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thecapitol2014-10-08 08:58 pm
notdavinci) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-08 08:58 pm
i rode past destruction in the ditches
Who|What| Siroc got killed by a roomba and returned to a police state and Peacekeepers who dislike his search for knowledge. Fun.
Where| Various
When| Post Arena, Pre Crowning
Warnings/Notes| Violence in the form of beating, mostly.
Honestly, Siroc's first thoughts upon waking up in the Capitol post blackout had largely consisted of attempting to navigate the technology in this place. If someone had been able to do that, shutting off the grid completely, surely there were other things to be done here, even if he had no purpose for the lot of them. It wasn't as if he wanted to help in any rebellions, per say, but there were many things Siroc wanted to know, and what better place to start than in the suites themselves.
The science of the capitol was fascinating and the potential application for all of this, should he be able to recreate it, if he ever managed to get home had been pretty fascinating when he'd gotten started, but a few too many questions no one liked, and yet another attempt to figure out the en suite monitors, and experimenting with the wires leading out from them had gotten him a visit from a few peacekeepers who hadn't been so excited about Siroc's attempt to further his education. In fact, given the circumstances, they'd decided to express their opinion of his destruction via a doubled up, and now useless, extension cord.
After that little experience, it had seemed like a better idea to show his face in public, and to stop hiding it behind any of the few books he'd been able to find and read. If he looked like he had other interests, was properly subservient when it came to the Peacekeepers stationed on the street, then maybe they'd believe that his attempts hadn't been meant in anything but the pursuit of knowledge, and of furthering his studies here. That he wished to devote his life to science, here, should he ever become a victor. They all were true, except the last one, after all.
For now, instead of hiding and, and licking his wounds, Siroc could be found making his way throughout the capitol, pausing every now and then for coffee, or wandering through the park, mostly lost in thought. If his shoulders were a little hunched, and he seemed a bit subdued, even for him, if there was a little of the man he thought he'd left behind around him, well, that was what they wanted, wasn't it?
Where| Various
When| Post Arena, Pre Crowning
Warnings/Notes| Violence in the form of beating, mostly.
Honestly, Siroc's first thoughts upon waking up in the Capitol post blackout had largely consisted of attempting to navigate the technology in this place. If someone had been able to do that, shutting off the grid completely, surely there were other things to be done here, even if he had no purpose for the lot of them. It wasn't as if he wanted to help in any rebellions, per say, but there were many things Siroc wanted to know, and what better place to start than in the suites themselves.
The science of the capitol was fascinating and the potential application for all of this, should he be able to recreate it, if he ever managed to get home had been pretty fascinating when he'd gotten started, but a few too many questions no one liked, and yet another attempt to figure out the en suite monitors, and experimenting with the wires leading out from them had gotten him a visit from a few peacekeepers who hadn't been so excited about Siroc's attempt to further his education. In fact, given the circumstances, they'd decided to express their opinion of his destruction via a doubled up, and now useless, extension cord.
After that little experience, it had seemed like a better idea to show his face in public, and to stop hiding it behind any of the few books he'd been able to find and read. If he looked like he had other interests, was properly subservient when it came to the Peacekeepers stationed on the street, then maybe they'd believe that his attempts hadn't been meant in anything but the pursuit of knowledge, and of furthering his studies here. That he wished to devote his life to science, here, should he ever become a victor. They all were true, except the last one, after all.
For now, instead of hiding and, and licking his wounds, Siroc could be found making his way throughout the capitol, pausing every now and then for coffee, or wandering through the park, mostly lost in thought. If his shoulders were a little hunched, and he seemed a bit subdued, even for him, if there was a little of the man he thought he'd left behind around him, well, that was what they wanted, wasn't it?