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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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She let her arm drop with the staff she'd been working with, and gave him wide smile, knowing that around here that was already becoming part of the friend making code.
"Hey, what can I do for you."
Setting the staff up, she leaned her weight against it, still grinning.
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The training room. Hawkeye didn't assume just because she was built, but if the staff and relaxed posture was anything-- or maybe she just loved to slaughter guys in her spare time.
"I don't know all the stations in this dungeon. The problem with that is that I don't know which ones are a more popular choice among the rest of the Tributes to train in." He says, words coming a little more rushed but even throughout. And Hawkeye thought about leaving his introduction there, but decided his second half wouldn't hurt. "And knowing would help me tons." Not that he was ready to have his meaning understood in the first attempt. For some reason, the title 'doctor' here didn't quite hold the old oomph. "I was wondering if you could tell me a little about what you've seen so far, or about what you were practicing yourself."
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Glancing around the room, she nodded, taking in everything he was saying.
"So I take it you're a lover, not a fighter, doc?" She arched a brow at him, still holding herself up with the staff as they watched the other mill around the room.
"I haven't been in...uhh, Panem long." She said Panem like a dirty word, drawling it out. "But I know my way around the block. I can help."
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He won't even wait to be turned down, but a small breath still escapes him. It was like his substitute for a shrug. "I've been in the Capitol for months now. Not all at once. I mean, there's been the fun little Arenas and they even took us to our Districts before." He didn't want to make a sharp turn towards Grim right then, but-- months? Had it been, really? Everything bad blurred together into an indecipherable timeline. When it ends, Hawkeye figured, everything would blur further until the memories wouldn't even be that. Hawkeye looks at the staff now, and even directs his words towards it. "And I've never once stepped foot in this center until now. I never saw a reason for it."
Now's when he could go on and on and never stop rambling about how disappointed, disillusioned, and disheartened he was. Eyes back on De, he's even toned throughout. "Then I saw some kids get really hurt and now I need to know what everyone's capable of. Beginning with you and what you can do with that big stick."
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She laughs, feeling comfortable already with this man. There's something about him that puts her at ease. The mix of humor and haunted. Obviously not a hunter, not coming into this with such a small amount of experience, but it's familiar in that same sorta way.
"Well, there's a lot of players. I dunno if we can go through what everyone is capable of in one afternoon, but I can show what I can do with my big stick," There's a snicker in her voice that doesn't quite make it to the surface. "And get your some survival skills. Past the medic type."
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So she can show what voodoo she can do, Hawkeye figures he's got to be out of the way.
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She isn't sure what to say about the films. She's watched all that she can get her hands on, up to the ones where people died for real. Those she can't deal with.
"The videos are useful, but more if you're in it to win it." She starts walking, back towards the areas with the survivalist displays. "If you're going on the offensive over the defensive."
She paused before a display with a large tree, set up to practice rope tying, climbing, and fire making.
"How about up in the tree? Walk on the wild side?"
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If ever he won, it'd be through being offensively defensive.
Hawkeye couldn't even imagine it happening, and he's not going to say it felt great to know another beating was always only around a corner. If ever he won, it'd be because everyone else would simply grow a brain and just stop. He had fallen behind and now looked up at the suggestion. Hawkeye pointed at the tree, at himself, at her- "You want me to climb this?" He could, you know. It'd just take some effort. Showing off his physique or lack of wasn't what he signed up for, though. "How about you climb and I'll take the stick? I have many years' experience with whacking it, I'm sure I'll figure something out." He pauses. "Or I can not, and knot instead. I know everything in the Boy Scouts handbook."