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thecapitol2014-02-27 09:31 am
silberfuchs) wrote in thecapitol2014-02-27 09:31 am
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No I don't know where I'm going
Who| Albert and OPEN; then later Albert and Jet
What| Waking up after the arena. Wait, wasn't he dead...? Panicked flinging open of doors ensues. Then a dramatic reunion.
Where| Training center. All over it but starting on Level 3 (especially looking for District-mate CR); then a bar
When| Beginning Week 6
Warnings/Notes| Sex in thechampagne room closed thread, just fyi. Gettin' hot and heavy up in there.
One// OPEN
Searing pain.
That's all that Albert remembers as his mind snaps to consciousness. It takes him a moment to realize he's not still in it, that he's not so much charred meat on the walls of a museum gift shop.
It takes him a moment to realize he's alive. Why is he alive?
He breathes raggedly, trying to piece everything together, trying to calm his shocked system and scrambled nerves, trying to focus on something, anything, else.
With a pop of stiff joints, Albert forces himself to sit and take stock. He’s alive after setting off an explosion at point blank. He’s certain he died there in the middle of the gift shop, so then they still have the cloning technology? Or is this an actual revival of his physical body? Worse, does this mean they’ll be reviving him indefinitely? And what does that mean for Jet and the others? He’d seen them only briefly, separating from Pyunma and Joe, finding Chaud and Jet...
Jet.
If he's alive then is it too much to hope that Chaud and Jet are as well? He means to find out.
Throwing off the covers - uncomfortably posh, not only the bed but the entire room done up in a modern sleek design with smooth curves and sharp angles, silk and smooth metal the predominant textures - Albert makes for the door, then the next door he can find. And the next. He winds his way around the building searching blindly, throwing open doors and uncaring to his general dishevelment and gruffly demanding to know what in the hell is going on.
Two// CLOSED
Hours later, after he'd finally calmed down and the poor harassed assistant caught up with him to give him some effects (phone, credit card, etc), Albert finds himself in a bar. It's the only lead he'd gotten in his tearing through the training center and since he has no other earthly idea of where to look in a city so large, it'll have to do. If anything, he can drown himself in a bottle and not have to think about any of it for at least awhile. How they've been brought here to murder each other time and again for entertainment? He can't decide if this is an improvement from Jaden or not.
His heart leaps in his throat when he sees the familiar shock of blond hair bent over the bar, a small collection of shots scattering the area around him. Then there's relief. He's alive. Three times now, three times Jet's died and three times he's returned and Albert has to wonder if his partner is protected by some lucky star.
Or is it unlucky? He's died and come back himself twice now, and it's as unpleasant as it is confusing... And now they, this government in this new place, has full control over their lives. What relief had washed over Albert ebbs a bit at the realization.
Taking a soft breath and exhaling through his nose, Albert slips onto the stool next to Jet at the bar, tapping his credit card to get the keeper's attention and flicking it towards what looks to be the most expensive drink on the wall. If he's going to live and die for their entertainment, he may as well make them pay for it.
As the barman busies himself, Albert silently reaches over and places his hand on Jet's, barely even looking as he does. He says nothing, the drone of the Games on large screens all around permeating the air and making it difficult to think let alone be heard well over the din.
He lets his grip speak for him, tight as a vice but solid and whole and, if he has his way, ever-present.
What| Waking up after the arena. Wait, wasn't he dead...? Panicked flinging open of doors ensues. Then a dramatic reunion.
Where| Training center. All over it but starting on Level 3 (especially looking for District-mate CR); then a bar
When| Beginning Week 6
Warnings/Notes| Sex in the
One// OPEN
Searing pain.
That's all that Albert remembers as his mind snaps to consciousness. It takes him a moment to realize he's not still in it, that he's not so much charred meat on the walls of a museum gift shop.
It takes him a moment to realize he's alive. Why is he alive?
He breathes raggedly, trying to piece everything together, trying to calm his shocked system and scrambled nerves, trying to focus on something, anything, else.
With a pop of stiff joints, Albert forces himself to sit and take stock. He’s alive after setting off an explosion at point blank. He’s certain he died there in the middle of the gift shop, so then they still have the cloning technology? Or is this an actual revival of his physical body? Worse, does this mean they’ll be reviving him indefinitely? And what does that mean for Jet and the others? He’d seen them only briefly, separating from Pyunma and Joe, finding Chaud and Jet...
Jet.
If he's alive then is it too much to hope that Chaud and Jet are as well? He means to find out.
Throwing off the covers - uncomfortably posh, not only the bed but the entire room done up in a modern sleek design with smooth curves and sharp angles, silk and smooth metal the predominant textures - Albert makes for the door, then the next door he can find. And the next. He winds his way around the building searching blindly, throwing open doors and uncaring to his general dishevelment and gruffly demanding to know what in the hell is going on.
Two// CLOSED
Hours later, after he'd finally calmed down and the poor harassed assistant caught up with him to give him some effects (phone, credit card, etc), Albert finds himself in a bar. It's the only lead he'd gotten in his tearing through the training center and since he has no other earthly idea of where to look in a city so large, it'll have to do. If anything, he can drown himself in a bottle and not have to think about any of it for at least awhile. How they've been brought here to murder each other time and again for entertainment? He can't decide if this is an improvement from Jaden or not.
His heart leaps in his throat when he sees the familiar shock of blond hair bent over the bar, a small collection of shots scattering the area around him. Then there's relief. He's alive. Three times now, three times Jet's died and three times he's returned and Albert has to wonder if his partner is protected by some lucky star.
Or is it unlucky? He's died and come back himself twice now, and it's as unpleasant as it is confusing... And now they, this government in this new place, has full control over their lives. What relief had washed over Albert ebbs a bit at the realization.
Taking a soft breath and exhaling through his nose, Albert slips onto the stool next to Jet at the bar, tapping his credit card to get the keeper's attention and flicking it towards what looks to be the most expensive drink on the wall. If he's going to live and die for their entertainment, he may as well make them pay for it.
As the barman busies himself, Albert silently reaches over and places his hand on Jet's, barely even looking as he does. He says nothing, the drone of the Games on large screens all around permeating the air and making it difficult to think let alone be heard well over the din.
He lets his grip speak for him, tight as a vice but solid and whole and, if he has his way, ever-present.
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...wait.
"A-Albert?" Chaud stared at him for a moment, almost unable to believe it was really him before his feelings turned into an uncomfortable mixture of relief and unhappiness. He was alive, but...he was here. How was he supposed to feel about that?
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That's not who he expected, not after searching for so long with no success, but the relief on Albert's face is obvious, even if there's an undercurrent of pain behind it. "Gott sei Dank, I thought I would never find you."
He thought they hadn't been brought back... "Is Jet with you still?"
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He opened his mouth to ask the obvious 'are you okay?' or some other related question, but he stopped himself short and ended up staring at Albert uncertainly instead. As with Jet, he was pretty sure that the answer he'd receive for asking such questions would be either an obvious lie or an answer that he already knew was coming, so why bother with asking? But unlike with Jet, he wasn't sure what to say instead. It didn't help that this was his first time seeing Albert since they were on Valhalla...
He didn't want to just stand here quietly, though, so after a pause, he (painfully obviously) forced some words out. "...Did you...just get here?"
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Perhaps its best to be honest and forthright. After everything they've been through, Chaud is not a child any longer. Albert can't think of him that way. "I was in the arena. I found you after you'd been killed."
There's a lengthy pause, awkward and uncomfortable and Albert shuffles his feet just to have something to do before asking a question lamely. "Do you want to talk?"
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Being reminded of what had happened in the arena made Chaud's stomach instantly tighten, while his brain did whatever it could to ignore those memories...and the temptation to reach up and touch his neck. Instead, it focused on the fact that Albert had been in the arena, too, and what that meant for him now that he was here. He didn't really want to talk about either of their arena experiences, though...previous conversation topics, however badly they'd gone in the past, would honestly be preferable at this point.
But he knew their current situation was more important to deal with first.
"...Not here." Chaud gave the door a glance, hinting at his original plans for the day. Plus, maybe if they were walking it would be a little less awkward for both of them. Albert's uncomfortable behavior hadn't gone unnoticed.
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"Let's get something to eat and maybe some coffee. I haven't had either since waking up."
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Stuffing his hands in his pockets, the teen went ahead and moved on through the door to head to the elevators, expecting Albert to follow; preferably, he wanted them to leave this building entirely, but if they were going to eat, then the restaurants on the first level would be a good place for that, right? Although even though they had a plan in mind now, he wasn't quite sure how to start their 'talk'...so he opted for walking quietly, even though he knew he was being unhelpfully awkward. Just because he recognized conversation was necessary didn't mean it would automatically make it easy for him to do it.
Silently, he hoped his older companion would have something to say instead. If he didn't, then Chaud was going to have to think of something quick, to escape painfully long awkward silence if nothing else...
Sorry for the short, but dialogue
"Joe and Pyunma are here as well. We split up in the museum. I'm not entirely certain what happened after..." He also has no idea they were filmed as of yet.
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"Are they the only ones you've seen?" the teen asked, as he stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the first floor. "I haven't come across anyone familiar besides you and Jet..." Which was troubling. It made sense that their other allies would be here, too, but why were they few and far between? Where were the ones unaccounted for? And for that matter, what happened to Valhalla in the meantime? Was this corrupted government keeping it or did they destroy it? If the latter was the case, then their possessions would be gone as well, which meant his phone and ProtoMan were...
...Chaud didn't like the thought, even if it was a very real possibility.
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"It may sound like an insane theory, but either this isn't the same time or it's not the same world that we came from." He knows from experience already that both time travel and aliens exist and having met an alien girl in the arena, it somewhat fits.