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thecapitol2014-07-31 12:01 pm
stotte) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-31 12:01 pm
even a natural born fighter can find cause to break sometimes
Who| astrid and anyone
What| not getting the best first impressions on her first day
Where| training center (district 6 suites, halls/elevators, training room)
When| 7/31
Warnings/Notes| mentions of death
Astrid had grown up knowing nothing but how to fight. She came from a world where warring against dragons was once all that she had known, where there was only ever enough time to think of survival and whether she could be up enough of a defense to live for another day. But that had long since been over. It was years since the Vikings had made peace with the dragons, learning to live amongst them, obtaining the privilege to go about each day with harmony and the opportunity to just laugh without the constant fear of dying.
She never imagined being thrown back into a world like that, not in this way anyhow. Filled with strange foreign gadgets and nothing at all familiar from her home, all she's told is that she would be fighting for her survival--a tribute, they called her, yet all she can wonder if she had somehow been a sacrifice to the gods. Perhaps, that's what this was, a test of some kind. But even so, nothing explain this strange place she had been brought to. Where was Berk? Where were her friends? Where was Hiccup?
a ↠ district 6 suites
Insulation might be one of the first things she really takes notice of, oddly enough. But when you experience nine months of harsh winters in your home, it wouldn't take long to catch on to the incredible new sense of warmth that overtakes you. Not that the lack of cold truly made her feel better or safer in this situation anyway.
The entire floor was incredibly large, noting the almost endless amount of rooms that she'd learned belong to others much like herself. She finds herself in the common room, carefully touching the incredibly soft, bench-like furniture (Were those safe to sit on? Why were they so soft?) before noticing the moving paintings on the wall.
Except they weren't paintings at all, recalling someone mentioning televisions and that they would display everything she needed to know--about the "games", the Capitol, the tributes. She studies the screen with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, noting how the pictures seem to "speak" as well. But she hardly pays mind to the spoken words, not when suddenly the most disturbing deaths are displayed for her to see, horrifying images that even someone such as herself, so well acquainted with war, grows sick in the stomach just to watch.
The sequences switch through fast, but she has no doubt when she sees a well-known blond twin on the screen and subconsciously rejoices for a quick second at the sight of a familiar face before suddenly there's a bite at the neck and all she sees is Ruffnut being eaten alive.
A struggling gasp is all she can manage, the screen already switching to yet another gruesome death as if the one of her friend no longer mattered, just another number in the toll of all these people losing their lives so instantly lacking reason. If it weren't for an empty stomach, she'd have lost all its contents in that moment, not that it would do anything to help with taking in the next sight.
Hiccup.
It was only on the screen for mere seconds, but she knows that ruffled mess of hair and peg leg anywhere. And in a quick flash that she's convinced is an illusion, she watches as the love of her life gets stabbed in the chest, not even having put up a fight, falling hopelessly into death.
b ↠ halls / elevators
It wasn't exactly easy to be in the best of moods after seeing hundreds get murdered right before your eyes, including a close friend and your lover. But she needed to figure this place, figure out why she was here and what she needed to do to get out as soon as possible.
But this place was so large, odd contraptions scattered about, strange moving boxed rooms that took her up and down the height of the building--everything was too otherworldly, things she never could possibly understand. So in addition to the anger already dwelling up inside, frustration becomes a familiar friend as she wanders hopelessly through the different floors of the building, a lost Viking with no idea how to get out.
c ↠ training room
Finally, something familiar to her. Even if she's disgusted about this new environment, the sight of the double sided axe that she quickly takes in her hands brings an extreme comfort to her. Suddenly, she's much more protected. Even if it was just in this room, holding it brought forth a new sense of courage that she had yet to experience since she came upon this new world.
She swings around the axe with ease, and for a few moments, she forgets everything she's already seen that day, everything she's learned and her mind relaxes as her body becomes accustomed again to what she had always known well how to do: to fight.
What| not getting the best first impressions on her first day
Where| training center (district 6 suites, halls/elevators, training room)
When| 7/31
Warnings/Notes| mentions of death
Astrid had grown up knowing nothing but how to fight. She came from a world where warring against dragons was once all that she had known, where there was only ever enough time to think of survival and whether she could be up enough of a defense to live for another day. But that had long since been over. It was years since the Vikings had made peace with the dragons, learning to live amongst them, obtaining the privilege to go about each day with harmony and the opportunity to just laugh without the constant fear of dying.
She never imagined being thrown back into a world like that, not in this way anyhow. Filled with strange foreign gadgets and nothing at all familiar from her home, all she's told is that she would be fighting for her survival--a tribute, they called her, yet all she can wonder if she had somehow been a sacrifice to the gods. Perhaps, that's what this was, a test of some kind. But even so, nothing explain this strange place she had been brought to. Where was Berk? Where were her friends? Where was Hiccup?
a ↠ district 6 suites
Insulation might be one of the first things she really takes notice of, oddly enough. But when you experience nine months of harsh winters in your home, it wouldn't take long to catch on to the incredible new sense of warmth that overtakes you. Not that the lack of cold truly made her feel better or safer in this situation anyway.
The entire floor was incredibly large, noting the almost endless amount of rooms that she'd learned belong to others much like herself. She finds herself in the common room, carefully touching the incredibly soft, bench-like furniture (Were those safe to sit on? Why were they so soft?) before noticing the moving paintings on the wall.
Except they weren't paintings at all, recalling someone mentioning televisions and that they would display everything she needed to know--about the "games", the Capitol, the tributes. She studies the screen with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, noting how the pictures seem to "speak" as well. But she hardly pays mind to the spoken words, not when suddenly the most disturbing deaths are displayed for her to see, horrifying images that even someone such as herself, so well acquainted with war, grows sick in the stomach just to watch.
The sequences switch through fast, but she has no doubt when she sees a well-known blond twin on the screen and subconsciously rejoices for a quick second at the sight of a familiar face before suddenly there's a bite at the neck and all she sees is Ruffnut being eaten alive.
A struggling gasp is all she can manage, the screen already switching to yet another gruesome death as if the one of her friend no longer mattered, just another number in the toll of all these people losing their lives so instantly lacking reason. If it weren't for an empty stomach, she'd have lost all its contents in that moment, not that it would do anything to help with taking in the next sight.
Hiccup.
It was only on the screen for mere seconds, but she knows that ruffled mess of hair and peg leg anywhere. And in a quick flash that she's convinced is an illusion, she watches as the love of her life gets stabbed in the chest, not even having put up a fight, falling hopelessly into death.
b ↠ halls / elevators
It wasn't exactly easy to be in the best of moods after seeing hundreds get murdered right before your eyes, including a close friend and your lover. But she needed to figure this place, figure out why she was here and what she needed to do to get out as soon as possible.
But this place was so large, odd contraptions scattered about, strange moving boxed rooms that took her up and down the height of the building--everything was too otherworldly, things she never could possibly understand. So in addition to the anger already dwelling up inside, frustration becomes a familiar friend as she wanders hopelessly through the different floors of the building, a lost Viking with no idea how to get out.
c ↠ training room
Finally, something familiar to her. Even if she's disgusted about this new environment, the sight of the double sided axe that she quickly takes in her hands brings an extreme comfort to her. Suddenly, she's much more protected. Even if it was just in this room, holding it brought forth a new sense of courage that she had yet to experience since she came upon this new world.
She swings around the axe with ease, and for a few moments, she forgets everything she's already seen that day, everything she's learned and her mind relaxes as her body becomes accustomed again to what she had always known well how to do: to fight.
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"Well I know how the elevator, the light switches and most of the bathroom work." She offered before adding "Still a few buttons in the shower I haven't tried." Mostly because she was still put off by how often they expected her to bathe.
"Oh! And those little things the guards have." She mimed holding an item in her hand.
"If they shoot you with it? It's like getting hit by lightning but it doesn't stop till they turn it off."
Ruffnut's second night I the Capitol had involved a taser after a bar fight that she'd started.
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"Well, good to see that you're still causing trouble as always, Ruffnut. How many times has Hiccup gotten you out of trouble already?" She asks with a smirk, not doubting a high count.
"Then again," she begins, leaning over to give Hiccup a typical jab in the stomach. "Who's been keeping you out of trouble?"
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"I just got here," Hiccup said in glib response.
No one'd had to get him out of trouble yet because he hadn't had enough time to get into it.
"Wait, so...you haven't tried all the shower things?" Hiccup asked, turning to Ruff. "I figured out the magical make-it-go-away level for the toilet but I only figured out how to make water come out for a bath. Do the other buttons do stuff?"
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Springing from the bed she waved to them and led the way to the bathroom "Come on losers, class is in session."
The bathroom was...like most of the Capitol, lavish and sparkling clean. The shower was big enough for multiple tributes and had benches carved out if the walls for sitting. It could even serve as a large bath the way the walls were set up.
Buttons lined one wall and Ruffnut wasted no time fiddling with a knob that appeared to do nothing. This puzzled her a moment before her face lit up.
"Oh right this button first."
She jabbed it and noise exploded all around them echoing off the walls and vibrating their bones.
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"Is this really a bath?" Why did it look so complicated? All you needed was a tub and some water. It really didn't make sense to have so much space or any of those buttons really.
She flinches at the noise, hands immediately moving up to block her ears. "W-what is that?"
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The beat was a little catchy but otherwise it was terrible.
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"They call it Jazz music. There's other stuff on here you just gotta find it." She tapped at another knob with the word "Jazz" hovering over it in dark green light glowing in the air.
"This one here makes the soap come out." She pushed another button and a jet of slippery pink goo shot from a nozzle on the wall missing Ruffnut's ear by an inch.
"And this one makes the other soap come out." This jet was a creamy blue and went right over her shoulder. "I guess you use it on your hair? When I told my Stylist about the Fish Oil I wanted she looked like she might puke." A crooked grin and a dark laugh indicated this was one of Ruffnut's fonder memories.
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"Why do they need so many soaps?" She watches the liquids plop down, already confused by their strange colors. "It's like everything here really does just over complicate itself."
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"This one doesn't even do anything. They have buttons that just exist to be pushed, that's ridiculous."
Then he hit the button that turned the water on. As the button he'd just previously pushed was not useless and was actually meant to make the water come out of the shower instead of the faucet, it meant that water suddenly shot down on him and Ruffnut. He sputtered in surprise and threw himself backward, landing on his butt the bathroom floor, his head and part of his torso soaked.
Then he started laughing and joke, "Guys, I think it's feeling insulted."
Clearly, the bath had feelings and it was attacking them now.
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When Hiccup triggered the shower though she let out a yelp and crashed into him, flopping like a wet fish onto her back.
But as shocking and irritating it should have been, she started giggling. The giggling turned into laughter and she was curled up on the floor shaking with delight.
"No matter where we are, no matter what's going on-" She wheezed tears in her eyes and a grin on her face "Hiccup is still Hiccup."
They would survive this because Astrid was here. They would come out ontop because Hiccup was here.
And they would have fun because Ruffnut wouldn't have it any other way.
also end?
"Hiccup is still Hiccup, and Ruffnut is still Ruffnut. Makes me feel right at home again," she says between her chuckles.
It's a relief that despite the circumstances, she still had the ability to laugh, to bear a grin even if so far, things were seeming quite hopeless. Because as long as she had the two of them, she had reasons to keep moving forward through this and accept any challenges it through at her. She would protect them in all she could and they would go back home together.