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thecapitol2014-09-19 03:18 pm
futilecycle) wrote in thecapitol2014-09-19 03:18 pm
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[OPEN] You don't want to be around when it all goes down
WHO | Sigma and Eponine, Sigma and Wyatt; Sigma Klim and YOU!
WHAT | Reactions, emotional and political, to Eva's blackout.
WHERE | All around the Tribute Tower, inside and outside.
WHEN | Immediately after Eva's final announcement.
WARNINGS/NOTES | Absolutely looking for people on both ends of the spectrum to tag in! Suspicious Pro-Capitol people, suspicious pro-Rebellion people, I'm game for everything.
When the last of the lights blinked out, Sigma's was left staring witlessly into a black room.
He stood stiffly, a hand hovering over his lips, expression frozen. Instinctively Sigma denied what he had just seen. His nerves had been on edge since his death in the Arena- his treatment had certainly not helped with the matter- and it took him some time to summon the strength to accept that the woman who had comforted him when he had needed it most, the woman who had been a mother to a child he considered his own, his one true friend and ally, was gone. It takes a long while, digging his nails into his arms and hunched over in a chair, before the prickling of tears in his eye leaves him. In the darkness his gaze searches for the bedside table on which he kept his mementos: soon there would be one more memorial among them. One of a woman far braver than he had ever been, he who greedily clung to his miserable life.
Sigma took a deep breath. He could not do nothing as Eva was sent to her grave. It was time to make an impression on both sides - preferably leaving his support for the Capitol for when the lights came back on.
He quickly disassembled the expensive frame he had placed by his bed, folding the photograph inside into neat quarters. He needed to find Eponine. He needed to find Wyatt. Either one of them was suspect to leave the tower immediately- one for the sake of apologizing for her mother, the other to make her sacrifice count- and Sigma would have to work quickly to locate them both before it was too late. If he failed now, there would be no second chances, no reprieve from the Capitol's cameras.
As soon as he had gathered the nerve, Sigma was out his door like a shot, the photo of his own son tucked neatly into his breast pocket.
WHAT | Reactions, emotional and political, to Eva's blackout.
WHERE | All around the Tribute Tower, inside and outside.
WHEN | Immediately after Eva's final announcement.
WARNINGS/NOTES | Absolutely looking for people on both ends of the spectrum to tag in! Suspicious Pro-Capitol people, suspicious pro-Rebellion people, I'm game for everything.
When the last of the lights blinked out, Sigma's was left staring witlessly into a black room.
He stood stiffly, a hand hovering over his lips, expression frozen. Instinctively Sigma denied what he had just seen. His nerves had been on edge since his death in the Arena- his treatment had certainly not helped with the matter- and it took him some time to summon the strength to accept that the woman who had comforted him when he had needed it most, the woman who had been a mother to a child he considered his own, his one true friend and ally, was gone. It takes a long while, digging his nails into his arms and hunched over in a chair, before the prickling of tears in his eye leaves him. In the darkness his gaze searches for the bedside table on which he kept his mementos: soon there would be one more memorial among them. One of a woman far braver than he had ever been, he who greedily clung to his miserable life.
Sigma took a deep breath. He could not do nothing as Eva was sent to her grave. It was time to make an impression on both sides - preferably leaving his support for the Capitol for when the lights came back on.
He quickly disassembled the expensive frame he had placed by his bed, folding the photograph inside into neat quarters. He needed to find Eponine. He needed to find Wyatt. Either one of them was suspect to leave the tower immediately- one for the sake of apologizing for her mother, the other to make her sacrifice count- and Sigma would have to work quickly to locate them both before it was too late. If he failed now, there would be no second chances, no reprieve from the Capitol's cameras.
As soon as he had gathered the nerve, Sigma was out his door like a shot, the photo of his own son tucked neatly into his breast pocket.
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But Sigma's words quieten her. She has to be the Capitol's star. She has to look like she's on their side, especially now. She has to make everybody hate her for that. She has to, to save their lives, like Eva's saved her life. She has to, to be brave and strong like her mother. But at Sigma's request, she shakes her head.
"I'm not going to let her die alone. I'm not going to leave her alone. I won't let her be frightened. I want to hold her hand when they kill her so she knows that someone is on her side. Don't ask me, Sigma, for I love you too, and I do not want to lie and say I will stay here. Please. Help me find my Mama. She leans in, hugging him close, but in the process, she puts her mouth to his ear, forgetting that the networks are down.
"They think you are one of them. Use that to show me where she is. Please. Please don't let her die alone, for it is so frightening."
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Whispering may not be necessary, but he lowers his voice for his own sense of security. "I will try," he promises. "Leave it to me, my little girl. I will find out what happened to her. But I will be most convincing on my own." He watches her, his eyes pleading. "Stay safe. Both sides will be out for blood and many will die tonight. At least promise me you will not be one of them."
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"I just want to say goodbye. Please. And... just in case... I love you, Papa."
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But Sigma does not want to make the mistake of failing to say his goodbyes, either. "I love you, too," he says emphatically. "So much, Eponine. You are precious to me." He returns her hug as if it would be the last time he could touch her.
He wants to freeze time here, right here.
"Goodbye, my little girl."
He releases her and slowly gets to his feet. From here on out, a single mistake will kill either of them, and he must force his legs to move away from her.