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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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You forgot who your real enemies were.
"Well, I'm sure you know best," Shepard did not think Natasha knew best, and everything but the actual definitions of the words made that clear, "But I guess we'll just see where you fall on that particular spectrum."
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Most people would take this as a chance to boast, to give up everything they have known and make themselves stand out as a threat. Natasha however already has a target on her back and the person who will be watching that part of her will have his hands full.
If he doesn't end up with the urge to stab her in the back. Who knows what they will do to him here?
"As for knowing best, not particularly. I am new after all."
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Nobody scores that high without being both dangerous and smart. Nobody scores that high without being a threat— to the Tributes in the arena, yes, but more importantly to the Capitol.
And that made Natasha an ally, whatever else was true.
"But I don't know, maybe you're just...so damn emotional," catch that sarcasm? It's pretty thick, "I bet you cry at kid's movies when the dog dies."
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If she was being sarcastic in return, it might be difficult to pick up. Natasha's great at keeping her expression neutral and now is no exception. There's a hefty assumption being made about her intelligence, but she can't deny it.
She is smart enough to figure it out.
It doesn't make any sense to her which means there's an element she's overlooking somewhere. That's problematic more than anything. Lacking information to draw all the connections leaves her feeling vague frustration, but mostly a void that can't be filled anytime soon.
"Are the new Tributes emotional? Should be--it's their first."
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"Alcoholism's a popular route. Just don't get too ambitious about it— have you met an Avox yet? The, uh..." She trailed off for a moment, and her typing petered out, then resumed, "... The mutes?"
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The earlier conversation is dismissed for now. There's no need to regale themselves with sob stories of how people fail to comprehend their actions and how remorse deteriorates what will they have only to leave them an empty shell of their former selves. Too many people fall victim to their guilt, no point in going on about that.
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Shepard stood, the carafé hanging off one hand, and picked up the hot-pad by its base— it was already cool to the touch. A cold glace, a derisive snort, it was all such a lot of bullshit. She pressed the tablet into Natasha's chest as she went by.
"Here, look up some of the old arena footage. You might learn something," An intimidation not meant for the one it aimed at, "Watch your back, twelve."
And then she turned and jogged off toward the tribute center without looking back. Unsaved, but typed out on the screen in Natasha's hands was an account of the Rebellion and District Thirteen, with a remonstration not to save this to disc if she wanted to avoid any further suspicion. Welcome to Panem, indeed.