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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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There was a note of awe. Finally, a celebrity De actually cared about. She grinned wide, looking much closer to the excited kid before her than she did moments ago.
Though, Michelangelo was her favorite. But really. Any ninja turtle would do.
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Especially if it was against their alignment. Poor Don.
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"That's rough man."
There was a thought her, nagging at the edge of her mind. Rooting for a favorite character. He was a character.
She didn't think she wanted her brain to follow that path.
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That was how the French guy won, right? Mr. "I have ideals" or whatever.
"But you plan to win, right?"
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She wasn't actually entirely sure that was the plan. Not if winning meant killing innocent people. But for now, she wanted it to be recorded that that was her plan. Let the rest come out in the wash.
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She could see the woman wasn't ready to kill, of course. Being fast and smart could still win you the day, of course.
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"So keep my head down and my ass clear?"
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It was, after all, how she first met Venus.
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"Yeah, I am not letting the cornucopia go. I only made it through last time because of shit I grabbed there."
And it was bad enough, even with that shit. She certainly wasn't going to be missing out on that any time soon.
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That had been, of course, Mindy's fallback plan. Lose the Arena, but stand out enough that no one could ignore her presence.
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She chuckled, but it was not a very amused laugh. Pandering to the crowds, in the way they needed to here, while De was good enough at it, made her soul die a little in a way she hadn't expected. It was some how worse than tricking grieving mothers into thinking they were the FBI.
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you saw nothing.
She scowled as her mind drifted over it. It made her feel cheap and easy. In a way De did not approve of.
Then again, she didn't know if her pride was worth getting herself and others killed. Though since they popped right back up like daisies, maybe it was worth it.
NOOOPe!
There were those who wanted to buy your "services" after they met you, after all.
"Be vigilant? Sorry, kinda bad at giving half ass advice."
Re: NOOOPe!
"Sounds as good as any advice." She stuck out her hand to the younger girl, smile wide.
"Thanks. Seriously."