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thecapitol2014-06-21 01:52 am
frozenfractalsallaround) wrote in thecapitol2014-06-21 01:52 am
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Ice Ice Baby
Who| Elsa and You
What| Two prompts! Ice rink and Clothes shopping
Where| Ice rink, and a clothing store in the Capitol
When| Present day
Warnings/Notes| N/A
[Ice Rink]
[The ice skating rink is a place Elsa has seen numerous times, and even thought about going to, but never did. It always felt "too soon". Like going somewhere with ice would be traumatic, and make her feel awful. But after the recent arena, she can't help but actually miss her powers. They had helped people- she had helped people. That's a feeling, regardless of any traumatic death in the end, that makes her happier than anything.
So after recovering from the trauma of dying once more, which is getting easier and easier to cope with, Elsa makes her way to the rink. She stares out over the ice for a long moment, before anticipation becomes too much and she grabs a pair of skates.
Moments later, she's out on the ice, skating with an almost uncharacteristically large grin on her face. For the second time, ice is no longer her enemy. It's her passion, her joy. She may not have created this ice, but it still feels like she's at home. She glides smoothly across it, doing little spins on occasion. She isn't an expert at it, but she knows her way around a skating rink.
Anyone nearby is free to approach her, if they happen to notice how happy she looks, or hear her laughing from time to time.]
[A clothing store]
[When the sky dims and darkness approaches, Elsa reluctantly hangs up her skates- but she isn't quite in the mood to go back to the tower just yet. So she decides to indulge in a little retail therapy. There are so many shops to pick from, she doesn't even know where to start.
Eventually, she finds one, though. It seems pretty fancy- and that's her style, to be honest. As strange at the Capitol is, she has to give them one thing; they have nice clothes. Odd, yes. But nice- and they're fun to look at, at the very least. Elsa begins to browse through the racks, a small smile toying at her face as she imagines herself in some of them.
After a while, she has a few dresses picked out. She holds one in particular up to her body in front of a mirror, scrutinizing herself in it. As much as she loves blue, she can't help but think a little change is in order, and she loves the way it contrasts with her pale skin. Still, she isn't quite sure.]
But is it me though…
[She muses to herself, sighing softly.]
What| Two prompts! Ice rink and Clothes shopping
Where| Ice rink, and a clothing store in the Capitol
When| Present day
Warnings/Notes| N/A
[Ice Rink]
[The ice skating rink is a place Elsa has seen numerous times, and even thought about going to, but never did. It always felt "too soon". Like going somewhere with ice would be traumatic, and make her feel awful. But after the recent arena, she can't help but actually miss her powers. They had helped people- she had helped people. That's a feeling, regardless of any traumatic death in the end, that makes her happier than anything.
So after recovering from the trauma of dying once more, which is getting easier and easier to cope with, Elsa makes her way to the rink. She stares out over the ice for a long moment, before anticipation becomes too much and she grabs a pair of skates.
Moments later, she's out on the ice, skating with an almost uncharacteristically large grin on her face. For the second time, ice is no longer her enemy. It's her passion, her joy. She may not have created this ice, but it still feels like she's at home. She glides smoothly across it, doing little spins on occasion. She isn't an expert at it, but she knows her way around a skating rink.
Anyone nearby is free to approach her, if they happen to notice how happy she looks, or hear her laughing from time to time.]
[A clothing store]
[When the sky dims and darkness approaches, Elsa reluctantly hangs up her skates- but she isn't quite in the mood to go back to the tower just yet. So she decides to indulge in a little retail therapy. There are so many shops to pick from, she doesn't even know where to start.
Eventually, she finds one, though. It seems pretty fancy- and that's her style, to be honest. As strange at the Capitol is, she has to give them one thing; they have nice clothes. Odd, yes. But nice- and they're fun to look at, at the very least. Elsa begins to browse through the racks, a small smile toying at her face as she imagines herself in some of them.
After a while, she has a few dresses picked out. She holds one in particular up to her body in front of a mirror, scrutinizing herself in it. As much as she loves blue, she can't help but think a little change is in order, and she loves the way it contrasts with her pale skin. Still, she isn't quite sure.]
But is it me though…
[She muses to herself, sighing softly.]
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"Gotham City may look trashy and violent to people on the outside, but in the shadows among the dirt and dust you find people falling in love. Or children growing up with big dreams. Sure the world may crush some people under it's boot but for every broken heart there's a couple that's been married happily for fifty years." She gushed.
"For every uptight, stressed out, nerdy little blond trying to understand why her dad is such a loser, there's a bubbly, bright ball of joy and fun who uses all her know how to help other people have fun too."
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The more she listened, the easier it was to compare it to the Capitol.
"Just like here, right?" she asked. "I mean, for as... you know, for all of it's faults, it's exactly the same here." She was hesitant to be too blatant about calling out the Capitol's faults. "There are nice people here. Fun things to do. It's almost too easy to be happy here, even when you feel like you shouldn't."
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"The difference is that Gotham City is free. The Capitol there are cameras on every street corner and microphones in every flower bush. The citizens have to watch the games by law every time a new arena is open. Especially in the Districts. In Gotham we can go where we want and do what we want just by being determined enough. In the Capitol I can't even stay out past curfew some nights." She smirked.
"But you got one thing right. They both have so much fun to offer that it almost feels naughty to indulge when there's so much sadness in the world. That's where you gotta remember that you and I? We're no good to anyone if we're depressed and miserable. So we indulge, so long as we never forget what's important."
Harley had found herself more and more delivering these little rants about freedom and what was important. Perhaps her inner super hero was finally waking up now that the Capitol had dangled Ivy in front of her and then yanked the girl away.