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thecapitol2014-10-02 05:51 pm
sizeofyourbaggage) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-02 05:51 pm
[OPEN]
Who| Sam Wilson + open!
What| Trying to figure out wtf is going on after just arriving
Where| Around the Training Center
When| After the arena
Warnings| none yet!
None of this was what Sam'd expected when he woke up on that cot, and was all but dragged out of the room by a group of guards. Not that he had all that much experience with kidnapping or being taken prisoner, but he was pretty sure they didn't normally include a kickass suite and free run of not only pretty much the whole building, but whatever city they were in. And he was definitely sure prisoners usually didn't get handed a map of the damn place and a credit card.
It didn't make him feel at all better about being grabbed, of course. If anything, their determination in treating him like he was supposed to be some kind of honored guest was making him twitchy, almost as twitchy as being told he'd been picked up off the streets to fight to the death like some kind of gladiator.
...it's also making him wary about just how good their security has to be, if they're actually letting prisoners have free range like that. Not enough not to test it, but definitely wary. So he waits a little bit after the guards leave him alone, exploring the room and giving them long enough to actually get gone, if they're really going. Then he's out, intent on seeing just how much leeway he has, and if he can figure out where he really is.
District 5 Suite
His first stop is the rest of the suite they'd dropped him off in, of course. He lingers in the kitchen - not really for food, though he is kind of hungry. At the moment, he's not willing to risk eating anything that might be available, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to check it out.
Which is why he's opening cabinets and peering in the fridge, eyeing the kitchen knives he'd found and wondering if they'd do anything if he grabbed one to keep on him.
Training Center
He has to admit, the place that gives the building its name isn't bad. In fact, it's pretty damn good, if he'd had a place like this back home, he'd probably have been there every day. It makes sense, he guesses, to give them access to a place like this, if they're supposed to be gearing up to participate in a battle to the death. But it also means their captors are either stupid or really, really good, and he doubts it's the first.
Rooftop
By the time he makes it up to the top of the roof, he's feeling a little overwhelmed. He'd gone up to clear his head a little, get some air, but he's not up there long before he's wondering if it wasn't a bad idea. Just looking out towards the edge makes him miss his wings; he sure as hell could use them right about now.
He stays anyway, sitting on one of the benches to look up at the sky, and keep an eye out for any fellow prisoners - or any of their captors - that might be up there as well.
What| Trying to figure out wtf is going on after just arriving
Where| Around the Training Center
When| After the arena
Warnings| none yet!
None of this was what Sam'd expected when he woke up on that cot, and was all but dragged out of the room by a group of guards. Not that he had all that much experience with kidnapping or being taken prisoner, but he was pretty sure they didn't normally include a kickass suite and free run of not only pretty much the whole building, but whatever city they were in. And he was definitely sure prisoners usually didn't get handed a map of the damn place and a credit card.
It didn't make him feel at all better about being grabbed, of course. If anything, their determination in treating him like he was supposed to be some kind of honored guest was making him twitchy, almost as twitchy as being told he'd been picked up off the streets to fight to the death like some kind of gladiator.
...it's also making him wary about just how good their security has to be, if they're actually letting prisoners have free range like that. Not enough not to test it, but definitely wary. So he waits a little bit after the guards leave him alone, exploring the room and giving them long enough to actually get gone, if they're really going. Then he's out, intent on seeing just how much leeway he has, and if he can figure out where he really is.
District 5 Suite
His first stop is the rest of the suite they'd dropped him off in, of course. He lingers in the kitchen - not really for food, though he is kind of hungry. At the moment, he's not willing to risk eating anything that might be available, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to check it out.
Which is why he's opening cabinets and peering in the fridge, eyeing the kitchen knives he'd found and wondering if they'd do anything if he grabbed one to keep on him.
Training Center
He has to admit, the place that gives the building its name isn't bad. In fact, it's pretty damn good, if he'd had a place like this back home, he'd probably have been there every day. It makes sense, he guesses, to give them access to a place like this, if they're supposed to be gearing up to participate in a battle to the death. But it also means their captors are either stupid or really, really good, and he doubts it's the first.
Rooftop
By the time he makes it up to the top of the roof, he's feeling a little overwhelmed. He'd gone up to clear his head a little, get some air, but he's not up there long before he's wondering if it wasn't a bad idea. Just looking out towards the edge makes him miss his wings; he sure as hell could use them right about now.
He stays anyway, sitting on one of the benches to look up at the sky, and keep an eye out for any fellow prisoners - or any of their captors - that might be up there as well.
d5
Still, as a Mentor he does like to take care of the fact that he's making good impressions with everyone and his tributes in particular are important to win trust from. He really doesn't look like someone who has any sort of business winning a murder game, especially when he pads into the kitchen and peers curiously at Sam before addressing him.
"Hello?" He quirks a confused brow, but he's still smiling sympathetically at the stranger. "You must be new here- in District Five, I take it?"
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"Yeah, that's what I've been told. No idea what that really means."
It's definitely a opening for more information, and Sam's really hoping he takes it.
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"I imagine they at least told you the gist of why they've brought us here, haven't they? It might make it easier for me to help you if you tell me what you do know." He suggests, then he straightens a little as if he's forgotten something and holds out a hand. "I'm Hans by the way. I'm a mentor, but I'm not a native like Azula. In fact, I like to use the term very loosely." He likes to give the impression that he's bewildered by what goes on here and not resigned to it.
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Sam takes his hand, grip firm and friendly. "Sam," he returns. "They called this place Panem, said they brought us here to fight each other to the death in the Hunger Games. We've got the run of the building here and the city. I've got a district, a score, and apparently I'm honored to be here."
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"That's the gist of it, really. The more apparent your apparent honor is, the more popular you are. You'll want to leave a good impression wherever you go and if you're lucky, you'll earn sponsors who will want to see you do well. They'll send you whatever they can to help you win, things like water and first aid kits in particular." He pauses a moment to let that sink in.
"Which brings me to the fact that Arenas are themed. Mazes, museums and abandoned cities have popped up in the past. There's also the fact that you can watch most everything that happened on tape, but that's only if you have a strong stomach." He'll pause again, giving Sam a sympathetic smile.
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There's not going to be anything as simple as focusing on the mission or getting the guy you're after out alive at all costs, here.
"Themed. Of course. Guessing we don't get much of a clue ahead of time what the next theme's going to be?" He pauses, considering, then adds, "How good of a first aid kit are we talking?"
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He says that airily, following it with a slight roll of his eyes. It had been a terribly embarrassing experience, but he won't dwell on it long. "I'm afraid that's a matter of opinion. Comparatively speaking, I'm from a very long time ago. It was impressive enough to me, but it could be like a child's toy to you."
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At that, Sam lets out a soft exhale, then quirks a slight smile. "Guess I'll hope it's good enough to use, but not so advanced that I don't know what to do with it. Do they let us look at the the kind of things we might get in there?"
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Hans finds this conversation moves quite easily, and he's glad. District Five has a reputation for.. spirited members. Spirited covering a whole manner of traits, of course.
"You can see quite a few things in the training center, but I can't promise it will be there. It's worth taking a look at, at least. You might find someone to spar with as well." He offers him a smile. "Do you know anyone from your world here?"