Who| Maximus and TOTALLY OPEN
What| Maximus gets introduced to the Capitol
Where| After his death
When| whenever you want
Warnings/Notes| none so far! will edit if any come up

He dreamt, before he awoke. He dreamt of endless fields, of his son riding a new horse, of his wife smiling as she welcomed him home. He dreamt of a door...

And awoke to a cold cot and a cold room.

He had been dead. He had felt it, felt his life slip away from him. He'd felt his wife's arms reach out to take him. But as he stared at the ceiling and sucked in a breath, he knew he was not to rejoin them yet. He wasn't surprised. He'd lost. Obviously he was meant to continue in these games until he won, until Commodus was brought before him, until he killed the man himself. Had he not said "in this life or the next"? This was surely the next - or some form of it - and he would not be dissuaded. No. Not even if it meant dying again, and again, and again.

The games, he expected.

The Capitol, he didn't.

 

[ooc: tag in wherever! just note the place in the subject line please c: ]

Who: Clint and Open!
What: Clint settling in
Where: mostly at the tribute building but if you want to meet him around town that's cool too!
When: whenever you want
Warnings/Notes: None so far


Clint doesn't like being out of control. He's spent most of his life ensuring that he will always, always have a choice. Even SHIELD, with as much stability as it brought to his life, was something he had multiple exits from, a dozen different ways to disappear if he needed to.

He doesn't have any of that here, and that...

Well, that's more than a problem.

So he spends most of his time doing things that free up his mind to think.

He sits at the edge of the roof, looking over the city, burning the layout into his mind, making what deductions he can from the architecture, the streets, the people he sees down there, going about their business.

Or he goes down to the training center, to the shooting range. What difference does it make now if people know how good he is? Let them know. Let them see him hit bulls-eye after bulls-eye after bulls-eye, dead center perfection every time. Just like Trickshot taught him.

Or he wanders around the city, learning what he can about the people here and their lives, learning how to blend in if he needs to. (They like purple almost as much as he does.)

Or, when he doesn't want to leave his floor, he sits in the lounge area, watching the games. Tony's still alive, and he can't help wanting to know how the man is getting on. It helps that he knows Stark won't stay dead if he dies, but only a little.


[ooc: Feel free to catch him wherever/whenever but please indicate it in the subject line.]

•  Who: Dean & Whoever decides to come amuse him
• What: Sulking, drinking, and reading the Mag.
• When: Just after he wakes up back in his room
• Where: Distract 7 common room. 
• Warnings: He's grumpyyyyy

Dean had recently woken up back in his room, and was happy to be out of that hell of an arena. Sure, being stuck with Alistair and Lucifer had been bad, but that was a pretty close second, especially after Cas was gone. Plus, he missed the comforts of a real bed and not overly tight clothing. But he had to get out and move around, at least from his room. So he changed out of the clothes he was put in to sleep and into what had been laid out for him, and headed into the common room for his district. 

Grabbing the newest edition of Celebrus, got a drink, and plopped down on the couch. He knew about the curfew, and that was one of the things he wasn't overly fond of about the capitol, among other things, though this was a new peeve to add to his list. But that was completely blinded when he read an article containing his name. Something about him sleeping with Anna? What? That never happened. He never slept with Anna. 

Throwing the magazine across the room, he grabbed his drink again and leaned back against the couch, sighing. He'd love to be able to see Cas. Or Ari. Someone he knew. Anyone he knew. 

•  Who: Seb & Open
• What: Keeping himself busy
• When: After the curfew is set
• Where: Training centre
• Warnings: none

Sure, Sebastian woke up maybe two days ago from freezing to death in the arena after breaking his leg, and sure, he should probably relax and take some time off, but he was grumpy, and needed a distraction. For him, that was working out, to make sure that the next time they threw him into that wasteland again, he was more prepared, had better fighting skills, and wouldn't be stupid enough to break his ankle again. 

Hitting the punching bags, running laps, and attempting to learn how to use weapons was how he was going to spend some of his free time until some party came up or he had a better way to spend his time. 

Who| Katniss (NPC) and anyone.
What| The girl on fire has returned to the Capitol.
Where| Anywhere in the training center.
When| Toward the end of this arena
Warnings/Notes| None atm.

It was strange to be around people, again.

She hadn't been tortured. Not in anyway she had expected. Well fed, clothed, comfortable...but besides very occasional moments of seeing Peeta, and once, Finnick Odair...alone. Days and weeks and months of nothing. No video, no windows, not even a peacekeeper or a guard.

And then, at what she guessed was about once a month, she would be interviewed through a sound system in the room (although she could never find a speaker.) Many questions, most of which seemed irrelevant, and then silence, again.

And then suddenly, she was back here, although Peeta was not, a fact that left a heavy feeling in her gut. Told to mentor and escorted back here to find...well, all of this.