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thecapitol2014-06-25 01:34 pm
youbarium) wrote in thecapitol2014-06-25 01:34 pm
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Today's log brought to you by the letter "C!" C, as in Closed!
WHO| Carlos, Cecil, and a ｃamera ｃrew
WHAT| A chat. Carlos has been given a break from working on the disease to see -- right, that guy he confessed love for in the Arena. Too bad it wasn't true.
WHEN| Late last week, before Carlos makes his discovery.
WHERE| In the Capitol! Outside the Speakeasy, then inside the Speakeasy.
WARNINGS| Huge, horrendous amounts of awkward. This is a painful truth. Also, the first part of this log IS televised. Feel free to assume your character has seen it.
Carlos stood, trying not to fidget, on the curb next to the Speakeasy. He had it on good authority that this was the one building in the Capitol where you could have a private talk -- a really private talk, without the Capitol listening in on you. Carlos needed a place like that. The deception he was about to discuss wasn't just for the Capitol's citizens. It was important that the administration swallow it, as well.
But oh, god, was he not looking forward to discussing it.
The camera crews didn't help. They knew exactly why Carlos had been allowed out of the lab and who this appointment was with, and were eagerly asking him question after question.
"Of course I'm looking forward to seeing him--"
"--no, I haven't seen him since before the Arena--"
"--yes, I really thought I was going to die--"
"--thank you--"
"--I'm sorry to hear that, I didn't mean to make anyone cry--"
"--excuse me, but I've been working on identifying a very important disease -- isn't anybody going to ask me about that?"
"--listen, thank you, but I'd really rather not answer any more questions. I'm just here to meet Cecil..."
Carlos couldn't hear anyone's approach, not over the clamor of the press, so he looked around for Cecil instead. With any luck, this place's bouncers would keep the reporters out. It was part of why Carlos had chosen it. Carlos knew he ought to look excited: after all, he was seeing the man he was purportedly in love with for the first time in over a month. Really, though, he just felt sick. Sick, and guilty.
WHAT| A chat. Carlos has been given a break from working on the disease to see -- right, that guy he confessed love for in the Arena. Too bad it wasn't true.
WHEN| Late last week, before Carlos makes his discovery.
WHERE| In the Capitol! Outside the Speakeasy, then inside the Speakeasy.
WARNINGS| Huge, horrendous amounts of awkward. This is a painful truth. Also, the first part of this log IS televised. Feel free to assume your character has seen it.
Carlos stood, trying not to fidget, on the curb next to the Speakeasy. He had it on good authority that this was the one building in the Capitol where you could have a private talk -- a really private talk, without the Capitol listening in on you. Carlos needed a place like that. The deception he was about to discuss wasn't just for the Capitol's citizens. It was important that the administration swallow it, as well.
But oh, god, was he not looking forward to discussing it.
The camera crews didn't help. They knew exactly why Carlos had been allowed out of the lab and who this appointment was with, and were eagerly asking him question after question.
"Of course I'm looking forward to seeing him--"
"--no, I haven't seen him since before the Arena--"
"--yes, I really thought I was going to die--"
"--thank you--"
"--I'm sorry to hear that, I didn't mean to make anyone cry--"
"--excuse me, but I've been working on identifying a very important disease -- isn't anybody going to ask me about that?"
"--listen, thank you, but I'd really rather not answer any more questions. I'm just here to meet Cecil..."
Carlos couldn't hear anyone's approach, not over the clamor of the press, so he looked around for Cecil instead. With any luck, this place's bouncers would keep the reporters out. It was part of why Carlos had chosen it. Carlos knew he ought to look excited: after all, he was seeing the man he was purportedly in love with for the first time in over a month. Really, though, he just felt sick. Sick, and guilty.
cool to end it here if you are!
He stands as well, and wavers only a little bit. He makes a token attempt at putting his hair back in order, but must accept that this is not going to happen. He glances down at his communicator, and pulls up the contact number for the taxi service he normally uses after hours.
"...I'll see you soon, Carlos," he says, glancing up. And he should lean in for a good-bye kiss. He really should. This is what he would do in any other situation, any other prolonged social contact between them.
...but tonight, he finds that he can't. He leans in, as though he means to-- and then he only looks down at Carlos' hand, and takes it, and squeezes it briefly, as though that was what he'd intended to do the whole time.
"Good night," he says, and that's it, that's really it-- he will duck his head to look at his communicator, and call for a car as he moves away.
yep totes!
He thinks he did, but he'll pick it over in his brain more later.
"Good night," he calls back, quietly.