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thecapitol2014-03-11 05:33 pm
not_cocked) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-11 05:33 pm
In the name of love.
Who| De and OPEN
What| Arriving back in the Capitol
Where| Several locations, see below.
When| After arriving back after the games.
Warnings/Notes| Feel free to hit any of the tags below, or let me know if you wanna work out a different scenario o/
TRAINING ROOM|
She trained every morning, and some afternoons, if there wasn't something else to do. It felt good to move, to train, to feel like she was doing something. It was a familiar thing, even in this snazzy gym like place, with it's 3-d holograms and machines she hadn't even figured out yet. At the end of the day, a weight was still a weight, you still ran on a gym track, and even if your target was 3-d, you still shot it just the same.
There didn't seem to be much new to pick up, but there were certainly skills she could use brushing up on, since guns seemed to be far and wide here. When she wasn't working on getting her strength and stamina up, she practiced with the new and varied weapons available to them. Or watching others work with them, absorbing her "competition". The living skills area she hadn't explored thoroughly yet, but she'd get there.
It also gave her lots of time to think, to sort through things. Not that spending lots of time turning all of this bullshit over in her head seemed to help. But when jogging the track, she found her mind the most clear. It was also when she was paying the least attention to her surroundings, which had almost lead to a few disasters.
SPEAKEASY BAR|
Exploring the bars, this had been the one that she felt would be the best bet to actually enjoy. She had picked up that she'd likely be spending time in all of them, so she was hoping to explore on her own, before she ended up out of her league against her better judgement.
It wasn't the kind of dive she usually spent time in, but compared to the other's she had seen, she had a feeling it was the best she was going to get. It reminded her of rich people pretending to slum, and not even getting close. But it was dim, and comfortable, and really, having extra plush bar stools wasn't the worst thing to deal with.
"Whiskey, please." She asked, and her eyes widened when when the drink was set before her, her lips quirking up. She didn't know the brand, obviously, but this was going to be a damn good drink.
There were maybe some perks to all this.
PIER 12 CARNIVAL AND ARCADE|
Carnivals had always been a strange sort of treat back home. They were all a little run down, but a comfortable sort of run down, and they could spend the day there on a handful of cash. And knowing she was surrounded by people who also lived life going from place to place, who's home moved with them, had always given De a strange sort of longing to be around them.
She and Sammy had discussed more than once as children running away to join the carnival. Clearly they had never gone through with it, but it was one of those fantasies they'd always talked about in the dark of the hotel room.
This carnival was pretty much nothing like that, but De was still enjoying the hell out of it. The futuristic rides, the arcade games that put all her old sci-fi shows to shame...she felt like a kid again. The fact everyone treated her just a little bit special wasn't helping the feeling, and she was enjoying herself greatly, one arm full of the best cotton candy she had ever seen, the other checking the balance on the little token device they used to keep track of how much she spent.
Not that she had to worry much about that here. And it was nice to spend the day forgetting what a shit hole this place was.
D1 COMMON ROOM|
She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.
Sprawled out in the couch, she was dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a tank top she managed to scrounge up, flicking idly over the screen of one of the tablets in the District suites. She should be watching old videos, researching this place, trying to figure thing out.
Instead she'd found herself accessing some list of funny animal videos.
Her brain was officially fried.
Which didn't make this kitten falling over any less amusing, and she had to press her fist to her mouth to stop from snorting too loudly.
What| Arriving back in the Capitol
Where| Several locations, see below.
When| After arriving back after the games.
Warnings/Notes| Feel free to hit any of the tags below, or let me know if you wanna work out a different scenario o/
TRAINING ROOM|
She trained every morning, and some afternoons, if there wasn't something else to do. It felt good to move, to train, to feel like she was doing something. It was a familiar thing, even in this snazzy gym like place, with it's 3-d holograms and machines she hadn't even figured out yet. At the end of the day, a weight was still a weight, you still ran on a gym track, and even if your target was 3-d, you still shot it just the same.
There didn't seem to be much new to pick up, but there were certainly skills she could use brushing up on, since guns seemed to be far and wide here. When she wasn't working on getting her strength and stamina up, she practiced with the new and varied weapons available to them. Or watching others work with them, absorbing her "competition". The living skills area she hadn't explored thoroughly yet, but she'd get there.
It also gave her lots of time to think, to sort through things. Not that spending lots of time turning all of this bullshit over in her head seemed to help. But when jogging the track, she found her mind the most clear. It was also when she was paying the least attention to her surroundings, which had almost lead to a few disasters.
SPEAKEASY BAR|
Exploring the bars, this had been the one that she felt would be the best bet to actually enjoy. She had picked up that she'd likely be spending time in all of them, so she was hoping to explore on her own, before she ended up out of her league against her better judgement.
It wasn't the kind of dive she usually spent time in, but compared to the other's she had seen, she had a feeling it was the best she was going to get. It reminded her of rich people pretending to slum, and not even getting close. But it was dim, and comfortable, and really, having extra plush bar stools wasn't the worst thing to deal with.
"Whiskey, please." She asked, and her eyes widened when when the drink was set before her, her lips quirking up. She didn't know the brand, obviously, but this was going to be a damn good drink.
There were maybe some perks to all this.
PIER 12 CARNIVAL AND ARCADE|
Carnivals had always been a strange sort of treat back home. They were all a little run down, but a comfortable sort of run down, and they could spend the day there on a handful of cash. And knowing she was surrounded by people who also lived life going from place to place, who's home moved with them, had always given De a strange sort of longing to be around them.
She and Sammy had discussed more than once as children running away to join the carnival. Clearly they had never gone through with it, but it was one of those fantasies they'd always talked about in the dark of the hotel room.
This carnival was pretty much nothing like that, but De was still enjoying the hell out of it. The futuristic rides, the arcade games that put all her old sci-fi shows to shame...she felt like a kid again. The fact everyone treated her just a little bit special wasn't helping the feeling, and she was enjoying herself greatly, one arm full of the best cotton candy she had ever seen, the other checking the balance on the little token device they used to keep track of how much she spent.
Not that she had to worry much about that here. And it was nice to spend the day forgetting what a shit hole this place was.
D1 COMMON ROOM|
She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.
Sprawled out in the couch, she was dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a tank top she managed to scrounge up, flicking idly over the screen of one of the tablets in the District suites. She should be watching old videos, researching this place, trying to figure thing out.
Instead she'd found herself accessing some list of funny animal videos.
Her brain was officially fried.
Which didn't make this kitten falling over any less amusing, and she had to press her fist to her mouth to stop from snorting too loudly.
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"Oh!" His eyes widened in horror when he realized where the spill landed, and he patted at his pockets in search for napkins, which, of course, he did not have. Of course.
But when he raised his worried eyes to her, he realized that she didn't seem all that bothered. So risking the tiniest hint of an embarrassed smile in return, he rubbed one hand against the back of his neck and said, "Um. Hello. I-I apologize for ruining your boots..."
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Then again, she wasn't sure she wanted the kind of boots that Victory would provide.
Either way, it wasn't something she was too concerned about.
"Enjoying the boardwalk?" She had figured out this clique of people wasn't from her time, though she hadn't really pinpointed when. Sammy probably would have nailed it, but Sammy wasn't here, nor was the internet, and thus far De had only been able to pin point "Old" and "Probably french."
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He nodded, his eyes wandering across the carnival. "Yes. It is a little different from the carnivals I have heard of, back in Paris, but people here seem..." He paused for a moment before deciding on the description, "happy."
Some happier than others, he supposed. Especially when they had all the privileges of Capitol citizenship and will never suffer through an arena.
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10 points to Winchester.
"It's a break from the city, that's for damn sure." She followed his gaze, letting her voice drop when she was fairly certain they wouldn't get overheard easily. "You can almost pretend they're real people."
Not exactly a sound bite she wanted getting out. But looking around, it was easy to pretend people here were...normal.