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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.
Rooftop
Of course, when she turns around and sees someone sitting on one of the benches, she can't help but yelp and jump slightly. "When'd you get here?"
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"That's a question with multiple answers. But up on the roof, ten, fifteen minutes ago?"
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Things that would also make her a total hypocrite because she's done the exact same thing to Jane for shits and giggles.
"And I didn't even notice you? Wow, epic fail on my part." She offers him a sheepish grin in return. "What about overall? I think I would've noticed you in the murderlympics."
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Just watching her reaction to being surprised. It's not his fault it's a funny one.
"Nah, not quite epic. I've been working on my ninja skills." He gives a slightly amused huff. "Murderlympics, that's a good one. I'll remember it. But you're right there, I just got here today."
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"Well then, A+ ninjaing." She gives a playful eyebrow waggle in response to his huff. "Oooh, fresh meat." So, yeah, most of this is Darcy posturing and trying to come across as cool. And...okay, she isn't doing as great at it as she wishes she could, but it's worth the attempt. "At least they're giving you some downtime instead of tossing you right in." Not that she has any personal experience with that or anything.
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"Another one to go on the report card." There's a wry smile at that. "Yeah, at least there's that. Small favors, right?" Sam shakes his head. "Were you one of the ones tossed in?"
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But for the time being, she's going to ease up on the snark to try to have a legit conversation, which is a truly crazy thought. "Yup," she says, popping the p. "Apparently they tossed me in a couple days after it started. I missed iceplosions and a huge clusterfuck and Captain America making a huge speech, from what I've heard." Darcy laughs slightly, "Figures. I mean, not that I'm upset that I missed most of it, but dude, Captain America making a huge speech. That'd be pretty cool to hear."
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His eyebrows raise a little when she mentions Captain America. Sam's heard about his speech in the arena, but most of the people he's met here just called him Steve, or Rogers. Except the ones who're actually from his world.
"I've heard it, and yeah, it is pretty damn cool. I'm still not convinced he doesn't write them down ahead of time, though." He stands, sidling closer to offer her his hand. "Sam Wilson."
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"I'm pretty sure he popped out fully capable of making rousing, patriotic speeches." And she will continue believing this until she's told otherwise. She takes his hand in his and gives it a friendly shake. "Darcy Lewis. So what brings you up here?"
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"Up here's better than in there, at the moment. At least there's something like fresh air out here."
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She laughs slightly. "What, you mean you don't appreciate their 100% pure, slightly minty oxygen? I am shocked."
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Not that he has anything against Thor; he’d consider him likely a good guy just based on his association with Steve, but still. Gods.
“Is that where the mint was coming from? I just thought I’d gotten a little too aggressive with the mouthwash this morning.”
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Dude, if he thinks gods are overwhelming, he shouldn't even think about the possibility of evil Keebler elves. Evil, super douchey, Keebler elves.
"It's probably to keep off the off-worlder, non-Capitolized smell."