thecapitol | 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 the ~~champagne 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.

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Well that's a bit awkward but somehow Albert's not sorry he asked. It's rare that Jet allow him glimpses into his past before he was a cyborg and knowing that Jet is comfortable enough to do so now puts him at ease.

"Not at all, it's heaven." He rolls his neck, leaning his head back to kiss under Jet's chin.

He smiled and let his hands fall so he could wrap his arms around Albert's shoulders as he tilted his face to catch those lips in a proper kiss. It was warm and quiet and he wished he could just stay here with Albert wrapped in his arms and the steam encasing them. His lips left Albert's and found his jaw and neck before Jet spoke next.

"I guess I should let you clean up instead of keeping you trapped here." Although, he didn't make any indication he intended to move. He really probably should though, the water could run out or someone else could try to come in, plus he could feel the soreness settling in his legs and pelvis.

"It might be helpful." As loathe as he is to move now that he's comfortable. Well, mostly comfortable. It's hard to ignore the stinging of the carpet burns and how his hips urge him to be sitting down. Or better yet, laying down.

He steals another kiss before breaking away to finish his ablutions, then slips out of the shower to dry while Jet has his turn without distraction. Other than Albert's silhouette through the frosted shower door of course.

That silhouette is distracting enough, but Jet manages to stay on task enough to finish washing up and turn off the water. His whole back felt raw and he felt sore in enough places that he would have sworn it was everywhere, but he still managed a smirk as he gingerly left the shower and reached for his own towel. Not before going for another kiss as though his lips were magnetically attracted to whatever part of Albert they could find.

Not expecting the kiss, Albert had turned to fasten the towel around his waist, leaving the bathrobe for Jet to wear. Consequently, the kiss lands on his shoulder instead of his lips and pulls a quiet chuckle from him.

"You should go first. I'll follow you in a few minutes. We shouldn't be too obvious, just in case."

Jet pouted for all of two seconds before flashing a child-like grin and slipped on the robe. He rubbed the towel over his hair, ditched it, and made for the door.

"Don't make me wait too long or you're in for it."

He hadn't decided what the punishment would be yet, but that could come later depending on exactly how long Albert decided to wait up.

The warning goes mostly unheeded, though it doesn't turn out that Albert makes Jet wait all too long. About five minutes, all told. He'd developed an uncomfortable level of scruff in the arena and while it grows in white and silver, the hair is wiry and makes his chin itch, so he'd like a shave... unfortunately a razor seems to be nowhere that he can find. There are a couple laid out in little trays, but they all seem to be used and he doesn't want to contaminate anyone else's tools. That would be rude. And also kind of disgusting.

Instead he decides he'll live with it until he can nip back up to 3 later to get a few things; he intends to stay here with Jet for the most part, so it makes more sense for his toiletries to be where he'll use them.

Towel securely around his waist, Albert sneaks back to Jet's bedroom, locking the door behind him and breathing a small sigh of relief that he hasn't been caught.

Albert had taken a lot longer than Jet had been anticipating, so in a fit of immaturity, Jet had scooted to one edge of the bed, piled the pillows at his back and bunched up the top comforter to act as a wall between himself and the wayward German. Whenever he decided to show up.

Despite his pouting, Jet's usual ability to fall asleep as soon as he's horizontal escaped him. He wanted the warmth and solid weight of his partner next to him and he wasn't going to be able to sleep until he had it.

That didn't stop him from saying something when he heard the tell-tale click across the room,although he couldn't quite keep that childish pout out of his voice. "Geeze, what'd you do? Decide to take another shower? I almost thought you'd decided to sleep on your own floor instead."

Of course, not one word was directed at Albert directly, they were all aimed toward the closet Jet was facing.

"It wasn't all that long, don't be a child." Albert huffs a little at Jet's attitude and the way he's configured the bed, but there's something in it that also brings an upsurge of affection for the blond. He may be in his 80's but he can still be so damn cute somehow.

After pulling his underthings back on, Albert crawls into bed, promptly removing the pillow barrier and sliding his arms around Jet to spoon him, nose buried in the taller man's shoulder and prickly jaw illustrating why Albert had been slow against Jet's neck. "I was trying to find a razor."

Obviously he was unsuccessful.

Jet put his hands over Albert's and smirked. "I see you couldn't. We'll get you one...I don't want to lose layers of skin from that sandpaper on your face."

In spite of his words, he turned in his partner's hold so his palms could find scruffy cheeks as he leaned in to kiss the older man.

Chafed, Albert purposely misses the kiss and rubs his chin against Jet's cheek instead in revenge for his comment. It also makes him feel somewhat better doing something so silly. It feels human and normal and if it makes Jet squirm all the better.

Jet does squirm and tries to tuck his face to escape as a small and rather unmanly sound slips out. Once his cheek was no longer being assaulted he glared at his partner, though part of the effect was lost in the undercurrent of amusement.

"You ass."

"It's not my fault you're ticklish." Now he grants that kiss, though it lands on Jet's nose rather than his lips.

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