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thecapitol2014-08-08 08:10 am
damncompass) wrote in thecapitol2014-08-08 08:10 am
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I won't forget all the ones that I love - (Open!)
Who| Joshua Donovan and OTA
What| Wandering, trying to get his bearings.
Where| Around the Capitol, District 4 common areas
When| Todayish
Warnings/Notes| Minor swearing when Joshua's worked up. Also, let me know if I eff anything up.
Joshua was never one to truly believe in retail therapy, however, in a new place, he needed to get out, figure out what was going on, and above all, try not to stew. This wasn't CERN, this wasn't even the Warehouse. Was there even a version of the Warehouse here? Probably not, to be honest. As he walked around, idly looking into one shop or another, he kept seeing a few flashes, a red-haired girl with colored stripes in her hair, someone typing away at a tablet, everything reminded him of home, even in this chaotic and frankly overwhelming place. Stickin his hands in his pockets, he wandered on, determined to make the best of the situation.
Eventually, though, he ended up in the District 4 common area, some reading material in his lap, half-paying attention to the science advances that had come down the pipeline in this world. Frankly, he just wished that he could play a video game.
What| Wandering, trying to get his bearings.
Where| Around the Capitol, District 4 common areas
When| Todayish
Warnings/Notes| Minor swearing when Joshua's worked up. Also, let me know if I eff anything up.
Joshua was never one to truly believe in retail therapy, however, in a new place, he needed to get out, figure out what was going on, and above all, try not to stew. This wasn't CERN, this wasn't even the Warehouse. Was there even a version of the Warehouse here? Probably not, to be honest. As he walked around, idly looking into one shop or another, he kept seeing a few flashes, a red-haired girl with colored stripes in her hair, someone typing away at a tablet, everything reminded him of home, even in this chaotic and frankly overwhelming place. Stickin his hands in his pockets, he wandered on, determined to make the best of the situation.
Eventually, though, he ended up in the District 4 common area, some reading material in his lap, half-paying attention to the science advances that had come down the pipeline in this world. Frankly, he just wished that he could play a video game.
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"It's a big adjustment," Cyrus agrees, his smile returning. "Not many of our Tributes enjoyed the same celebrity in their own homes that they do here. But I think you might find you're better-suited to it than you believe - you're far from the only scientist competing, you know."