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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.
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And he can't even believe those are his options, because that sounds like the plot to a bad sci-fi movie.
Then again, he's the guy with metal wings who's friends with a supersoldier and a master spy, so he guesses he can't really talk.
"Those'd be the guards, right? I'm guessing there's still a lot more of them than there is us." Not that either of them haven't seen those odds before, but not in something like this. "...five months, really? I've got more to catch up on than I thought."
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"Not only more than us, but with the means to subdue myself and Thor," because he knows that's a decent measure for his friend of these people's skills. They aren't messing around, he hasn't been stuck here twiddling his thumbs for the last five months.
"I'll help you catch up, there's more than you can imagine, but to start, best to remember we're under constant surveillance, eyes and ears everywhere. And this place, well, let's just say Hydra would be jealous."
This place is so much of everything they were trying to stop Hydra from accomplishing back home. Tyrannical government that has everyone under their thumb, trying to get rid of anyone who stands up too loud, making games of people's lives.
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"...shit," he sums up eloquently. He'd never thought for a second that Steve would have just sat around for five months - he's sure there's some kind of goal, and that the situation calls for thinking long term instead of just a quick escape - but that just hits it home.
"Out of the frying pan and into the fire, huh?" Not that he thought their stunt with the hellicarriers had taken Hydra out for good, he knew they were in for some more battles there, but - worse than Hydra? "People've been chatty, about the arenas, but I figured there was a hell of a lot more to this place than that."
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Not helpless though, it's just a long, patient fight.
He gives a nod, yeah this place is much more than just the arena. "How about I tell you all you want to know over a drink?" Steve starts to unwrap his hands as he says it. "Though, don't be shocked if our being seen together catches attention," he looks at him, a wry up turn of his lip, "tributes are celebrities and the rumors spread like wildfire."
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But he's here now, and he'll have to deal with it. Figuring out what Steve's been up to and where they're at is the best place he knows to start.
"Man, if I was worried about rumors or catching any kind of attention, I wouldn't have let you and Romanoff in my house." He has a feeling he gets what Steve means - people've told him that the Capitol has eyes everywhere, so watch what he does - but it doesn't change his opinion. "Sounds like a plan. You know the best place to get one around here?"