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thecapitol2014-10-10 06:40 pm
calledmenasir) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-10 06:40 pm
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When I ain't drinking, baby
WHO| Nasir and anyone who wants to deal with a drunk
WHAT Nasir has been hiding away since the Arena. Now he's decided he wants alcohol. Lots of it. There may be stumbling into walls. There will be shouting.
WHERE| Tribute Commons at the bar
WHEN| Now, after the Lonestar post, before the crowning
WARNINGS| Alcohol abuse, swearing, memories of torture
Nasir had a lot to process. He couldn't afford to do so in the arena but he dealt with the effects now. There was remorse, shame, concern-- emotions he no longer wanted to feel yet could not block out.
Agron and Faizan were gone, returned to their world. He was concerned for Agron but it was his brother that his thoughts kept turning to. He had returned to a life of slavery and Nasir could not save him from it. If he had stayed, there may have been a chance--
Nasir would never know now.
But when he closed his eyes it was not them he saw but the Peacekeepers coming at him and he could almost hear his own screams...
For the first time, Nasir wandered out of his district suite. But he did not go to the training center as he should have. Instead his feet carried him to the commons, and then the bar. And he ordered a drink and then another and another and another until the world was tilting and blurring.
His feelings, his guilt and rage had not been dulled but came to him more than ever. And when he was finally done, when he stood, he kicked his chair to the floor.
"The gods spit in fucking face and I am expected to swallow it as honeyed wine." He pressed his foot to the fallen chair and kicked it farther away.
WHAT Nasir has been hiding away since the Arena. Now he's decided he wants alcohol. Lots of it. There may be stumbling into walls. There will be shouting.
WHERE| Tribute Commons at the bar
WHEN| Now, after the Lonestar post, before the crowning
WARNINGS| Alcohol abuse, swearing, memories of torture
Nasir had a lot to process. He couldn't afford to do so in the arena but he dealt with the effects now. There was remorse, shame, concern-- emotions he no longer wanted to feel yet could not block out.
Agron and Faizan were gone, returned to their world. He was concerned for Agron but it was his brother that his thoughts kept turning to. He had returned to a life of slavery and Nasir could not save him from it. If he had stayed, there may have been a chance--
Nasir would never know now.
But when he closed his eyes it was not them he saw but the Peacekeepers coming at him and he could almost hear his own screams...
For the first time, Nasir wandered out of his district suite. But he did not go to the training center as he should have. Instead his feet carried him to the commons, and then the bar. And he ordered a drink and then another and another and another until the world was tilting and blurring.
His feelings, his guilt and rage had not been dulled but came to him more than ever. And when he was finally done, when he stood, he kicked his chair to the floor.
"The gods spit in fucking face and I am expected to swallow it as honeyed wine." He pressed his foot to the fallen chair and kicked it farther away.
no subject
He moved for one chair but only to steady himself against it.
"You judge me in need?" He finally pushed away so he could stand unsupported. "In the Area, you refused to fight me." There was no accusation. It was a statement of a fact, spoken as evenly as Nasir could manage in his drunken state.
no subject
He was well aware that it wasn't a usual response to the arena. Avoiding conflict and fighting when cornered certainly, but refusing to fight altogether in his experience tended to be met with skepticism at best and derision at worst (unless one was talking to a fellow pacifist).
"I would much rather help those that need it than fight those that are just trying to survive, and you seem like you need someone to talk to."