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thecapitol2014-05-11 07:04 pm
asmilinggod) wrote in thecapitol2014-05-11 07:04 pm
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Now I remember the joy and the meaning of the fate....
WHO| Kevin and YOU!
WHAT| Visitors have been removed, Kevin is really lost, and he's been TOLD alcohol helps with this....
WHEN| The evening after the arrest.
WHERE| A bar, where else?
WARNINGS| Everything that comes with Kevin. The chip in his neck is reprogramming him as he sits there, so he's going to be pretty weird. Also very drunk. Watch this space for updates.
Y'know, it was probably the serenity that stood out the most.
When his mother was taken, it was sudden. That wasn't as jarring as it could have been, all told. What WAS jarring was that serenity as she was taken...that grace, even as she was being handcuffed and led away from him after all these years.
It reminded him, unbidden, of another time he had forgotten. The feeling of restraints around his wrists, his throat raw from screaming out, his feet sore from being dragged across hot sand with no shoes - he couldn't hear his mother then, except perhaps a soft goodbye. She was serene then, too.
He didn't know if they were good memories or not.
Now he was doing something he had heard helped with this kind of thing...drinking. A lot. He was sitting at the bar, an array of empty glasses sitting in front of him, swaying on his stool. The sharp-eyed would notice a burn forming at the back of his neck, just under his hairline - from the inside.
He couldn't feel it anymore.
WHAT| Visitors have been removed, Kevin is really lost, and he's been TOLD alcohol helps with this....
WHEN| The evening after the arrest.
WHERE| A bar, where else?
WARNINGS| Everything that comes with Kevin. The chip in his neck is reprogramming him as he sits there, so he's going to be pretty weird. Also very drunk. Watch this space for updates.
Y'know, it was probably the serenity that stood out the most.
When his mother was taken, it was sudden. That wasn't as jarring as it could have been, all told. What WAS jarring was that serenity as she was taken...that grace, even as she was being handcuffed and led away from him after all these years.
It reminded him, unbidden, of another time he had forgotten. The feeling of restraints around his wrists, his throat raw from screaming out, his feet sore from being dragged across hot sand with no shoes - he couldn't hear his mother then, except perhaps a soft goodbye. She was serene then, too.
He didn't know if they were good memories or not.
Now he was doing something he had heard helped with this kind of thing...drinking. A lot. He was sitting at the bar, an array of empty glasses sitting in front of him, swaying on his stool. The sharp-eyed would notice a burn forming at the back of his neck, just under his hairline - from the inside.
He couldn't feel it anymore.
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As a Capitol citizen, he enjoyed a certain amount of privileges when it came to Tributes. One of those was that if a Tribute attacked him, that Tribute would be punished harshly. Stephen thought of Penny, and of what had happened to Guy, and his lips press into a thin line.
No, it was better to keep the Peacekeepers away from here. If they saw the mark on Stephen's wrist, they might conclude that Kevin had put it there, and that was a situation Stephen didn't want.
So, he stood, unsure if Kevin should be left alone, but certain that Kevin would be better off without him, and cancelled his call for Peacekeepers.
"Right," he said. "I can see that. Just -- try to stay out of trouble, all right? I'll see you back at the Tribute center."
On his way out, Stephen would pull the bartender aside, slip him a hundred assi, and ask him to make sure Kevin was taken care of.
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And then he was left again to his reverie...fighting against the jolts and the burning and the feelings that the alcohol could not silence.
If you see something, say nothing.
And drink to forget.