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thecapitol2014-07-03 12:34 am
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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[But he's not the only one that doesn't really want to talk about this and Rose is clearly uncomfortable as he describes her and. She knows, she does. The memories are vague and riddled with blackouts but some part of her - her heart, perhaps- knows that the troll cared for her. And that she cared for her, and that. She doesn't want to look at that too closely.] You did. [A pause] Can we not discuss her? Perhaps we should instigate a no talking about trolls rule right here and now. Save us both from feeling uncomfortable as fuck.
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[God damn it stop talking about trolls.] So I guess with that discrepancy aside we're related again and you don't have to disown me.
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I'll let my attorney know to scratch that whole deleting you from my will then. [A smirk, and yes, if they stay away from trolls she thinks this could almost feel normal.]