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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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"As your mentor it's my duty to help you as I was helped in my training. Combat as well social situations. Then once you are in the arena it's my duty to help people who want to support you send items to you. Medical supplies, food, water and sometimes more obscure items that come in surprisingly handy." She added.
"You will also be assigned an escort to help with the social obligations, and a personal stylist." A pause and she added "If they seem a little timid it's not you. It's the rest of our district. They tend to be a little rough with our staff."
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"Why do you want to help?"
It's not that he doesn't trust her to have their best interests at heart, it's... well, yeah, it's that he doesn't exactly trust her. And he wants to know, if she's doing this because it's her job to make them look good and give them a chance out there, if it's just duty, if she gains something if they win, or if there's something else there.
Not that he necessarily expects her to be honest, but he wants to see what her answer is.
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"I was a tribute once as well, that's how you get the position of mentor. You have to win. After that you are showered with wealth and respect. Honor and glory. On a less selfish note, the district who's tribute wins receives extra food rations until the next arena." she paused and added "Hence why they are called "The Hunger Games." She rolled her eyes at that.
"But I've had a year of mentoring people who don't particularly care if I help them one way or another and it's given me a new purpose. I take pride in my work helping to bring out the best in people. Helping them gain skills that keep them alive that much longer...it gives me a sense of pride I haven't known before."
It was a bit flowery yes and Diana would have made fun of her for it...but there it was.
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He watches her closely as he listens, eventually concluding that it's a little of all of the above. The wealth, honor, glory, and extra food would probably mean a lot more to someone who's actually from one of these districts instead of picked up from somewhere else, but he gets finding a purpose in mentoring people, in helping them gain the skills they need to thrive.
Sam nods. "I can get behind that." He tilts his head a little, considering again. "How's that shower of respect and honor treated you, so far?"
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"It waxes and wanes. One more then the other. The hearts and minds of the Capitol are fickle. Even in the districts they find it difficult to see a larger picture."
At least that's how she justifies it to herself.
"There's a reason I choose to live in the Capitol rather then returning home between arenas." she added in a bit of bitter humor.
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"Something besides the charming company of the Tributes, you mean? I'm sure we're all a pleasure to work with."
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"Though it pains me to admit it, as rude, selfish and difficult to work with as our tributes are, they are strong. And they fight hard. The ones who don't...well we just lost one recently who was a noted coward. I thought perhaps his speed would make him a contender but in the end he was just another memory."
A rather gloomy turn for the conversation to take.
"If you want a tributes point of view I would suggest becoming familiar with The Initiate or Shepard, they are our most socially and physically active tributes, though Venus is also very clever particularly about how to work a crowd. Diana is very clever and useful so long as you protect her. Do your best to avoid too much contact with Peacekeepers and some of the other mentors. Not all our previous winners are as charming and gentle as I am."
There's a smirk of self deprecation there because she knows she's only as gentle as she needs to be.
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But joking aside, he does listen to her assessment of their tributes, and her advice on who to check in with. It's good advice, and it sounds like it's coming from someone with enough experience to know what she's talking about. He could do worse than taking what she has to say to heart, he thinks.
He smirks back at that. "Charming and gentle, right, I'll remember that. Thanks, though. Appreciate the honesty."
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"You're going to be lied to almost every moment of every day from now until you are in the arena. The least I can do is offer a small amount of honesty to break up the flow of things."
This was also a lie. Azula was perfectly fine with stretching the truth to protect her tributes, but most of them were too smart to believe the capitol so rather then waste her time playing mental gymnastics she took the path of least resistance.
"In the arena people are more honest with themselves and each other. Alliances are tested, people will violate their standards faster then they can lower them. But for now we can enjoy the luxury the Capitol is offering you."
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Replace 'arena' with 'war,' and Sam knows a little something about that. He doesn't expect it to be anything like what he's experienced in the past, but it still sounds a little bit familiar.
He watches her for a moment longer, considering, then nods. "What do you need from me? If you're going to help me help myself in the arena and in getting support, it'll probably be easier if I go along with it."
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She's thinking about Shepard in this respect.
"Well we'll spend some time down in the training hall focusing on your skills and abilities. Your strengths and weaknesses, where we need to improve and what you're already prepared for." She began. "After that I'll have a better idea of the time of equipment and supplies to send you. Some tributes require more food and water where others are more successful if they are simply given a knife and a first aid kit."
"As for the rest of it, we've established your charm which will serve us well when you meet the public. Whenever you're out and about put your best face on. Some tributes find being stoic and closed off is a better tactic but if you're more comfortable being open and inviting to questions that's what you should do." A pause and she added "Though there's no reason you have to be honest with your answers."
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Still, the charm bit makes him grin a little. "I'll remember that." He can do closed off and stoic just as well as open, depending on the situation, but whatever he goes with - there's no way he's going to be honest.
"I can do a lot with a knife and a first aid kit," he adds, almost absently, then nods. "Let's do this, then. I'm willing to work with you." He doesn't say whatever it takes, because that's way too much of a promise to make here, but he leaves the implication there.
And we can wrap it up around here for now :)
"To us." she declared smugly before taking a much needed sip.
"You won't regret the co-operation." She promised practically beaming with self satisfaction. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to have a tribute trust her.