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thecapitol2014-08-03 11:02 pm
guilttrip) wrote in thecapitol2014-08-03 11:02 pm
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Well, thats a first! [open]
Who| Leah, you and everyone
What| Walking around, listening, walking around some more, meeting people
Where| The shopping district / District 5 lounge
When| Right now
Warnings/Notes| N/A
The shopping district
The words were still whirling inside Leah's mind. A part of her thought this was somekind of joke with a bad punchline, another part of her wanted to retaliate and a little part of her would not mind to kill off whoever in somekind of arena. With a tiny communicator in her hands she walks through the shopping district, sometimes stopping to peer into the shop windows, sometimes raising an eyebrow one one of those outrageously dressed people passed her.
Really, why would these Midgardians go and shave their heads to paint it golden? Perhaps it is just one of those many questions Leah cannot answer directly. Just like it is not quite common to be fond of watching how people slaughter eachother in an arena either.
Still, the initial confusion does not show on her face. The look remains absolutely neutral and when she walks it isn't the walk of someone unfamiliar with their environment. To look like a bumbling fool would be admitting to weakness and for some reason Leah figures that it isn't wise to look weak right on the spot.
District 5 lounge
The first thing she realizes is that there is something painfully ironic about calling those heavily armored men with those obvious weapons 'peacekeepers'. It does imply that they are definitely needed to keep the peace around here. After she has identified herself and announced herself to belong to a part called 'District 5' she gains entrance to the place where her room is located.
There are other people present. Some look at her, some don't and she cannot really find herself to care. Not yet, she still has to find out how to play this game the best. And she still has to find out who are fitting enough to be able to play such a game with her. After all, there must be so much more than just banal slaughter and cheering crowds...
What| Walking around, listening, walking around some more, meeting people
Where| The shopping district / District 5 lounge
When| Right now
Warnings/Notes| N/A
The shopping district
The words were still whirling inside Leah's mind. A part of her thought this was somekind of joke with a bad punchline, another part of her wanted to retaliate and a little part of her would not mind to kill off whoever in somekind of arena. With a tiny communicator in her hands she walks through the shopping district, sometimes stopping to peer into the shop windows, sometimes raising an eyebrow one one of those outrageously dressed people passed her.
Really, why would these Midgardians go and shave their heads to paint it golden? Perhaps it is just one of those many questions Leah cannot answer directly. Just like it is not quite common to be fond of watching how people slaughter eachother in an arena either.
Still, the initial confusion does not show on her face. The look remains absolutely neutral and when she walks it isn't the walk of someone unfamiliar with their environment. To look like a bumbling fool would be admitting to weakness and for some reason Leah figures that it isn't wise to look weak right on the spot.
District 5 lounge
The first thing she realizes is that there is something painfully ironic about calling those heavily armored men with those obvious weapons 'peacekeepers'. It does imply that they are definitely needed to keep the peace around here. After she has identified herself and announced herself to belong to a part called 'District 5' she gains entrance to the place where her room is located.
There are other people present. Some look at her, some don't and she cannot really find herself to care. Not yet, she still has to find out how to play this game the best. And she still has to find out who are fitting enough to be able to play such a game with her. After all, there must be so much more than just banal slaughter and cheering crowds...
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“I take it your have killed enough to afford those snacks?” she asks with a neutral expression on her face, convinced that the currency in this city consists out of corpses and deathcounts.
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Her eyes sweep over Leah, lingering on her face before taking another swig of her drink. "New District mate, then? Introduced yourself to Zula yet?"
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Slowly she moves to sit next to the other girl and crosses her legs.
“Aye, it seems to be that way.” There is a bit of a distant look on Leah’s face when she talks to the girl. “We have met, yes. We agreed on a mentorship/student relation. I will be taught how to effectively kill other tributes in an arena. Like modern gladiators...”
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"Well, I'm glad to see you're picking everything up so quickly."