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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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Believing in the impossible is something she's not capable of. First off, it requires suspending belief in order to plan for miracles and well, you can't exactly do that. No one can make an accurate plan to accommodate a miracle as the very definition of one prohibits that.
No, planning for the impossible is impossible on its own for Natasha.
"Is there no one among us who would have an explanation for that?"
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Maybe it's just be luck more than anything else.
"Home had working cameras at least." Whoever said she didn't have a sense of humor could piss off.
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"You want breakfast? My kid should be here soon, but there's plenty."
He's almost done, he might as well offer.
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Natasha's never been the one to underestimate the power of children. They can be killers just as well as anyone else, but more importantly there's just something foreign to her that lays dormant within parents. An instinct to protect their young.
Something distant stirs within her and for a moment, her eyes betray her. A brief glimpse of sympathy and nothing more.
"May as well if you're offering. Thanks, by the way."
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"I'm Joel," he finally adds.
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Taking the plate, she stares down at the food as if it'll give her more insight to the man and his background. Home fries, southern? He seems to fit the part well enough, but that does her little good here. He did say his world didn't have any form of technology so trying to play smart is only going to earn her more of a headache.
"They provide this for us?"
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Very little of his history, or that of his world, is happy.
"Here in the city, we're celebrities. We get whatever we want. Long as we don't rock the boat too much, anyway. You step outside, folks'll mob you, lookin' for autographs, pictures, interviews. Like I said - nothin' we do here is private."
Joel hardly looks the part of celebrity, that's for sure - jeans and a button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up for cooking to reveal his burly workers' arms, big broad, calloused hands, the weary lines on his face. It all speaks to a hard life, totally different from the cushy surroundings.
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He definitely doesn't fit the part. The woman he speaks to looks pampered enough with her body covered in form-fitting attire to accentuate the curves she has, but underneath that are barely visible scars and underneath that are the kind of scars that can never heal over time.
Natasha looks like the kind of person who doesn't belong and she intends to keep it that way for as long as she can.
"And how do you play the part of celebrity, Joel?"
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At least she remembers the South enough to dip her head in reverence, as if taking a quick prayer to bless the food before she digs in.
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Shaking her head. "Terrible, absolutely terrible. She's on her way over, isn't she?"
Recalling that, she shovels another mouthful in and once swallowed, "Mind if I take this to go? I don't think I can stomach knowing a poor child will have to go in."
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It means exactly zero to him.
"Do whatever you like," he mutters, waving her off. He could really care less if she sticks around - food is food, it's not a promise of friendship or sharing or caring or anything like that.