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Buddy Glass ([personal profile] parenthetically) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-08-18 05:21 pm

some fool tries to challenge the throne (semi-open)

Who| Buddy Glass and anyone presently incarcerated.
What| Touring the prisoners to make sure everything's on the up and up and none of that nasty torture business is going down anymore. Even if it actually is.
Where| Central holding where ever that might be.
When| Idk guys. Anytime post-attempted jailbreaks through to the day before the Arena.
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of past torture/mutilation, gore, possible swearing, general unpleasantness.



It was roughly half past some utterly desolate, irredeemable hour in the afternoon when Buddy Glass felt that he was plucked, quite unceremoniously and with as little pomp and circumstances as was possible for a society built on such things, from the criminally disinteresting stark white of his cubical. He was dragged, metaphorically and not literally it should be noted, up several floors to have his security clearance verified once, twice, and a third time, before being hauled (again, metaphorically) back downward to the dank areas in which he usually was loath to tread. To clarify the point, edify for both his own benefit and that of the reader, Buddy was not afraid of the jail cells or their inhabitants. Even if he had a healthy regard for the emotional compartmentalization necessary to make a habit out of killing people on national TV every few weeks, they were harmless enough now. And besides, the same grunts who had so taciturnly scaled the building with him were still around and more impressively armed. There was no danger the jail could present to any of them, particularly not with the others ordered to stick around come hell or high water.

No, his avoidance of the jail was more practical than that. It was, after all, much easier to invent living conditions than it was to actively lie about them. There was something nasty about lying. Inventing presumably but not verifiably false information didn't carry the same weight. He sniffed, the air itself seemed to cling to them and it was noticeably darker here. It made him miss the sterile, white, windowlessness of his cubical. Not that there was sunlight down here either, but all the same. The only decent light came from a forcefield glowing eerily at the entrance to each individual cell.

Buddy was pulled from his distraction by the gruff voice of a member of his escort. The man was reading off information, he realize after slightly too lingering a moment of confusion. Names, dates of arrest, why each individual had been arrested (suspicion of murder, and aiding and abetting seemed to be the common theme, which he had known and so he felt a little annoyed to hear it repeated again), District association, and any personal notes the Peacekeeper in question felt like adding. He wondered vaguely how it felt to have the misfortunes of your life rattled off in front of you to someone else completely in earshot. It had to be difficult to hear, but at least Buddy would wager, not as difficult as it would be to tactfully respond to any questions from here on out. Ignorance had its benefits. To know anything effectively one had to learn as little as possible about it. He was almost entirely sure he'd read a proverb to that end somewhere.
revvinguptheharley: (Harley: Nyah nyah!)

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2014-08-19 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ooo yeah~ And let's not forget being criminally good looking." Chirped the bubbly blond from the other side of the cell behind an energy barrier. "If it isn't a crime to be this sexy it should be. We're so good at it!"

She was doing some stretches but they were slow and methodical because clearly it hurt for her. bruises and cuts were visible on her face as well as a fresh wound from her branding that was still healing. It was an ugly scab on her cheek that stood in striking defiance of her rosy pink complexion.
dividedgirlofmine: see no more (dumbfounded | was born and raised)

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-08-20 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
"If you're askin' Harley to calm down," Susannah says, "you must've never met her before. I'm pretty sure her veins are full of fizzy cola, not blood." Her own brand is mostly healed, which was natural considering the murder suspects got theirs about a week before their putative rescuers.

"I suppose I was too specific. It shouldn't be 'Tribute' on our criminal record, should it? 'Not-Capitol,' maybe."
revvinguptheharley: (Harleen: rawr!)

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2014-08-20 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmpf!" She stood up straighter and glanced to Susannah "can you believe this guy Susie? As if being beaten even more senseless then I already am wasn't enough. Now the Capitol is sending homely guys to say we 're ugly? No class! No class at all! I'll have you know I was runner up in the. "Ms. Arkham Asylum" beauty pageant"
dividedgirlofmine: (explain | to old kentucky)

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-09-02 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'm sure we've some value to you," Susannah says with a shrug. (She winces directly afterwards. There'd been a lot of bruising on that shoulder.) "People don't tend to own things that are completely worthless. But I think it'd be accurate to say that people who aren't Capitol aren't worth as much individually as people who are. I think the traditional ratio is five of us make three of you? Something like that? But I suppose I am complaining. Incarceration tends to put me in a rotten mood. What did you want to talk about, Mr...?"
revvinguptheharley: (Default)

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2014-09-02 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
In all comedy there is a time for silence, and while normally Harley can't find that time with both hands and a highlighter, she's silent enough to let the man introduce himself.
dividedgirlofmine: (extra | we had beans and bread)

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-09-19 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"No," Susannah says, "I suppose they wouldn't be. They think I'm a murderess--or at least a suspected one. They know I'm capable of killing. They've seen me do it in the arena. I didn't kill her, Mr Glass. I'm guilty of nothing beyond loving a wanted man."

Well, and being part of the rebellion, but she wasn't going to mention that.
revvinguptheharley: (Harley: Do you see what I see?)

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2014-09-19 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
"And more to the point...who cares?" Harley chirped up from her corner. She curled into a ball and began rolling around the room slowly, wincing with every roll.

"No one liked Penny did they? She was a creep even by my standards. Heck I was probably one of the only people who was nice to her and even I didn't like her that much. I mean sure some of that was because of her job but she fed on that fear. It was like a drug to her and she indulged as often as possible." Here she pouted her lips at Mr. Glass.

"Did you know she used to go to the park on her days off and poison the little critters?"