formersurgeon: (concerned)
Joan Watson ([personal profile] formersurgeon) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-06-29 10:00 pm

Mass murder was the last straw [OPEN]

Who| Joan Watson and OPEN
What| Joan is talking to friends, and to people she hasn't met yet, looking for allies to help her bring down the Capitol.
Where| The Speakeasy, the Training Center, the park
When| After the revelation of District 3's destruction and Penny's predictable lies.
Warnings/Notes| If you would like Joan to approach your character in one of these places, tag in with what your character is doing and I'll have her initiate contact.


I. The Speakeasy

"The Speakeasy's theirs."

That's what Wyatt had told her when they had only moments to speak freely to each other while the Capitol was unable to look in on their thoughts. So when Joan goes looking for potential allies, she starts there. The dive is, as always, dark and loud, perfect for hiding lips and faces and drowning words. She goes to the bar, orders what passes for beer in Panem, and carries to a booth in the corner where she can see the whole room, as well as the door. She looks for people she knows, people she recognizes.

II. The Training Center

Joan has met a number of people in the training center. It's one place where she knows she can find Tributes without going floor by floor, which would be both time consuming and suspicious.

She walks into the gymnasium and surveys the stations. If she sees no one, she makes her way to the shelter-making station, and looks over the different supplies.

III. The park

Joan isn't exactly looking for anyone in the park. Instead, she's looking (without looking like she's looking) for spots that might be sufficiently free of cameras and microphones to make good meeting place for sensitive conversation.

Of course, that doesn't mean she isn't also aware of the people around her. Sitting on benches, passing her by...following her...
grimbiker: (But enough about me. Let's talk about me)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-07-01 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
As far as Sirius was concerned, for once it didn't matter if Joan was telling the truth or not. He'd find out for himself next time and he didn't particularly care either way.

"Glad to hear it. I don't plan on killing you either." He nodded. "And yeah, they did. I think I lasted half a day. Nice surprise that they bring you back to life, by the way. Did you have a head's up about that?" He asked in a conversational, far too light tone that sought to minimize the fact that dying had been the most traumatizing experience he'd gone through up to that point.
grimbiker: (Default)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-07-01 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I had a brief rundown, my stylists dressed me, and they threw me into some scene from a horror movie. I doubt it would have mattered. I wouldn't have believed someone if they told me either." Sirius brushed his hair back and shook it. He felt like there was a leaf in it. Or maybe he was just imagining it-- and Joan-- and everything.

"How long have you been here?"
grimbiker: (shadows)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-07-01 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Sirius took a deep breath.

One year? They really weren't going to let them go back, were they? He was going to be stuck here until they got bored of him. His godson, his friends-- he'd be lucky to see them again.

Sirius forced a smile. "I have a lot to look forward to then. Anything you've learned over your stay here?"
grimbiker: (ruggedly handsome)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-07-01 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Sirius rather hoped that meant what he thought it meant. He'd have to be more careful as he tested the waters here.

He didn't smile when he spoke but he did keep his eyes on Joan's. "I was quick to figure out who I should watch out for." There. He hadn't said that he'd made the call the first time he'd met the Gamekeepers and that could easily be believed as him sizing up the other Tributes-- which he had visibly when he got here but for far different reasons. "I expect I'll have to be on my toes for some time. Everyone's got their eyes on me too."
grimbiker: (That so?)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-07-03 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, of course. She was giving him advice on how to stay alive. The trouble was he didn't plan on following that.

Sirius gave her a half smile. "I don't think they'll like my narrative. Disowned heir turned pacifist. It's not entertaining, is it? I usually like a show, too." But he liked putting on one that didn't involve either bloodshed or performing for people who desired it. "But I appreciate it."
grimbiker: (But enough about me. Let's talk about me)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-07-15 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"As a detective, I imagine you are. Learn any dirty secrets about the rest of our companions?" The tone of the word 'companion' had a subtle lilt to it, something that suggested he wasn't talking about their fellow Tributes.

Though, come to think of it, if she had dirt on them, that'd be fun to hear too. A man could multitask.
grimbiker: (Default)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-07-18 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Sirius just smiled at that. "And others?" he asked more pointedly.

He wasn't interested in lies-- or rumors unless there was some truth to them-- and it'd help him find a way out of here.

"If I've learned anything from my childhood it's that there are plenty of secrets when you put so many wealthy, powerful people together."
grimbiker: (Default)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-07-21 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Sirius didn't care for the change in conversation but it might swing back around. Or that was just a signal to end it right there.

"Accurate so far," Sirius replied lightly. "London. You have talent in picking out accents, then?"
grimbiker: (Default)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-07-22 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Sirius nodded. "If it's any comfort, I have trouble telling you Americans apart," he said then quickly added: "your accents, anyway." He simply didn't have the exposure growing up and was only just now branching out. Or he had been.
grimbiker: (Default)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-07-23 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Sirius shrugged, the joke apparently lost on Joan. Not everyone responded to teasing though.

"I didn't grow up with one so I'll take your word for it."
grimbiker: (ruggedly handsome)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-07-23 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"1981. I had one before I came but my parents weren't big on the telly when I lived with them." Which was to say they hated muggle technology but he figured here it was best to assume Muggle until proven otherwise, just like back home when he went out.

"I'm a little behind some of the other people I've met." He admitted.
grimbiker: (Always a rebel)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-07-24 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Sirius shrugged, glancing away from Joan. He couldn't say he was comfortable with the direction this conversation was going in now. At all. So it was best to steer it towards something else.

"So you're a fan of baseball? I'm just picking up the rules of football. I used to play a-- made up sport with my friends back in school. We never bothered with anything official."
grimbiker: (Default)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-07-25 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, it involved a lot of balls that we liked to throw around in the air. When the smallest one was caught the game was over. We called it Quidditch." Sirius watched for any reaction. The odds were slim, but she could be Muggleborn and then he'd at least have someone who understood, even if they couldn't speak of it openly.

He hated how everything was being recorded.

(no subject)

[personal profile] grimbiker - 2014-07-27 21:39 (UTC) - Expand