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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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"I do not know what it is you plan to do tonight, but I wish you luck," he admits. "And, I ask you forgive me; for what I have done and what I will continue to do." Things could have gone very differently if Sigma had not been blinded by his emotions, both for his own world and for this one. It was very likely that another universe existed where the two of them had been friends and Sigma had accomplished more alongside Wyatt than he had done alone, but so long as the Capitol suppressed his powers, it was a lost opportunity that he could only imagine. He laughs bitterly, shaking his head; "I have already asked too much of you. I will give you more time to consider your answer. Goodbye, Wyatt Earp."
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He released him after and started to move past... but then, with a breath, turned back.
"Mind yerself, Doc," he told him. "An' mind those little ones, as best ya can. Things I expect are goin' get worse, before they get better."