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thecapitol2014-08-04 02:50 pm
fuckcerberus) wrote in thecapitol2014-08-04 02:50 pm
Entry tags:
like a caged animal
Who| jack + you!
What| frustration and object-throwing from one of your newest tributes
Where| rooftop!
When| today idek
Warnings/Notes| i'm brand spanking new here so i have an extremely tenuous grasp of the setting/game dynamics. if i heck it up, don't hesitate to let me know! warning #2: jack swears like a sailor, so my brackets do too. my bad.
[ there's not a single thing about this fucking place that jack doesn't hate.
which blows, because if you think about it, her kids'd love it here. badass training facilities, better suites than jack's seen in her whole damn life, and a whole city watching to see exactly what you can do. watching to cheer for you. they'd get the biggest fucking kick out of that.
but they're not here, are they? of course they're not. that's the catch, see - that whole goddamn time, she just knew there was gonna be a catch. when does she ever get to be that okay? she doesn't. but for like, five fucking seconds? she almost thought it was possible. guess she was just getting set up for this. this stupid place that her kids'd love but jack can't stand. it's too public, too much on display. she hates being on display. it was bad enough on pragia, when the only ones eyeing her business were scientists and the kids she was gonna kill. even the rooms, those big stupid fancy suites with the wide open windows - they're too big and too bright and they put her right on edge.
that's why she's here on the roof now - the highest vantage point in the immediate vicinity. it's a garden, or something like it. green and rich and useless. it's too calm. she has to get out of here, has to do something. she steps over to the edge of the rooftop now, hands planting hard on the railing, and she leans with every intent to get a good look from above quite how far straight down this wall actually drops, but her forehead smacks hard into some kind of a goddamn barrier.
she recoils, glaring at the air where the barrier has to be for a second before exhaling a sharp breath and slamming it hard with the side of her fist. this really is just a fucking cage, isn't it?
a frustrated growl builds in her throat as she turns off to storm off back toward the exit, but she never quite gets that far. see, someone apparently thought this garden would be a peachy goddamn place for a picnic, and those tongueless fucks haven't quite swept in to clean up the dishes they left behind. so before she even quite thinks, jack's hand closes around one of the nearly-empty wine glasses, and she whirls with a raw, frustrated shout to fling it as hard as she can toward the barrier surrounding the roof. the glass collides and shatters, fragments scattering across a small patch of the rooftop.
and she stands there for a second, glaring and breathing hard. ] This is bullshit, [ is her tense-jawed declaration to the open air. because as far as she knows, she's still alone up here. ]
What| frustration and object-throwing from one of your newest tributes
Where| rooftop!
When| today idek
Warnings/Notes| i'm brand spanking new here so i have an extremely tenuous grasp of the setting/game dynamics. if i heck it up, don't hesitate to let me know! warning #2: jack swears like a sailor, so my brackets do too. my bad.
[ there's not a single thing about this fucking place that jack doesn't hate.
which blows, because if you think about it, her kids'd love it here. badass training facilities, better suites than jack's seen in her whole damn life, and a whole city watching to see exactly what you can do. watching to cheer for you. they'd get the biggest fucking kick out of that.
but they're not here, are they? of course they're not. that's the catch, see - that whole goddamn time, she just knew there was gonna be a catch. when does she ever get to be that okay? she doesn't. but for like, five fucking seconds? she almost thought it was possible. guess she was just getting set up for this. this stupid place that her kids'd love but jack can't stand. it's too public, too much on display. she hates being on display. it was bad enough on pragia, when the only ones eyeing her business were scientists and the kids she was gonna kill. even the rooms, those big stupid fancy suites with the wide open windows - they're too big and too bright and they put her right on edge.
that's why she's here on the roof now - the highest vantage point in the immediate vicinity. it's a garden, or something like it. green and rich and useless. it's too calm. she has to get out of here, has to do something. she steps over to the edge of the rooftop now, hands planting hard on the railing, and she leans with every intent to get a good look from above quite how far straight down this wall actually drops, but her forehead smacks hard into some kind of a goddamn barrier.
she recoils, glaring at the air where the barrier has to be for a second before exhaling a sharp breath and slamming it hard with the side of her fist. this really is just a fucking cage, isn't it?
a frustrated growl builds in her throat as she turns off to storm off back toward the exit, but she never quite gets that far. see, someone apparently thought this garden would be a peachy goddamn place for a picnic, and those tongueless fucks haven't quite swept in to clean up the dishes they left behind. so before she even quite thinks, jack's hand closes around one of the nearly-empty wine glasses, and she whirls with a raw, frustrated shout to fling it as hard as she can toward the barrier surrounding the roof. the glass collides and shatters, fragments scattering across a small patch of the rooftop.
and she stands there for a second, glaring and breathing hard. ] This is bullshit, [ is her tense-jawed declaration to the open air. because as far as she knows, she's still alone up here. ]