samson: (:S)
Brock Fucking Samson ([personal profile] samson) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-10-04 11:02 pm

[open] I saw my old friend Gabriel down the perimeter ringing a bell

Who| Brock Samson and YOU
What| Drinking and thinking (mostly drinking)
Where| Various bars, he is basically doing a bar crawl
When| RIGHT NOW I mean at night I guess
Warnings/Notes| alcohol...

This whole thing is kind of stupid. Annoying? Yeah, sure, but also stupid. It's more stupid than annoying, truth be told.

The way Brock dealt with most stupid things is generally by punching it in the face. He can't really do that to an idea and a concept though, much to his frustration, so he's just drinking instead. Sure. That's a decent enough compromise. If he can't punch shit, he'll just get loaded until he can better process everything.

Then he will punch shit.

He managed to find the least-dumb looking clothes available to him, ones that aren't decked out in sequins or feathers or holographic whatevers. Apparently plain T-shirts aren't befitting a Tribute, but like fuck he actually cares about that right now. He is anticipating not caring about it ever, to be honest, but one step at a time.

Most of the bars here are, like, stupid clubs with stupid names and stupid drinks with actual pounds of glitter poured into them. He can be found at any bar throughout the Capitol, getting progressively more drunk because that's how he do, but he doesn't spend much time at any of them.

Later in the night, he'll be at the Central Commons in the Tribute Center, and then when that gets too annoying, he goes up to the roof. Naturally, with a bottle of beer because whatever. Who's going to stop him? Seriously.

Though to be honest, maybe that would actually be helpful. He'd get to punch somebody, at least.
gardienne: (cheeky smile)

[personal profile] gardienne 2014-11-12 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Eponine shrugs and stands up. "I am too scared to question any more. They have killed everyone I love to shut me up. I will do as they wish." She pulls her hood tighter about her head.

"And for now, they will wish me in the Tower and in my room. I am not supposed to go out at night no more. They send a Peacekeeper for me. But it was nice meeting you, Sir."