Stranger With My Face [OPEN]

[mediumdrip]

Who| Blaine and Anyone
What| After his work out with Sebastian, Blaine heads back up to his suite to change and meet his fellow Tributes. Then to a common area where he gets distracted by the Games and in particular one werewolf.
Where| Tribute Tower: District 2 Suites, Common Area
When| The day that Blaine comes back.
Warnings/Notes| Mostly opening this one up for District 2 shenanigans and having Blaine react to his face twin in the Games.

[In District 2 Suites]

Blaine had worked through most of his frustration over his situation by boxing with Sebastian. It had been surprisingly comforting. When he headed back up to District 2's suite he was a little overwhelmed by the beauty of everything around him. The technology here was fantastic. It was really a completely different world than the Arena and it drove home the fact that he wasn't home.

He showered, dressed in some of the clothes provided for him, and wandered around the Suite for a moment, taking it all in. He was a little unsettled by the silent people who were there for him to order around and he was curious about any of the other Tributes who were supposed to be representing the same District as him.


[In Common Area]

Eventually he found himself checking out the common areas too, wanting to take in his surroundings and figure out a general layout of the places in the Tower he had access too. It was towards later in the afternoon that he finally managed to have a complete meal without his stomach twisting up at the memory of dying.

The Games were being broad cast in the mess hall and he was half watching the projection until the announcers were talking about the newest Tributes. One of them Atticus, was being discussed when Blaine looked up. The sight of Atticus made Blaine drop his fork. There were even jokes, comparing the two of them. "Trust me, they're not the same person. Oh yes, that would be cheating wouldn't it?"

Great. So soon after dying, was he going to be stuck watching someone who looked so much like him die too? Could this place get any worse?

Suddenly his appetite was gone. He pushed his food away and watched the broad cast, taking in all of the news of how Atticus was faring in the Games. He couldn't help but find himself hoping that the other man survived.

Comments

[mediumdrip]

"It's okay. I'd like to think that if I found myself stuck in 1821 someone would be kind enough to show me around."

[greatestdetectiveaward]

"If you stayed as polite as you are now, I'm sure that would be no problem. Would you like to go now, or are you watching this...'television'?"

[mediumdrip]

"Sure. Let's ask an Escort for directions and head out." It might be a better idea for Blaine to pull himself away from the TV.

[greatestdetectiveaward]

Javert gets up, straightens the bottom of his shirt, and waits for Blaine to do all the leading. He likes following orders better.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine has to track down an escort and explain what he wants. It takes him a while to get directions to a library. When he finally does he memorizes them and then moves to Javert again. "Alright," he says. "Let's go. Let's see what we can find."

He's nervous about going out into the city, but he needs to face it eventually. At least with Javert he had goal in mind. That makes it easier.

[greatestdetectiveaward]

"Lead the way, good sir." Javert pulls out a notepad and a pen - handy little device, these pens, letting him write without needing to constantly dip for ink - and quickly sketches out the directions as told to him.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine is grateful to have something to focus on so he moves to find this library in question. He hopes they actually do have books there, considering how everything seems to want to be stored digitally, and that they'll have things in French. From his understanding, Europe doesn't exist anymore for them, though no one seems clear if it's actually gone or if they just lost contact with the people over there.