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thecapitol2014-03-04 10:57 pm
gunshiptotheface) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-04 10:57 pm
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One bird sitting on a wire [Open]
Who: Garrus and open!
What: Being a very sulky turian and drinking.
Where: Tribute tower roof
When: Two weeks after his arena death.
Warnings: Drinking, possible warnings for thoughts on murder/ betrayal.
The wind was welcoming up on the top of the Training center, cool and clean as it whirled around Garrus and off over the city. It felt better than being trapped in the confines of his room, his mind turning over too many things from the past arena to make himself comfortable. Hearing the chatter of other Tributes put him on edge, the words of ‘monster’ and ‘murderer’ coming back to him too sharply. He was military trained, knew what it was to make a hard call and to lose everything, but this was something unreal. Knowing now the horrible call he had made in killing that girl only drove the point home that perhaps he was the monster that people seemed to believe he truly was.
It also made him think about his old team, Sidonis, had he made the right call with that? Had killing Sidonis been the right thing to do for betraying his entire team, leading to all of their deaths and nearly Garrus’ as well? It was too much to think about, especially when his mind brought up the thought of Tali. What would she say to him now knowing what he had done, all to win some stupid arena for the sadistic entertainment of others? The thought had him taking another long drink from the bottle in his hand, finishing it off before he reached into the cooler he had brought with him.
It was easier to attempt to relax with the bottle in his hand, but he knew it would still be a gamble as to if he’d actually find the peace he wanted up on the public rooftop. But for now, he was content to be left to his own thoughts and bottle of beer.
What: Being a very sulky turian and drinking.
Where: Tribute tower roof
When: Two weeks after his arena death.
Warnings: Drinking, possible warnings for thoughts on murder/ betrayal.
The wind was welcoming up on the top of the Training center, cool and clean as it whirled around Garrus and off over the city. It felt better than being trapped in the confines of his room, his mind turning over too many things from the past arena to make himself comfortable. Hearing the chatter of other Tributes put him on edge, the words of ‘monster’ and ‘murderer’ coming back to him too sharply. He was military trained, knew what it was to make a hard call and to lose everything, but this was something unreal. Knowing now the horrible call he had made in killing that girl only drove the point home that perhaps he was the monster that people seemed to believe he truly was.
It also made him think about his old team, Sidonis, had he made the right call with that? Had killing Sidonis been the right thing to do for betraying his entire team, leading to all of their deaths and nearly Garrus’ as well? It was too much to think about, especially when his mind brought up the thought of Tali. What would she say to him now knowing what he had done, all to win some stupid arena for the sadistic entertainment of others? The thought had him taking another long drink from the bottle in his hand, finishing it off before he reached into the cooler he had brought with him.
It was easier to attempt to relax with the bottle in his hand, but he knew it would still be a gamble as to if he’d actually find the peace he wanted up on the public rooftop. But for now, he was content to be left to his own thoughts and bottle of beer.
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"Probably makes for better drama," he sneered finally, contemptuously. Not of the people coming from those worlds - but of the people bringing them to this one.
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"Yes, drama, and intrigue."
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