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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.

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The salute gets a smirk, though he doesn't respond to it otherwise.

All right, note to self, the food in the fridge is probably safe. Maybe not from food thieves, but that hadn't exactly been what Sam was worried about.

He's a lot more interested in the second part of what the guy has to say, about why the guards - Peacekeepers - are looking more at them lately. "Yeah, I dig. What happened recently?"

It's easier to keep up a better mood when others are at it too. Maybe it's just a mirroring thing, or a new way of serving without meaning to. Feels natural though, so, he figures it to be alright.

Further, if he's willing to here on for it he's less likely to be a risk. Good in his damn books.

"Bitch Peacekeeper got her ass culled. SPENT ALL TOO DAMN LORDING OVER HER PETS AND DIDN'T BE GETTING READY AT FOR NO BITE-BACK. But Capitol did. ROUNDED UP A TON OF US AND OURS, RIGHT PROPER INQUISITION. Some of our ilk didn't like that none. DIDN'T GET NO INTEREST PERSONAL IN WATCHING MY FRIENDS GO TO NO EXECUTIONS WITHOUT ME. Just downright uncouth of them, yo. SO THE LOT OF US BROKE THEIR ASSES OUT AND RAN. Lasted a week my ownself. SOME GOT FOR BRANDING AND ALL SUCHLIKE. Think it might just be him what got avoxed..." A beat of silence follows that.

He lifts his wrist up to show a metal cufflink. "IF THEY AIN'T GOT A BURN, THEY SHOULD HAVE AT FOR THIS. All sorts of disobedience in this bitch, had to get punished." He stares off then pops a bit more fish in his mouth. "SO THEY'S BEING PISSED NOW CAUSE THEY DIDN'T LIKE NONE OF NO REBELLION. Especially since on after that noise some Mentor got showing color true and dealed out a whole blackout all over. HEAR IT GOT ROWDY RUCCOUS UP AND ON, NO SURVEILLANCE GOING. I was in arena still for that though. STILL GOT BEING A SERF TO THEM AND THEY." He laughs without humor.

He leans forward a little, listening quietly - partly because it takes a bit to sort some of it out, given this guy's, uh. Unique way of speaking.

But he thinks he's got it. Some of the prisoners killed one of the guards, and were facing execution. Others broke them out and tried to make a break for it, and got caught. And punished - or in this case, marked. So, yeah. Fancy trappings aside, looks like their captors are just as dangerous as Sam'd been thinking.

"What happened to the people who were supposed to be executed?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "This ain't Alternia. AIN'T LIKE HIS HOMEWORLD AS LIKE HE THOUGHT IT WAS. He got assumption as for their cull but ain't none of it came. JUST TORTURE AND ARENAS ON AGAIN. Only fucker what got killed was this stone kid. FORGET HIS NAME, BUT HEAR HE WENT DOWN BY AS JUST GETTING SHOT. They never figured on out who all did it, never got their executions done proper. LEAST, THEY FIGURE IT WAS THE KID." He rolls his eyes to show how much he believes that. He fought that guy. Motherfucker was not the stealthy stabbing type.

"Betting that's why as peacekeepers is being even more pissed. AIN'T NONE GOT WHAT WAS WANTED FOR. We ain't had proper execution some time now. LAST ONE WHAT HE RECALLS WAS ARIADNE. You want for his opinion, she got sold out by her own kind. BUT CAPITOL SAW HER A LONE REBEL UP ANYWAY AND PUT HER DOWN SWIFT. Nice ass poison what's all being at to break you down, just the fuck apart, let this brother tell at you it ain't a thing what's to be wanting repeat experience on." He laughs ruefully.

"SO THAT'S BEING THE SITUATIONALS. Them what was interrogated early's all got the burns, and a few what failed their breaking outs too. THEY'RE STILL BEING AROUND. But I ain't sure why as all we ain't been killed yet anyway. WIPED DISTRICT THREE UP IN ENTIRETY NOT TOO THE FUCK LONG AGO. Killed a couple avoxes but nobody's got giving a shit up about them." It's clear in his tone that, in his opinion, someone should.

This guy's talkative. In an extremely strange way, sure, but that doesn't bother Sam. Talkative is good, right now, because the more he knows about what's going on, the better.

Most of that, he files away. It's politics, of course it's politics. He should have known there'd be absolutely nothing simple about this kidnapping. And all of it is good to know, even from this guy's perspective.

"Avoxes?" It's one of a few terms he doesn't recognize, but the way he'd sounded when he mentioned it means that's what Sam focuses on. Well, that, and: "You said the surveillance was gone, I'm guessing it's back?"

"FAR AS THIS BROTHER BE AT TO THE KNOWING OF IT, AIN'T NO WHERE WHAT'S BEING ANYWHERE THAT CAPITOL AIN'T GOT GANDERBULB NOR HEARCARTILAGE UP INS. Ain't all being much secrecy up in here," He says with a not-all-that-stable kind of laugh. The "much" may be an understatement, what with all the conspiracy, but better to make clear his personal life wouldn't be personal than not.

"TALK ON THE FUCK TOO MUCH AS WHAT BE IN WAY THEY DON'T GET LIKING FOR AND YOU WANT BE AT TO TALKING AT ALL." He does a zipping motion over his lips. "Avoxes are them what have done wrong by the Capitol, a thing what they are made into after their disobedience comes to head. THEY ARE MUTE. Robbed of tongue and talk and person. THEY ARE HERE ONLY TO SERVE AND WILL DO SO AT ALL COST. You will see them about, here in the tower. THEY CLEAN UP AFTER ANY AND ALL MESS WHAT BE MADE, AMONG OTHER THINGS."

He frowns suddenly, face going all of seriousness. He makes sure to hold the man's gaze as he says, in low tones, "Speaking from motherfucking experience, if you give a damn, I'd not try to interfere with their work or try to speak with them. IT WILL ONLY PUT THEM TO MORE TROUBLE. More fear. OR DEATH. An avox feels best when left to their work." Until such a time they can be pulled from it long enough for the conditioning to wear. That being a trial of it's own, such a thing only happened to those like him, who were both tribute and avox.

And with that, his eyes go down back to his fish and he pops in more just to savor actually being able to taste again. He gives a pleased little hum for it, deliberately making noise because he can.

Sam makes a slight face at that. "Kind of figured, but thanks for the confirmation." Of course, if their captors are going to give them then run of the city, they'd have eyes and ears on them at all times. It's a prison with the illusion of freedom, excellent.

And the the guy goes into more detail about the avoxes, and he can feel himself starting to get a little angry, the longer he goes on. He shouldn't be surprised, that people who'd grab others off the side of the road and put them in a fight to the death would do something like that, but it still makes his skin crawl. Especially that they're going to be around here, forced to clean up after him, and there's no part of Sam that's okay with that.

His jaw is tight when the guy turns serious and holds his gaze, but Sam still listens. Thinks it over, lets out a breath, and nods. "Yeah, okay, I'll bow to your experience."

He's planning on doing as little potentially stupid things as possible until he gets a better handle on things, that's probably one of them.

He looks back up to Sam and grins. Motherfucker ain't going at to cause no problems that's always being a good thing what to get hear on for.

"BITCHIN'," He says. "You'll get on just motherfucking fine, you will. CAPITOL WILL BE AS TO FUCK WITH YOU MORE THAN A LITTLE BUT IF YOU KEEP YOU NUG BONE ON FIRM, AIN'T NO PROBLEM'S WILL GET AT COMING TO YOU. Good motherfucking luck."

And all then he remembers himself. He adds, "CAN CALL ME THE INITIATE, BY THE MOTHERFUCKING BY."

He quirks a smile. "Thanks," he says wryly. For saying he'll get on fine, and for the good luck - both should seem kind of strange considering they're going up against each other in a death battle, but it doesn't take being here long to see that there's way more to this than that.

"Sam," he returns. "Appreciate the advice, man."

Far more going on than was making enemy of goddamn everybody. Rebellion, politic, and ain't like there was even high odds of surviving the arenas as all it was. Took him way too long as to learn that but better late than never.

"Ain't no thing up at all, brother Sam," He laughs. "GOOD AS TO HAVE SOMEONE SENSIBLE UP IN THIS DISTRICT OURS." Which was a district lacking sanity at best.

Sam can't help but chuckle at that. "Yeah, that's me, the sensible one. You know anyone who needs sense talked into them, you just point them my way."

Says the guy who's been making some possibly not quite that sensible decisions lately getting involved with superheroes, but that's beside the point.

Well, there were worse things what to get involved in.

"He'll write up a motherfucking list, how all's that sound?" He jokes. "ALPHABETICAL OR IN ORDER OF WHO'S AT BEING TROUBLESOME, NOW THERE'S A QUESTION."

And another chuckle at that. "I'd say who's being most troublesome, but here, I have a feeling it'll be hard to rank them. Make it alphabetical of the most urgent cases, you can tape it on my door," he jokes back.

"Done and motherfucking done, bro," He laughs, shaking his head. "HOPE YOU'S READY FOR ONE MOTHERFUCKING HELL OF A LIST."

Alright, he can't pick at this fish much more than he has. He best get to cleaning. He rises up-- coming to tower over Sam at seven feet and then horns on top, while still looking like a teenager somehow-- and takes his business on at to the sink.

"I'll see you around, brother," He says.

"Always up for a challenge."

He'd been joking initially, but now he kind of wonders if he is going to wake up one day to find a list of names outside his room.

Sam nods, abandoning his search of the kitchen. "See you around."

Might as well see what else the building has to offer.

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