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thecapitol2014-03-11 01:55 am
hit_girl_mindy) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-11 01:55 am
Living inside the shell
Who| Mindy, open
What| The victor returns to the Capitol.
Where| Various Places
When| After being patched up
Warnings/Notes| Mindy, so foul language and descriptions of violence.
After the last few weeks, it was a breath of fresh air to be back in the Capitol. It was not something she would have easily admitted to herself, but at least here there was a sense of ease, knowing that she didn't have to be watching her back for death.
Mostly.
It was strange too. She almost felt alien, coming back here with the win. Death had at least made her an equal: now she was an object, to be striven for or hated or stared at or asked questions to. The crowing would come soon enough, she knew that, and what a pain that would be. Words to say,things to plan, and really, all she wanted was to make sure all her friends were all right. certain ones would hare her now, of course, but that was expected. She had, after all, let the games' nature affect her.
She was more than happy to be restored though: all the bleeding and the aching had taken a toll on her, and she was ready for aching she at least only inflicted on herself. There were several ways of going through with this.
1. The Training room. It was always Mindy's "go to" place, and even now there was no reason not to go. She was aware of the stares and the whispers, but she ignored these: after all, she'd come here last time after her defeat, why should her victory be any different? Mindy is hard at work on the treadmill, looking to see if she can increase her speed. There was a lot to think about, and this was the perfect way to NOT have to do that right now. Cut everyone out, hear some mindless music, run like the wind. Easy.
2. Eventually though, there's a place she needed to go: over to District 12, at the top tower to see Sandy. She hated, more than anything, to apologize or even explain herself unnecessarily but in this case it was needed. Sandy wasn't just some girl to her: she was one of the first friends she made, and after what she'd done, she needed to at least talk to her about it. The girl might not listen or care, but Mindy still needed to explain herself. She might run into anyone in District 12 though.
3. In her own tower, she made the unwise choice of attempting to sleep. After that, she thought a mushroom trip might have been more peaceful. Now she just had visions of the worse things in the Arena: beheading, throat slitting, bombs going off, and all of the dead looking at her as if she were the cause. It was pretty gory, and Mindy had awoken wide eyed and breathing hard. So anyone in the Tribute tower, especially in her District, can see the girl sitting in the room now, oversized shirt on, watching a replay of the games, almost glassy eyed.
What| The victor returns to the Capitol.
Where| Various Places
When| After being patched up
Warnings/Notes| Mindy, so foul language and descriptions of violence.
After the last few weeks, it was a breath of fresh air to be back in the Capitol. It was not something she would have easily admitted to herself, but at least here there was a sense of ease, knowing that she didn't have to be watching her back for death.
Mostly.
It was strange too. She almost felt alien, coming back here with the win. Death had at least made her an equal: now she was an object, to be striven for or hated or stared at or asked questions to. The crowing would come soon enough, she knew that, and what a pain that would be. Words to say,things to plan, and really, all she wanted was to make sure all her friends were all right. certain ones would hare her now, of course, but that was expected. She had, after all, let the games' nature affect her.
She was more than happy to be restored though: all the bleeding and the aching had taken a toll on her, and she was ready for aching she at least only inflicted on herself. There were several ways of going through with this.
1. The Training room. It was always Mindy's "go to" place, and even now there was no reason not to go. She was aware of the stares and the whispers, but she ignored these: after all, she'd come here last time after her defeat, why should her victory be any different? Mindy is hard at work on the treadmill, looking to see if she can increase her speed. There was a lot to think about, and this was the perfect way to NOT have to do that right now. Cut everyone out, hear some mindless music, run like the wind. Easy.
2. Eventually though, there's a place she needed to go: over to District 12, at the top tower to see Sandy. She hated, more than anything, to apologize or even explain herself unnecessarily but in this case it was needed. Sandy wasn't just some girl to her: she was one of the first friends she made, and after what she'd done, she needed to at least talk to her about it. The girl might not listen or care, but Mindy still needed to explain herself. She might run into anyone in District 12 though.
3. In her own tower, she made the unwise choice of attempting to sleep. After that, she thought a mushroom trip might have been more peaceful. Now she just had visions of the worse things in the Arena: beheading, throat slitting, bombs going off, and all of the dead looking at her as if she were the cause. It was pretty gory, and Mindy had awoken wide eyed and breathing hard. So anyone in the Tribute tower, especially in her District, can see the girl sitting in the room now, oversized shirt on, watching a replay of the games, almost glassy eyed.
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Beyond the thrill of things like movies just existing he was thoroughly enjoying the many nuances that could be found in their existence. Like aside from the movies that seemed just genuinely good (of which there weren't many) some were so bad they were good.
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"Ok, if it wasn't intentional, can you fucking imagine what an actual review sounds like? Would this shit have fans, gushing about how the two actors kissed almost close enough to their lips they almost exchanged saliva?"
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He honestly didn't know there was such thing as a job criticizing movies. He'd just been exposed to the idea of movies existing at all.
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And for someone like Guy, she realized how weird that must sound.
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A pause.
"Is this one of those job things? People get paid money for it?"
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She chuckled. "Yeah, actually. It can be a pretty lucrative business. There's always shit to criticize, and you gain clout with it too."
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Even stranger, though...
"Movie stories cost money?"
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A pause.
"Well, people other than the ones here."
He didn't really think Capitol people would have much imagination, if this movie was any indication.
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He'd used it to get to know Signless and Venus, and had done his joke post but it didn't seem to be something people did in general.
"Some seemed interested in it. Apparently his people do something called a story walk that uses what you're walking past to help with telling the story."
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One story in particular did not end happy, though whens he would ever tell that one was anyone's guess.
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Not that there wasn't a perfectly good reason for that, of course.
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He moved his hands as if to show cramming the stories together.
"With stories, you can just kind of smoosh them together in a big...blob of story."
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"I could. Maybe. I never really tried. No reason to before. I wasn't the type that had sleepovers or anything, you know?"
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It was the process and the fact it was a social thing that made it so entertaining.
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There was something pure about Guy that Mindy couldn't help but be drawn to: he was a good guy, and simple in the way that he had a more direct way of living minus the things she was accustomed to. it wasn't bad, just different.