The Capitol
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December 17th, 2012 
08:09 am
president_evil: (weskerEyes)
WHO| Wesker and OTA
WHAT| Post-Death Reflection
WHERE| District 11 suites
WHEN| Morning after his arena death
WARNINGS| It's Wesker.

It was the silence that Wesker kept coming back too.

Among all the things that had happened, everything he had encountered thus far, it was the remarkable quiet that he lingered over.

He'd never realized just how accustomed to the noise he'd grown over the years. The screams of panic and fear, the rattle of gunfire, the incessant cries of the infected....

But here, now, standing in the suite he'd been - assigned - he marveled at the difference. At the sounds of life he'd forgotten.

The city below, muffled and distant through the glass. Hearts beating, strong and steady, relaxed in untroubled sleep, down the hall. The happy voices on the television, unwatched, but on behind him....

And there - somewhere close - of movement, of someone headed his way.

His lips pulled (his reflection smirked back). Perhaps it was, what was the word they'd used? His mentor. At last.
11:22 pm
dieinpajamas: Alpha from Dollhouse looking flustered and annoyed. (Hit me with a PIPE.)
WHO| Alpha and OPEN
WHAT| Alpha is not pleased with his little slip in the Arena, so he's sulking about it in public.
WHERE| The Art Museum.
WHEN| A few days after the latest Arena's completion,
WARNINGS| Is Alpha warning enough? I think that's about it, for now.

Finally, finally, Alpha had found it. A place without screens. Apparently even the Capitol understood that art needed a home without distractions to be properly appreciated. Or they just pretended to understand, like how most of the patrons here pretended they were actually interested in the works when really all they cared about was looking sophisticated.

Not that it mattered either way. What mattered was that Alpha was, temporarily, free from the constant reminders of not only his dismal performance in the last Arena, but his unforgivable ... lapse in control. To think that everybody had seen, had heard. Well. The expression it caused on his face probably explained why the other patrons were leaving him alone to glower on a bench facing a positively atrocious statue.
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