
no subject
Then, he turned back to his obviously very important sample collection, that was clearly scientifically significant and in no way a desperate sign of an addiction to science.