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thecapitol2014-08-01 02:22 pm
lifewithnoconsequence) wrote in thecapitol2014-08-01 02:22 pm
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Anxiety is a harsh mistress
Who| Harold Krebs and all of y'all
What| Attempting to find a place to hide and learn about the world he is in.
Where| Training Center and around looking for a library
When| Right now, in the afternoon
Warnings/Notes| He is shy...if that counts as a warning?
Krebs was more than a little lost and confused. This place was far different from anything he had ever witnessed. The technological prowess of its people was both awe inspiring, and frightening. And from he had gathered that they were using it for, more than a little backwards. The idea that you were to take a group of innocent people and make them fight for entertainment was more than a little sickening and Byzantine in his eyes.
What was even worse? He held absolutely no knowledge of this world either. It only served to raise his anxiety to new levels. Krebs does not do so well in new and unusual environments. He needed to leave, he needed to find a way back to the familiarity that was his life. But first, he needed knowledge.
To gain that knowledge he decided to go people watching at the place that most seem to gather. It was some sort of gym, as far as he could tell. Weapons, devices and other things lined the area. Perhaps this was where they were to be trained as gladiators?
Well it seemed as good a place as any to ease drop on a person or two. So he moved to take a seat and stare at whoever caught his ear. He wouldn't speak to anyone yet, he did not wish to make friends, though he knows he should. Friends always have a nasty habit of dying in front of you.
What| Attempting to find a place to hide and learn about the world he is in.
Where| Training Center and around looking for a library
When| Right now, in the afternoon
Warnings/Notes| He is shy...if that counts as a warning?
Krebs was more than a little lost and confused. This place was far different from anything he had ever witnessed. The technological prowess of its people was both awe inspiring, and frightening. And from he had gathered that they were using it for, more than a little backwards. The idea that you were to take a group of innocent people and make them fight for entertainment was more than a little sickening and Byzantine in his eyes.
What was even worse? He held absolutely no knowledge of this world either. It only served to raise his anxiety to new levels. Krebs does not do so well in new and unusual environments. He needed to leave, he needed to find a way back to the familiarity that was his life. But first, he needed knowledge.
To gain that knowledge he decided to go people watching at the place that most seem to gather. It was some sort of gym, as far as he could tell. Weapons, devices and other things lined the area. Perhaps this was where they were to be trained as gladiators?
Well it seemed as good a place as any to ease drop on a person or two. So he moved to take a seat and stare at whoever caught his ear. He wouldn't speak to anyone yet, he did not wish to make friends, though he knows he should. Friends always have a nasty habit of dying in front of you.