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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...
swedeandlow: (think)

[personal profile] swedeandlow 2014-06-30 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Kurt Wallander was avoiding the training center. It was easy enough, considering the outbreak, but still. He'd scoured back over the surveillance of Cecil, whenever Penny was occupied, looking for any links. Then he found one.

Or, might have found one.

Joan Watson.

He knew the stories, of course. Had met her Sherlock before he'd been let go. The fact that she knew Cecil--

He'd been a peacekeeper too long to believe in circumstance.

So he followed her. He left headquarters just as the screams started, intercepting Joan just as she was slipping into the park. He followed her about twenty feet back, casually, but kept his eyes on her.

He wanted her to know.
the_marshal: (wyattHathide)

[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-06-30 11:55 am (UTC)(link)
Wyatt's no stranger to the Speakeasy. It had been his refuge even before he'd known its secrets. Bawdy and loud, smelling of liquor and sweat, it had been the one of the closest things to home he'd had.

His affection for the place had only grown the more he'd learned, as he'd made friends with the staff, come to know the faces of the regulars over rounds of beer and cards alike. It was his unfailing go-to, there even when other comforts failed him.

Even if it couldn't really make feel any better either.

Arriving alone he squeezed his way up to the bar and ordered himself a double.
swedeandlow: (field)

[personal profile] swedeandlow 2014-06-30 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't look away. He met her eyes, his expression solemn, and held her gaze for long enough for her to know it was intentional, before thumbing towards a little glade off to the side that was a little more secluded.

He kept her gaze a few seconds more, then turned and walked in that direction.

If she took off, he could find her again, he wasn't worried. He was just hoping this could be kept on the down low.
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[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-06-30 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
He shouldn't be here. The last thing he should be doing after everything is getting drunk, which he's attempting not to, but he just had to get out of the suites for now, what with everyone distraught over the recent news, Eponine trying unknowingly to commit suicide by confronting a Peacekeeper directly, and Jet still in the arena, he needs a crowd to blend into for privacy.

Only he spots Joan across the way and while he'd come here for solitude, he's found her to be a calming presence and wouldn't mind her company. Still, it's up to her, so he just nods pleasantly in her direction, nursing his beer.
grimbiker: (I'm sorry. You're too stupid to live)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-06-30 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Sirius had already done a cursory exploration of the Captiol. As a new arrival, he wasn't entirely able to slip through unnoticed but he had a better chance at it now. But there were some pretenses he need to keep up, especially in the wake of District 3's destruction. So he was in the Training Center, not practicing with weapons of any sort but instead learning how to create a shelter, how to start a fire, how to do all the little things that would keep him alive.

Not that he thought he'd ever end up using it.

He was currently crying to construct some makeshift shelter out of branches and fallen leaves. It kept collapsing on him.
the_marshal: (wyattBemused)

[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-06-30 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd come looking more for liquor than company, but he wouldn't deny the latter. Especially not from someone he considered a friend.

Turning, he found a small smile for and gave her a little toast with his glass as it raised to his lips.

"Hey, yerself."
grimbiker: (Default)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-06-30 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Sirius looked up.

"If you have no experience at all, then you'd be correct," he said lightly. He straightened and as he did so the tent of sticks and branches collapsed in on itself. He looked at it for a moment, shrugged, then looked back at Joan. He held out his hand. "Sirius Black."
grimbiker: (But enough about me. Let's talk about me)

[personal profile] grimbiker 2014-07-01 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Sirius's handshake was firm as well before he let go.

"I've been in the woods before but I've never had to make a tent or start a fire." Actually, he'd spent a great deal of time in the forest-- and a dangerous one at that-- but always in his Animagus form. And that wasn't something he could mention. Not that it mattered. He couldn't show off.

"It's harder than it looks, isn't it? I'll make a nice target." Without looking away from Joan, he gave one propped up branch a idle kick to knock it to the ground.
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.
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[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?"

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