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thecapitol2014-07-02 11:10 am
bindsthedead) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-02 11:10 am
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Who| Sabriel and you
What| Sabriel's back in the Capitol after her first death. There's a lot to catch up on.
Where| D10 suites, training center, and various shops and restaurants around the Capitol
When| After Sabriel dies in the arena
Warnings/Notes| Mention of death, avoxing
Option A [The common areas of the 10th floor were where Sabriel took her breakfast most of the time, and where she sits on the couch, looking over the news about strange diseases and the fate of District 3 and Cecil Palmer as she drinks a cup of tea and tries not to throw up, or start shouting in rage.]
Option B
[Sabriel spends some time at the training center practicing with a sword, doing her best to hack several dummies to pieces, and then skewering each piece.
But she spends far more time at the survival skills stations, and learning about spears and knives and a variety of improvised blunt weapons. She speaks to other tributes on occasion, her demeanor seems oddly intense.]
Option C
[She needs sponsors, she needs information, and she wants to get out of the tower. This is how Sabriel winds up eating dinner at a variety of restaurants and shops, examining the wares, eating, and talking to fans. If there's one thing thirteen years of etiquette training have given her, it's the ability to smile and act like she's having a wonderful time when she really isn't. Still, whenever she spots a fellow tribute, she can't help but wander over to talk to them.]
[Closed to Hans]
[The Speakeasy is probably the best place for this, Sabriel realizes. It's noisy enough that they probably won't be overheard, and people there seem more interested in their drinks than visiting tributes. So she sends the invitation handwritten on fine stationary, containing a time, location, pointed allusion to Starkiller, and signed with a flourish.
She arrives early and sits down at a table, drinking some kind of dark red fruit juice as she waits for a mentor she's heard about, but never met. Hopefully, she'll be able to explain what Starkiller did, and why she didn't consider his death to be completely in vain.]
What| Sabriel's back in the Capitol after her first death. There's a lot to catch up on.
Where| D10 suites, training center, and various shops and restaurants around the Capitol
When| After Sabriel dies in the arena
Warnings/Notes| Mention of death, avoxing
Option A [The common areas of the 10th floor were where Sabriel took her breakfast most of the time, and where she sits on the couch, looking over the news about strange diseases and the fate of District 3 and Cecil Palmer as she drinks a cup of tea and tries not to throw up, or start shouting in rage.]
Option B
[Sabriel spends some time at the training center practicing with a sword, doing her best to hack several dummies to pieces, and then skewering each piece.
But she spends far more time at the survival skills stations, and learning about spears and knives and a variety of improvised blunt weapons. She speaks to other tributes on occasion, her demeanor seems oddly intense.]
Option C
[She needs sponsors, she needs information, and she wants to get out of the tower. This is how Sabriel winds up eating dinner at a variety of restaurants and shops, examining the wares, eating, and talking to fans. If there's one thing thirteen years of etiquette training have given her, it's the ability to smile and act like she's having a wonderful time when she really isn't. Still, whenever she spots a fellow tribute, she can't help but wander over to talk to them.]
[Closed to Hans]
[The Speakeasy is probably the best place for this, Sabriel realizes. It's noisy enough that they probably won't be overheard, and people there seem more interested in their drinks than visiting tributes. So she sends the invitation handwritten on fine stationary, containing a time, location, pointed allusion to Starkiller, and signed with a flourish.
She arrives early and sits down at a table, drinking some kind of dark red fruit juice as she waits for a mentor she's heard about, but never met. Hopefully, she'll be able to explain what Starkiller did, and why she didn't consider his death to be completely in vain.]
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Right.. point taken. I don't suppose you've ventured a guess as to why he decided to take it upon himself to do that, have you?
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Either escape, or an act of defiance- a far more effective one than people who simply complain on the devices about how much they hate the Capitol. [Why bother expressing rebellious sentiments when your captors will only beat you, and no one listens?]
Although if it was escape... he ought to have worked with others. Plans made alone and in haste rarely succeed.
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[He shakes his head.] I think we can say with certainty it was an act of defiance, perhaps because his powers made him cocky. He made his point vividly, though, I'll grant him that.
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If it's any consolation, I felt him die, and it was a quick death.
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[He gives her a soft smile, looking sad and relieved.] I'm glad. He doesn't deserve to suffer, not then or now. He's gruff, but.. he's a good guy.