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thecapitol2014-07-08 03:11 am
aboveangrybees) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-08 03:11 am
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[Open] Sometimes with turbulence
Who| Steve & Anyone
What| It's been a crazy couple of weeks.
Where| A little bit of everywhere
When| After Cruentus' announcement, but also backdating welcome.
Warnings/Notes| There will be mention of: Arena Death, the District 3 Tragedy, and the Abuse of a Punching Bag. In one tag, which will be marked, there will be mentions of Nazis and the Holocaust.
You can date anything as far back as two weeks ago when Steve got out of the arena, but for time reference: The Training Center is Anytime Post District Three Announcement and the Speakeasy is Anytime Post Quarantine.
1. Roof:
[Up here on the roof, the air feels fresher. Away from everything, up here it feels like a small escape, even if he never can. His mind is always going over plans and ideas for how to take this place down, going over maps Lonestar shared and ideas for communication - especially after learning about the chip and it's upgrade.
All of it being thought out as his hand flies across the paper sketching - people, places, memories, the plant to his left, nothing anyone could look at and see any of his thoughts. If anyone is up here too long with him, he'll end up sketching them too.
But even if he's drawing or looking out at the city on thought or reading, Steve looks up when people come too near and acknowledges them with a nod.]
2. Training Center:
[It isn't as if he thinks his slight change in routine will go unnoticed, how after what happened to District Three he could be found down in the training center more often, but he keeps what he does down here varied. Hopefully to keep them thrown off to precisely his reasons for being down here more often.
Working at multiple stations, using them to practice skills and to gain new ones. Not just things like making a fire or fishing hook, but also his body in all aspects, especially his parkour training and stamina. Sometimes beating the snot out of a punching bag.
The frustrations of what happened and being helpless to act now is what's driving him into the routine change, but it's also to keep in shape and his mind sharp for the day he finally gets to take on the capitol.]
3. Speakeasy:
This is a good place; yeah it's useful, but more than that, it's got an atmosphere he can appreciate. A reminder of the days before blood and ice and war. Even the name feels right to him. Everywhere in the Capitol is behind enemy lines, so he'll never forget his situation or be properly comfortable, but it's nice to have that moment of memory.
So, he's not surprised to realize he's coming here whenever he feels like meeting someone. Maybe make connections, find people with similar goals against the capitol - a task too big for even him to take on alone.
He greets anyone who approaches him with a nod and if they are familiar a hello along with it. The company is welcome, he doesn't come here to be alone with his typically non-alcoholic drink.
((OOC: Prose or Brackets work fine by me! I like both.))
What| It's been a crazy couple of weeks.
Where| A little bit of everywhere
When| After Cruentus' announcement, but also backdating welcome.
Warnings/Notes| There will be mention of: Arena Death, the District 3 Tragedy, and the Abuse of a Punching Bag. In one tag, which will be marked, there will be mentions of Nazis and the Holocaust.
You can date anything as far back as two weeks ago when Steve got out of the arena, but for time reference: The Training Center is Anytime Post District Three Announcement and the Speakeasy is Anytime Post Quarantine.
1. Roof:
[Up here on the roof, the air feels fresher. Away from everything, up here it feels like a small escape, even if he never can. His mind is always going over plans and ideas for how to take this place down, going over maps Lonestar shared and ideas for communication - especially after learning about the chip and it's upgrade.
All of it being thought out as his hand flies across the paper sketching - people, places, memories, the plant to his left, nothing anyone could look at and see any of his thoughts. If anyone is up here too long with him, he'll end up sketching them too.
But even if he's drawing or looking out at the city on thought or reading, Steve looks up when people come too near and acknowledges them with a nod.]
2. Training Center:
[It isn't as if he thinks his slight change in routine will go unnoticed, how after what happened to District Three he could be found down in the training center more often, but he keeps what he does down here varied. Hopefully to keep them thrown off to precisely his reasons for being down here more often.
Working at multiple stations, using them to practice skills and to gain new ones. Not just things like making a fire or fishing hook, but also his body in all aspects, especially his parkour training and stamina. Sometimes beating the snot out of a punching bag.
The frustrations of what happened and being helpless to act now is what's driving him into the routine change, but it's also to keep in shape and his mind sharp for the day he finally gets to take on the capitol.]
3. Speakeasy:
This is a good place; yeah it's useful, but more than that, it's got an atmosphere he can appreciate. A reminder of the days before blood and ice and war. Even the name feels right to him. Everywhere in the Capitol is behind enemy lines, so he'll never forget his situation or be properly comfortable, but it's nice to have that moment of memory.
So, he's not surprised to realize he's coming here whenever he feels like meeting someone. Maybe make connections, find people with similar goals against the capitol - a task too big for even him to take on alone.
He greets anyone who approaches him with a nod and if they are familiar a hello along with it. The company is welcome, he doesn't come here to be alone with his typically non-alcoholic drink.
((OOC: Prose or Brackets work fine by me! I like both.))
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At first, I was furious, frequently still am, but most often, I'm disappointed. [He frowns. This is the opposite of what he fights for, but human nature seems to continually lead them back here.]
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My Dad said even some villains knew enough to respect you. But New York left the United States so the Mayor probably didn't respect anything anymore. The Capitol doesn't know what respect is. I don't think they know what right and wrong are anymore.
[What was worse was that she was losing sight of it herself]
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The Capitol should be there to serve all its people, districts included, not them serving the Capitol. When government loses respect for it's people, it does lose sight of right and wrong.
Sometimes when you live in a world that's askew long enough, you forget how to look straight. [He understands that it happens, he's never lost sight of right and wrong, but he can understand when it happens to others.]
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I tried to keep straight. Tried to do things the right way...but it just kept getting me hurt and killed.
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Staying on the right path it's - well, it's difficult, unfairly so, especially in the face of survival. But I think in a situation like this, what matters most, is just don't give up - everyone gets lost at some point, but that doesn't mean you can't find your way back.
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Leaving the club behind she turns to trudge for the door. Not exactly how she'd imagined her meeting a living legend would go. And worst of all was he wasn't being mean. Just gentle and trying to correct her.]
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[He's about to let her go without a word, to give her that exit, but then he remembers the duck. Part of him almost doesn't want to potentially embarrass her over this, but he doubts she wants to forget her friend.]
Your friend here probably won't want to be left behind. [He looks up at the duck, chin on his palm as he rests his elbow on his knee, still crouching where he was.] I don't think I caught either of your names.
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I'm Sandy Marko, District twelve and...well he's just Duck.
[Duck quacks at his name]
My best friend named him. She's gone now.
[Hence a part of her anger]
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[He gives her a smile, but it's sympathetic.]
For all you've lost, I'm sorry, Sandy.
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Thank you sir...good luck.
[She's going to try and escape again before this gets any more mortifying. Little does she know the worst is yet to come]
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[With that, he lets her leave without trying to stop her again. He wishes there was more he could do or offer her or any of the other children here, but right now it was more a game of waiting for the right moment than anything else.]