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thecapitol2014-04-14 01:46 am
gamemakers) wrote in thecapitol2014-04-14 01:46 am
Entry tags:
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ courfeyrac,
- ✘ felicity worthington,
- ✘ guy crood,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ jessica wakefield,
- ✘ joel,
- ✘ kankri vantas,
- ✘ lyle norg,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ nasir,
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ stephen reagan,
- ✘ topher brink
Thicker Than Blood Start
For Tributes with keen eyes, they'll notice that Peacekeeper presence seems increased and yet infinitely more ineffective in the last few weeks. Peacekeepers seem harried, as do the Stylists, and most of the Escorts titter and plot without alerting the Tributes as to what, exactly, is so exciting. They simply say that this weekend they'll know.
And so it happens that on the weekend in question, the Tributes are woken by their Escorts early and brought to a restaurant for a hearty breakfast. The restaurant is nothing spectacular, although they seem to be trying to make an impression on the television cameras that float around. The sleepy, cranky meal goes by and then the Tributes are led back to their Suites for a mandatory meeting.
Sitting on couches and the floor, in chairs and on windowsills, standing off to the side - people from the Tributes' homes are waiting to greet them in each District Suite. Some are confused, some accepting, some frightened and some elated to see their beloved. Either way, it should be an eventful reunion.
And so it happens that on the weekend in question, the Tributes are woken by their Escorts early and brought to a restaurant for a hearty breakfast. The restaurant is nothing spectacular, although they seem to be trying to make an impression on the television cameras that float around. The sleepy, cranky meal goes by and then the Tributes are led back to their Suites for a mandatory meeting.
Sitting on couches and the floor, in chairs and on windowsills, standing off to the side - people from the Tributes' homes are waiting to greet them in each District Suite. Some are confused, some accepting, some frightened and some elated to see their beloved. Either way, it should be an eventful reunion.
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But she was gentle and concerned, at least she appeared that way, but he didn't know her. At least he was pretty sure, she seemed to know him which was both suspicious and confusing, he just couldn't decide which feeling was stronger.
But at least she seemed nice instead of impatient like the others.
He pulled his hand away from his mouth and stilled his fidgeting a little, his eyes moving to meet hers. "What's going on? They're lying to me, are you going to as well? They keep saying I'm dreaming but I'm not. I know I'm not." There was conviction in his voice, even though he was keeping his volume low--as though afraid they'd be listened in on. They probably were.
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It was always a coin toss, even in the best of circumstances back home, when he came to one of the shelters she was volunteering with. Of course this place would confuse him. Especially since, if Joan were to guess, he's off his meds. And it didn't seem likely that they'd give him meds here.
And they're confusing him more by lying to him. How dare they.
"You're right, it's not a dream. You're also right that the people who brought you here can't be trusted. But I promise you, I will never lie to you."