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Priorities of a Silenced Man

WHO| Thor Odinson and OPEN
WHAT| Someone is back, informed about the recent news and coping in as manly a manner as he can
WHEN| After the announcements and the sickness starts to clear up
WHERE| D2, the commons, the training center
WARNINGS/NOTES| None for now. Other than Thor rage.

It's a relief to be alive right now. The way Thor went out alone, there was a residual fear that he'd not be brought back. Alas, the relief and pleasure at seeing his friends is short lived. Steve met him from the get-go with the news of District Three's destruction, giving Thor a chance to control himself from any ill tempered outbursts, but it's difficult. His anger is simmering under the surface, so he sets about to distract himself. Or at least, he sets about to appear he's distracting himself, whilst searching out people to discuss issues at hand with as if it were unsuspecting idle conversation.

But first, he needs to eat.

[Prompt 1: Commons.]
By this point, Thor has amassed as much food as his arms can carry. The last weeks of the Arena he'd been more hungry than he'd ever hoped to be. He doesn't want to fast only to give the impression that he's too caught up in rebellion to eat, he wants to be an unsuspecting, hungry man. And he almost is. He's happily working his way through the variety of food he's presented himself with. It ranges from healthy, hearty to outright junk and he's barely tried any of it before. His expression is pensive for a man digging into a box of dry cereal with his bare hands, but when approached, he will tilt the box toward whomever it may be with a raised brow. He is nothing if not generous.

[Prompt 2: Training Center.]
Thor arrived with the brilliant intention of training, and he had for some time. He'd attacked the punching bag with an incredible amount of fury, he'd figured out the contraptions for lifting weight and let out some of his frustration on moving heavy objects and he'd sought out a sword to get a better feel for it. It seems wrong in his hand after so long with a hammer, but he'd noticed they were in abundance compared to hammers.

After some time, he'll simply hang about the area, towel around his shoulders as he either stares ahead of himself or watches someone's regime intently. He's deep in thought today, finding it difficult to get his mind off everything he's heard about District Three and all those who suffered through the tragedy.

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Thor awakes oblivious to the goings on of the Capitol. Actually, it would be more accurate to say he awakes oblivious to everything. For a brief moment, he imagines he's home with Jane and it had all been an incredibly elaborate nightmare. Alas, he blinks into reality and realises that is not the case at all. He's here, and he has missed much of what has gone on whilst he fought in the Arena.

He's certain he'll have to find someone quickly and request that they catch him up, what he doesn't expect is to find Steve waiting for him in the commons of his District. He raises a brow at him, but he doesn't question it to much, he moves to sit across from him and simply stares.

"The fanfare is not at all what I expected it to be here."

Ruffnut had come to the training hall for similar reasons, though she was much less motivated then Thor. The most excited she'd been about training had been when she discovered there was a station completely devoted to learning how to build explosives.

But when she'd arrived a sight of indescribable beauty met her eyes.

Muscles, rippled and taught as the force behind them impacted a punching bag again and again. A glisten of sweat reflected the shine of the overhead lighting as Thor was lost in his work out.

Wide eyed with her jaw hanging open the scrawny Viking girl scurried closer to stare and drink in every detail about the god made flesh.

"Thor almighty." She mumbled in her lusty haze.

Joel has been back for a few days now. Long enough to climb out of his grief, and get the gist of what's been going on here while he was in the arena.

Sounds like a crisis just barely averted, to him. The kind of crisis that his world wasn't able to avert. That instead destroyed his world, chewed it up and spit it out.

He goes to the training center more often than he would've thought when he first got here - mostly to see who else spends time here, and what they do. Size them up, so to speak. When he spots Thor, he approaches. Thor is okay. He's good with Ellie, that makes him at least decent enough to talk to.

"Been out long?"

When Thor died, Steve quickly realized there was going to be a problem, a big one if he didn't head it off. The asgardian wasn't going to take the latest news about District Three well - he was too good a person to not be outraged - and with how outspoken Thor can be, well, that spelled bad news. Steve's heard what happens to people when they say too much, when they act out, and he doesn't want that for Thor, not at all. It was his duty and want to protect his teammate from setting himself up for consequences he might yet be unaware of.

So, he finds himself in the District Two common the day he assumed Thor would wake up on, sketching out ideas for code as he waits.

Steve looks up at Thor when he enters the room, watching him carefully as he sets his sketchbook aside. He's definitely pleased to see the man in one piece, but the comment is, well, he's not sure if it's severely deadpan or serious. "Expecting something more?"

As usual, Steve's foresight has paid off. Thor would not be able to contain his anger had he been there for the broadcasts. He's already tense from the Arena, from seeing his brother twofold and from being killed by a woman who was not herself before he could help her. He doesn't like this, any of this. It's only a matter of time until his calm resolve snaps, but there are many ways to keep the lashing out at bay.

"With the manner in which they goaded us into battle, one would expect a feast." He answers plainly, with a small shrug. It's a little serious, because he does expect a lavish meal for hard work, but it's mostly his strange form of sarcasm. "I did not expect to see you here." His tone is dry and he quirks a brow. He doubts Steve is simply here to greet him eagerly, there must be something to be shared.

Thor does not hear her approach, obviously. He can't hear her twitterpatted heart while he's giving this punching bag what it deserves for being directly in his way. He's caught up in sending punch after punch into the poor, inanimate object before he catches himself sinking into a foul temper and stops to catch his breath. It's then he hears his name and he turns away from his victim so he can give Ruffnut a perplexed look.

"Odinson will suffice." He corrects. "Just Thor will do." He offers her a small smile, not wanting to take his temper out on someone who does not know better. "Have you been well, little viking?"

Likewise, Thor had found Joel to be okay. Taciturn, perhaps, but Thor is the last man to fault that. From what he had seen, learned and known of the man, he was respectable. He cares for the little ones, that's pretty much an instant gold star.

At the question, he forces himself to relax a little, if only a little. He exhales through his nose as if the question amuses him. "No longer than a day." He answers curtly. "And yourself?" He was sure he was there as long as he was, he wonders if he knows all that has come to pass.

"Few days," Joel says vaguely. This is the first day he's left the District 8 suite, though. He's been holed up in his room basically.

But he's been out and about long enough to have an idea about what happened in his absence. "Ellie's still inside."

"So...very...very well." She mumbled in her haze before blinking it away. Her face was flushed and not from the rampant fevers that were plaguing the tower.

"I mean yeah I guess, whatever. How did you die?" She burst out trying to regain her composure and come off as tough and cool rather then awkward and dorky.

"Then you will know what has happened in our absence." He raises a brow at Joel, searching his expression for a sign of his feelings before his mouth tightens into a deeper frown. It almost physically hurts to know that he is of no use to the other man or Ellie, his fist tightens in anger and his jaw tightens as he stifles his rage.

"My sympathies are with you." He murmurs, meeting his eyes with a solid stare. "My faith is with her. She is strong, for a little one." He pauses for a moment before he corrects himself. "For anyone."

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"I'm glad to hear it." He says coolly, but the brow remains raised. She is a strange girl in every conversation he's had with her so far, but he isn't so foolish to be oblivious to why she's acting so strange. It earns her a faint smirk.

"You're forward." He muses, wondering if going about asking that is considered acceptable here. "A sorceress was my end. She.. was not herself." And he's deeply bothered he couldn't do more for her.

When he spots Thor, his words to the man from their first meeting ring loudly in his head. Pick your battles. He can't help but feel like Thor might judge him, because he clearly picked a battle that he couldn't win and suffered some major consequences for it.

But regardless of Thor's opinion of him, he has a job to do, and cereal is a fairly messy thing to eat even if you're careful. Starkiller steps, moving quietly so as not to disturb anyone. Unfortunately Thor notices him, and he has to shakes his head, avoiding eye contact, as he moves to get down on his knees and begin cleaning up the crumbs that Thor managed to get on the floor.

Strange really is one of the best words to describe Ruffnut, especially without her brother around to help balance out her particular brand of weird.

Blinking away her lust for the time being his fate caught her off guard "They've got sorcererss...es...is?" She stumbled a bit on what the plural for a sorceress would be but shrugged it off.

"What do you mean? Did you know her?"

Joel's expression remains decidedly blank, however. He doesn't have too many feelings on the subject, honestly. He's all feeling'd out after the events of this arena.

He hasn't had it in him to care much for people he doesn't know for a very long time, anyway. His life is full of too much loss for empathy to be any particular strength.

"She's the strongest person I know," he finally says with a faint shrug. "She's been through hell and back. Just wish she didn't have to keep doin' it."

"No thank you," says Carlos, waving the box away. "I'm good. But, uh, is this seat taken?" He gestures to a spot at the table Thor's sitting in. Carlos has a cup of coffee in his hand and a notebook under his arm and is clearly looking for a place to work.

"Pretty sure only the winner gets a party," the idea of a feast is a bit odd, but celebrating survival isn't. Even if they didn't technically survive, they're alive now. He remembers how after battles they would eat and drink, remembering there was more to life than kill or be killed.

And he was here for a reason, but unlike with Natasha who asked him to cut the crap and jump the topic, Steve was going to break news like this slowly.

"Well, I don't lurk without reason," Steve gives a wry quirk of the lips. Though his tone sobers again, "How're you holding up?"

Eliot jerks as the man holds a box of some kind of food out to him. Oh. Shit. This would have to happen somewhere public like this. It's not so risky if it happens in one of the district suites but here, where everyone can see, is another matter. He shakes his head, trying to be as unobtrusive about it as possible.

Their previous conversation had resounded through Thor's mind through many of the obstacles he'd faced in and out of the arena, but it's not he remembers Starkiller for. They'd drank, they'd talked into the night, Thor had a high opinion of the man even though he hardly knew him. There's much he hardly knows here and he's starting to realise that more and more.

Avoxes, in particular, are not something he has come to understand. He'd barely been around them before he'd been sent into the Arena, now he's hardly spent time around them now that he's here. "Hello." He greets Starkiller through a mouth full of bagel, grunting in surprise as Starkiller ducks down to start cleaning.

"Have I made such a mess?"

"They have Thor and a viking here, a sorceress is not such a strange occurrence." He points out, looking curiously at her as if trying to make her understand how limiting her logic is.

"Not personally, but there was a sickness. She reeked of it and she was suffering from it." He tightens his mouth into a frown. "I should like to see her again in her right self." He thinks on that for a moment before his expression darkens slightly. "And who put an end to your reign?"

There isn't much Thor can say, or at least, he doesn't know what he can say. He's not used to being so.. helpless. It's aggravating. The best he can do is reach out and give Joel's shoulder a comforting squeeze before he drops his hand again.

"If there were something I could do.." He trails off, straightening his shoulders as he does. "I do not like this."

"As you wish." He draws the box back and places it down, deciding not to eat something as obnoxiously loud as cereal when the man seems to be searching for a place to use that notebook. There's a familiar look in his eye, the look of a scientist. "Tis not. Take as much space as you need." He gives Carlos a polite and inviting smile.

So many people with a distaste for cereal, Thor remarks in his mind. He idly wonders if he's made a bad choice eating it, but it does not taste foul enough that he would be deterred.

"Have we met?" He asks with a raised brow, not enjoying the silence.

"Nobody does, but it don't really matter what we like and don't like here," Joel points out, raising an eyebrow at the hand on his shoulder.

He's not used to physical contact. Even with Ellie, he's not exactly the greatest at it. "She'll be fine. However she gets out, she'll get back here and she'll be fine."

She's always fine, except when she's not. But that's none of Thor's business, as far as Joel is concerned.

Starkiller would be flattered to know of Thor's strong opinion of him. He had enjoyed his time with Thor that night. He had been a bit antisocial at first, but he'd opened up more and come to enjoy the drinks and the talking. Thor was an interesting person, which is partly why he's so nervous about Thor judging him.

All he can really do is give Thor a small nod in greeting, but when the question comes, there isn't much he can do. He shrugs lightly, trying to let Thor know it isn't a big deal. They're just instructed to keep things as tidy as possible.

A moment later, he stands, moving over to a nearby garbage bin to empty the crumbs he'd swept up. When he turns back to Thor, he realizes that the man might not realize what's going on. It's reluctantly that he motions at his own mouth, and then shakes his head, trying to signal that he can't speak.

"Thank you," Carlos replies, flashing a small smile back, just as polite. "I was just looking for somewhere to do some calculations." He brushes his lab coat out of the way and sits down, setting the coffee down as well. "I've been so busy with the diseases that I haven't had any time for my own projects."

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