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thecapitol2014-10-07 06:18 pm
celebrityskinned) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-07 06:18 pm
In Every Atom, Broken, Is a Name [OPEN]
WHO| Venus Dee Milo and open
WHAT| Venus shows people where the blind spots are.
WHERE| The corner of Castor and Juvenal.
WHEN| After Lonestar's post.
WARNINGS| Likely some mentions of torture and suicide.
Venus does the perfect approximation of just lounging at a bus stop, playing on her network device and checking her receipt for all the things she bought at the jewelry store. Capitol citizens passing by pay her no mind, except to sneer at the brand across her cheek. She knows she should be wearing it like a badge, but no amount of conviction seems able to stop her wincing every time that look of disgust crosses someone's face.
She feels strangely detached, as if she's spent all of her energy either in berating herself for her laundry list of recent mistakes or in acting like they haven't brought her down. She knows that there's chaos around her, and yet she feels like the shrapnel and debris in the air misses her, that the wind doesn't touch her. She knows that she should feel the hum in the earth as the water behind the dam reaches a breaking point, and yet there's nothing. Nothing but the sun beating on her face, her scarred, ugly face.
She's accomplished nothing here. Even Wyatt and Maximus' safety was incidental to anything she did. She has a fistful of locations where someone, anyone might go forth and make fire with a spark that she's to dim to light.
She sits there, browsing some tabloid on her device, and she waits.
WHAT| Venus shows people where the blind spots are.
WHERE| The corner of Castor and Juvenal.
WHEN| After Lonestar's post.
WARNINGS| Likely some mentions of torture and suicide.
Venus does the perfect approximation of just lounging at a bus stop, playing on her network device and checking her receipt for all the things she bought at the jewelry store. Capitol citizens passing by pay her no mind, except to sneer at the brand across her cheek. She knows she should be wearing it like a badge, but no amount of conviction seems able to stop her wincing every time that look of disgust crosses someone's face.
She feels strangely detached, as if she's spent all of her energy either in berating herself for her laundry list of recent mistakes or in acting like they haven't brought her down. She knows that there's chaos around her, and yet she feels like the shrapnel and debris in the air misses her, that the wind doesn't touch her. She knows that she should feel the hum in the earth as the water behind the dam reaches a breaking point, and yet there's nothing. Nothing but the sun beating on her face, her scarred, ugly face.
She's accomplished nothing here. Even Wyatt and Maximus' safety was incidental to anything she did. She has a fistful of locations where someone, anyone might go forth and make fire with a spark that she's to dim to light.
She sits there, browsing some tabloid on her device, and she waits.
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"I understand," he says. He does: Carlos knows a lot, and won't share anything with her that would endanger her or anyone else. "But -- listen, Venus, don't be too hard on yourself about it. Okay? The Capitol has been torturing people for a very long time, and getting people to break? Is something they're really good at."
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What she's learned is that decentralization is the most important in a revolution where even the tacticians don't have the chance to stay in the back.
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"I know. I've been on their radar since that maze Arena." His tone is longsuffering; if he had known both how futile the rescue attempt would be and how much trouble it would get him into, he never would have done it.
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Venus turns to Carlos with faux-pep.
"You wanna be my gay friend and do my makeup?" she asks, a little too loud for a confidential conversation, keeping the wincing to herself as she banks on the Capitolites buying a stereotype. "I'm pretty sure my smokey-eye's more like a shiner."
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Give him a moment to figure out how to respond to that.
"...do I look like I know how to do makeup?" is what he asks, disbelieving. "Try one of the drag queens. You'll probably have better luck with them."
let me know if this is too godmodey!
And she grabs his arm and starts to practically drag him to the hallway with the restrooms.
thanks for checking, but you're good!