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thecapitol2014-05-13 11:31 pm
acroodawakening) wrote in thecapitol2014-05-13 11:31 pm
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this place is a narrative mess
Who| Closed to Guy and his close CR
What| Guy is brought back to the Tribute Center
Where| District 6 and Guy's room
When| The night of the expose when he's returned and the next morning after.
Warnings/Notes| CW: Possible mention of bidding, mental trauma/dissociation, the usual for someone's that dealt with Penny
When the Peacekeepers brought him back, Guy was silent, floating along like a ghost next to them. His face was still blotchy from the crying and his eyes were red-rimmed but there was no emotion on his face. He'd shut down. Sometimes it was okay to take time to be sad and sometimes you got so sad you had to not think but it had never been like this.
He had always been someone that dealt with his feelings as they came and only shoved them aside for later if he was facing something life or death. Then when it was over, he dealt with them, felt them, and moved on.
This had finally pushed him beyond that. He'd felt so much - so much fear and despair and misery - that something had collapsed in itself and now there was just a dull buzzing behind his ears.
The world no longer made sense and the worst part of it was that the things that did make sense, like his story, like the life he'd shaped for himself, had been taken away from him. His story had been twisted into something else and now it didn't belong to him anymore.
Now it would be what they wanted it to be and he would be the thing they wanted him to be and there was nothing he could do about it, except hope that he got boring enough they cut the thread that tied him to this new life and let him drift away. Now his life would be just like the emptiness inside a shell instead of the patterns on the outside or the sounds it could make.
What| Guy is brought back to the Tribute Center
Where| District 6 and Guy's room
When| The night of the expose when he's returned and the next morning after.
Warnings/Notes| CW: Possible mention of bidding, mental trauma/dissociation, the usual for someone's that dealt with Penny
When the Peacekeepers brought him back, Guy was silent, floating along like a ghost next to them. His face was still blotchy from the crying and his eyes were red-rimmed but there was no emotion on his face. He'd shut down. Sometimes it was okay to take time to be sad and sometimes you got so sad you had to not think but it had never been like this.
He had always been someone that dealt with his feelings as they came and only shoved them aside for later if he was facing something life or death. Then when it was over, he dealt with them, felt them, and moved on.
This had finally pushed him beyond that. He'd felt so much - so much fear and despair and misery - that something had collapsed in itself and now there was just a dull buzzing behind his ears.
The world no longer made sense and the worst part of it was that the things that did make sense, like his story, like the life he'd shaped for himself, had been taken away from him. His story had been twisted into something else and now it didn't belong to him anymore.
Now it would be what they wanted it to be and he would be the thing they wanted him to be and there was nothing he could do about it, except hope that he got boring enough they cut the thread that tied him to this new life and let him drift away. Now his life would be just like the emptiness inside a shell instead of the patterns on the outside or the sounds it could make.
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Hawkeye hadn't seen Sidney run a hand down his face or through his hair before, and so he keeps from it himself. "Rotten? You? The guy who wished flying scorpions on the world but helps perfect strangers when he can? Do you want to tell me why? If you don't, I- sometimes it helps to talk about it with someone who will just be there to listen. Makes you feel better sometimes, or just different, which is also sometimes better. I don't do much to inspire confidence on this one detail, but I like listening a lot more than I like talking." Hawkeye waits a second, taps a foot. No, no, he can't parrot Sidney all the way through and he might as well stop it there. "I like helping people. And I want to help you, because I know you need something right now but I don't know what. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, either. So it'd help us both if you... talk a little, for a little while. I'm not going to force you into anything, but I don't know what you need right now that I can give you."
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His home was full of jungle and desert and it was the only place he could make things warm enough to be truly comfortable.
"I don't know how you can help me. Nobody can really help me now, other than doing the usual and being my friends, I guess."
[ooc: Are you comfortable with Guy telling him about the bidding over the course of the thread? I can have him avoid the subject if necessary.]