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thecapitol2014-05-15 05:45 pm
dotsanddashes) wrote in thecapitol2014-05-15 05:45 pm
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If you should ever leave me - though life would still go on, believe me....
Who| Rosalind and YOU!
What| Some people take transitions like this well on their own. Rosalind is not one of those people right now, so she has finally decided it's better to familiarize herself with her surroundings...and opponents.
Where| The Tribute Commons!
When| A day or so after she arrived.
Warnings/Notes| Probably some coarse language, definitely some angst.
How long had it been now? Two days? A week? It was nigh impossible to tell, the way that time crawled along. She couldn't bring herself to look at a clock - the way it ticked, second by second instead of all at once. If things were different, she may not have found it so grating...maybe on some level, she would even have found it a relief, being in one place and one time.
If Robert was here with her, it would all be different.
But he wasn't.
That was the hardest part of all this for her. She had been everywhere and everywhen, and the sudden end to that boundless awareness was jarring...but without Robert, it felt like she had left a piece of herself out there in the multiverse. Rosalind wasn't the kind to cry...not usually, not easily. She was the type to take action. Until the Arena began, she decided the best action would be to research...to bide her time, and to be ready.
If she was honest about it with herself, though, that was an excuse. What she had really been doing since she got here was avoiding people, drinking, and glowering at every word she read about the Capitol.
So now she had moved into the common room - where she was drinking and glowering at every word she read about the Capitol...but now in a place where she could be approached. Her icy eyes were lined with dark circles, a bottle of something or other danging from one hand and a book in the other. She didn't go out of her way to approach anyone, surreptitiously watching others instead and studying from her position - sidesaddle on one of the plush couches.
If someone wanted to talk to the newcomer, they would have to approach her. She might never admit to being lonely...but she wasn't going to shun company right now, either.
What| Some people take transitions like this well on their own. Rosalind is not one of those people right now, so she has finally decided it's better to familiarize herself with her surroundings...and opponents.
Where| The Tribute Commons!
When| A day or so after she arrived.
Warnings/Notes| Probably some coarse language, definitely some angst.
How long had it been now? Two days? A week? It was nigh impossible to tell, the way that time crawled along. She couldn't bring herself to look at a clock - the way it ticked, second by second instead of all at once. If things were different, she may not have found it so grating...maybe on some level, she would even have found it a relief, being in one place and one time.
If Robert was here with her, it would all be different.
But he wasn't.
That was the hardest part of all this for her. She had been everywhere and everywhen, and the sudden end to that boundless awareness was jarring...but without Robert, it felt like she had left a piece of herself out there in the multiverse. Rosalind wasn't the kind to cry...not usually, not easily. She was the type to take action. Until the Arena began, she decided the best action would be to research...to bide her time, and to be ready.
If she was honest about it with herself, though, that was an excuse. What she had really been doing since she got here was avoiding people, drinking, and glowering at every word she read about the Capitol.
So now she had moved into the common room - where she was drinking and glowering at every word she read about the Capitol...but now in a place where she could be approached. Her icy eyes were lined with dark circles, a bottle of something or other danging from one hand and a book in the other. She didn't go out of her way to approach anyone, surreptitiously watching others instead and studying from her position - sidesaddle on one of the plush couches.
If someone wanted to talk to the newcomer, they would have to approach her. She might never admit to being lonely...but she wasn't going to shun company right now, either.