Dave Strider (
shenunigans) wrote in
thecapitol2014-07-03 12:34 am
we fail to represent, we fail to be content.
Who; Dave and Oh God Another Open Post
What; Prompts in the comments- Mostly Dave being a Teenage Boy.
When; The days after Shit Hit the Fan but things got Sort of Better.
Where; Training Center, Out and About
Warnings/Notes; Swearing, mentions of death as usual.
Dave is starting to get what people mean when they talk about a Week From Hell. Only it hasn't been a week, it's been weekS. Month. Months? Hell if he knows. He's entirely lost his touch with time since they took his powers away, but his perceptions are screwed to hell and back anyway. In a lot of ways, this had been on the same level as his life back home. You never knew when you were gonna die, when your friends were gonna die, when things would fuck up and you'd all be scrambling to fix it. But it had always been a game. Now, people are dying. It's IRL action movies right here, but who the fuck is Nic Cage? He hasn't seen much incoherent screaming from anyone yet, but the reference isn't funny without his friend John here anyway. Not that he wants him here. Much. There's something to be said about your friends all being an elevator ride away, here. Not universes away, timelines away and possibly dead.
It's a downer to think about. It sucks to think anything could be better here. He has a wider social circle than his younger self would have given him credit for. Who knew dorm living brought out the social side in anyone? He can feel himself settling into his ways a little too much here, he's almost glad the Capitol gave them the old reach around several times to really get the point through. It fucking sucks here. It will always suck. They will take everything you love, shit on it and light it on fire. They made that point vividly with Bro, before he could even think twice about opening his big mouth and rebelling.
Instead, he channels his energy into other things. Distracting things. Things he doesn't have the means to do back on Ol' Space Rock.
What; Prompts in the comments- Mostly Dave being a Teenage Boy.
When; The days after Shit Hit the Fan but things got Sort of Better.
Where; Training Center, Out and About
Warnings/Notes; Swearing, mentions of death as usual.
Dave is starting to get what people mean when they talk about a Week From Hell. Only it hasn't been a week, it's been weekS. Month. Months? Hell if he knows. He's entirely lost his touch with time since they took his powers away, but his perceptions are screwed to hell and back anyway. In a lot of ways, this had been on the same level as his life back home. You never knew when you were gonna die, when your friends were gonna die, when things would fuck up and you'd all be scrambling to fix it. But it had always been a game. Now, people are dying. It's IRL action movies right here, but who the fuck is Nic Cage? He hasn't seen much incoherent screaming from anyone yet, but the reference isn't funny without his friend John here anyway. Not that he wants him here. Much. There's something to be said about your friends all being an elevator ride away, here. Not universes away, timelines away and possibly dead.
It's a downer to think about. It sucks to think anything could be better here. He has a wider social circle than his younger self would have given him credit for. Who knew dorm living brought out the social side in anyone? He can feel himself settling into his ways a little too much here, he's almost glad the Capitol gave them the old reach around several times to really get the point through. It fucking sucks here. It will always suck. They will take everything you love, shit on it and light it on fire. They made that point vividly with Bro, before he could even think twice about opening his big mouth and rebelling.
Instead, he channels his energy into other things. Distracting things. Things he doesn't have the means to do back on Ol' Space Rock.

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You're a loose canon, Mindy. But you're a damn good cop. [He smirks to the side at her.]
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So if I beat you, does this mean you're gonna take my badge away? It won't be the same if I can't do my big storm out. [She's grinning right back].
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Oh no, I gotta make a big show out of it. Line up all your fellow officers and berate you all through my thick, manly mustache until your morale is lower than ever. Then I'll take your badge, leading you to vigilante justice. Like Batman. But shorter.
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I think you're a little too late there, actually. About the vigilante thing.
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If you're so badass why am I winning? [He's not.]
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[Sarcasm. Good fucking god this mentor shit could really suck].
Winning at being a pain in the ass? Dunno, maybe you had a head start.
[SWISH]
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Well I am older and wiser, I've been honing my skills with that for years, just ask my Bro. [When he gets out, anyway.] Uh.. [He glances over at her, bothered by the fact that she seems to be winning.]
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[She is actually getting into this, and again, taking her time before making her shots. At this point, she'd be ahead of him, and she was smiling very slightly at the achievement].
Older, sure. Wiser? I'll wait and see on that.