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thecapitol2014-05-10 10:48 pm
assassinat) wrote in thecapitol2014-05-10 10:48 pm
seemed easier than just waiting around to die; (OPEN)
Who| Nat and YOU!
What| Another newcomer and the fronts she puts on
Where| District 8 floor, shopping area, wherever else
When| With the rest of the newbies
Warnings/Notes| #comics (N/A)
Whoever her abductors were, they were good enough to capture the Black Widow without it being a part of her plan and therefore in doing so have earned themselves her temporary cooperation. It isn't that she wants to rebel (because she does), but there were more important matters to tend to other than pointlessly question those who will deny her significant answers. That and she's had decades of experience when it came to asking questions: these goons aren't going to tell her what she needs to know.
The next best thing is to experience it herself. The first chance she gets to peel away from the other tributes and those watching her, Natasha takes it and explores to her heart's content. If there's something or someone out there she needs to find, she'll be sure to do it before entering a death arena.
➊ (DISTRICT 8 FLOOR)
Natasha's time here is minimal. Just enough to memorize faces, to pick apart those who might seem familiar and those who aren't, and to identify who may be trouble later on. There's no hint to what her skill set may be when she's around others, choosing instead to feign ignorance and charm others with a smile that shows her discomfort. The role she plays today is that of a scared woman, who has just been ripped from an everyday life to participate in a bloodbath. A woman who is petrified of death, but attempts to face it with a brave face.
It's a flimsy mask and Natasha already fears something may slip through the cracks. Her thoughts are elsewhere, but she remains focused on her role until she leaves the Training Center building.
➋ (SHOPPING)
It isn't so out of character for a woman to take up retail therapy when something devastating happens to her, so Natasha lingers in this area for a good amount of time. There's a lot to take in, but more importantly the people are vocal with their conversations so there's plenty of information to be found. This is what she thrives on, the good honest speculation is more reliable than any book she can request at the Training Center.
There's also no harm in looking at what's for sale either. What better way to understand the culture than to look over the absurd things they value?
➌ (OPEN)
OOC | Have an idea or already coordinated something with me? Feel free to hit me up with anything.
What| Another newcomer and the fronts she puts on
Where| District 8 floor, shopping area, wherever else
When| With the rest of the newbies
Warnings/Notes| #comics (N/A)
Whoever her abductors were, they were good enough to capture the Black Widow without it being a part of her plan and therefore in doing so have earned themselves her temporary cooperation. It isn't that she wants to rebel (because she does), but there were more important matters to tend to other than pointlessly question those who will deny her significant answers. That and she's had decades of experience when it came to asking questions: these goons aren't going to tell her what she needs to know.
The next best thing is to experience it herself. The first chance she gets to peel away from the other tributes and those watching her, Natasha takes it and explores to her heart's content. If there's something or someone out there she needs to find, she'll be sure to do it before entering a death arena.
➊ (DISTRICT 8 FLOOR)
Natasha's time here is minimal. Just enough to memorize faces, to pick apart those who might seem familiar and those who aren't, and to identify who may be trouble later on. There's no hint to what her skill set may be when she's around others, choosing instead to feign ignorance and charm others with a smile that shows her discomfort. The role she plays today is that of a scared woman, who has just been ripped from an everyday life to participate in a bloodbath. A woman who is petrified of death, but attempts to face it with a brave face.
It's a flimsy mask and Natasha already fears something may slip through the cracks. Her thoughts are elsewhere, but she remains focused on her role until she leaves the Training Center building.
➋ (SHOPPING)
It isn't so out of character for a woman to take up retail therapy when something devastating happens to her, so Natasha lingers in this area for a good amount of time. There's a lot to take in, but more importantly the people are vocal with their conversations so there's plenty of information to be found. This is what she thrives on, the good honest speculation is more reliable than any book she can request at the Training Center.
There's also no harm in looking at what's for sale either. What better way to understand the culture than to look over the absurd things they value?
➌ (OPEN)
OOC | Have an idea or already coordinated something with me? Feel free to hit me up with anything.
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He looks back at Natasha with an arched brow. "Death here really isn't as final as in most worlds."
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The way he speaks about it rubs her the wrong way, but she doesn't let it show. He has answers, answers that she desperately needs to tell her companions here.
"Explain." Her voice is chilly and serious, the topic of some importance to her. "If there's something they're not telling the new tributes..."
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"It would be rather inconvenient to restock for every arena," he quips. It's a nice way of distancing himself from a trauma he's yet to experience more than once. "So they don't. The victor gets his--or her--spoils, and the rest are regenerated through some means that no one's been able to crack. Stick around long enough, and you'll find old veterans, with four or five arenas under their belts. Perhaps more."
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Now that makes less sense to her, but maybe some people just are stuck with bad luck. Unfortunate, but that's just the way it is.
Revival though? For a moment she wonders if this is some kind of sick joke with Life-Model Decoys and transplanting their memories from body to body? It's possible, the technology exists in her world easily enough but at a cost.
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He hasn't yet killed someone in the arena, after all. He finds the entire business distasteful, if impermanent. But then he says, offhand, "You're a rather interesting person, aren't you?"
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Humans can be broken down just as easily as anything else. There are wicked men in the world (worlds now, she supposes) who are capable of doing that: turning good, honest men into mindless assassins.
Natasha watches him curiously, but does only just that.
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"Or, rather, the Cat wouldn't have brought you here. It's all about entertainment; had you gathered that, yet?"
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Not too far from the truth. Many of her companions complain about that part of her. Charm is only wasted on those who need it like the ego-filled Stark who can't stand being spoken to in any other way.
"Efficiency isn't ideal for sport either."
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"I suppose it's possible they made a mistake. But they do pride themselves on the appearance of omniscience. You wouldn't want to be the one to crack that facade." There's a subtle warning in his words, one he trusts she'll pick up on.
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Not yet at least.
"So they're all knowing. What all do they know specifically when it comes to their Tributes?"