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thecapitol2013-02-16 01:23 am
kontingency) wrote in thecapitol2013-02-16 01:23 am
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things that are perhaps not entirely-- oh, k...[OPEN] [BACKDATED]
Who| K and you.
What| K is exploring the Capitol, out of curiousity about what it's like - he's fascinated. And, perhaps, not looking where he's going.
Where| Pretty much everywhere; he's just spending his day walking around and looking at everything.
When| Backdated to K's return to the Capitol after his death. (February 12th)
Warnings/Notes| Unnaturally calm K? Also spoilers, of course. Also talk about death. And talk about neglect?
K had died before. It wasn't a new experience to him to be snuffed out - as much as it was, perhaps, expected. That freezing chill of death was something he'd experienced more then once, and it hadn't hurt as much as the first time.
This, perhaps, his mind theorized quietly, was because he didn't feel wounded on the inside as much as out, this time. He pushed the thought away slightly violently, in his mind - it was an uncomfortable thought. His contemplation hadn't shown on his calm face, and nor had his rejection - but it still got, perhaps, a sad swallow out of him.
He'd thought he'd stopped expecting things from his father. Perhaps he should have done his best to live up to that.
In any case, K had taken to merely dressing up in warm clothing - a dark blue sweater with no decor and jeans that were in no way thin enough to let him get cold. He could still feel the mild chill of dying there, on that glacier, and it disrupted his train of thought if he didn't properly attend to feeling warm. Regardless of that, however, he had decided to go out from the large rooms of the Tribute Suites that reminded him vaguely of home, and take his day and use it to explore everything in the Capitol. The world for him had always been closed off, always a metallic sheen of walls, somewhat low ceilings, and the glow of artificial lighting. Today was a day to get that curiosity out of his system - his curiosity with the snow had cost him, during the Arena.
He didn't particularly like that death chill. Or the idea of dying at all.
K could be found anywhere, his calm - perpetually, perhaps creepily so - face continuously surveying his surroundings as he looked about. He was recognizable as that one tribute who had chosen to spend some time toying with snow rather then looking for shelter and food - and died for it. And, given the calm fascination he seems to be taking with the city, it's not quite different here.
Although, K was not about to let himself be caught unprepared again simply because he was curious.
What| K is exploring the Capitol, out of curiousity about what it's like - he's fascinated. And, perhaps, not looking where he's going.
Where| Pretty much everywhere; he's just spending his day walking around and looking at everything.
When| Backdated to K's return to the Capitol after his death. (February 12th)
Warnings/Notes| Unnaturally calm K? Also spoilers, of course. Also talk about death. And talk about neglect?
K had died before. It wasn't a new experience to him to be snuffed out - as much as it was, perhaps, expected. That freezing chill of death was something he'd experienced more then once, and it hadn't hurt as much as the first time.
This, perhaps, his mind theorized quietly, was because he didn't feel wounded on the inside as much as out, this time. He pushed the thought away slightly violently, in his mind - it was an uncomfortable thought. His contemplation hadn't shown on his calm face, and nor had his rejection - but it still got, perhaps, a sad swallow out of him.
He'd thought he'd stopped expecting things from his father. Perhaps he should have done his best to live up to that.
In any case, K had taken to merely dressing up in warm clothing - a dark blue sweater with no decor and jeans that were in no way thin enough to let him get cold. He could still feel the mild chill of dying there, on that glacier, and it disrupted his train of thought if he didn't properly attend to feeling warm. Regardless of that, however, he had decided to go out from the large rooms of the Tribute Suites that reminded him vaguely of home, and take his day and use it to explore everything in the Capitol. The world for him had always been closed off, always a metallic sheen of walls, somewhat low ceilings, and the glow of artificial lighting. Today was a day to get that curiosity out of his system - his curiosity with the snow had cost him, during the Arena.
He didn't particularly like that death chill. Or the idea of dying at all.
K could be found anywhere, his calm - perpetually, perhaps creepily so - face continuously surveying his surroundings as he looked about. He was recognizable as that one tribute who had chosen to spend some time toying with snow rather then looking for shelter and food - and died for it. And, given the calm fascination he seems to be taking with the city, it's not quite different here.
Although, K was not about to let himself be caught unprepared again simply because he was curious.
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Howard finishes the cheese fries and starts overturning other pieces of the trash looking for more. He finds an unopened ketchup packet and rips that open with his teeth.
"We're the panoramic experience. See all the excitement and glamor without actually having to deal with the messy, inconvenient bits. You'll notice they edit out all the long hours of us huddled up in our sleeping bags."
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Although K has to marvel slightly, because dude, are you really just gonna eat that.
Although he's not entirely aware it's ketchup, just a packet of what appears to be a sauce."So we are their... wish fulfillment, in a sense, then?" Wow, that sounded both strange and really, really... creepy? He supposed that was the right word. He contemplated that for a second. If this were the text parser for the game, he'd pretty much just have a long segment of ... ...s. "I assume they see nothing wrong with this."
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Howard does indeed suckle the ketchup out of the packet, then look for another. He doesn't find that, but he does uncover chicken nuggets, and starts on those. Now that he's begun, there's something almost frantic about the way he eats, less out of necessity than compulsion - although he honestly hasn't eaten in the last two days. The memory of dying keeps coming back to him, and with it nausea, the need to spit, the need to hide and be as silent as possible, which, of course, precludes chewing.
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Well that sure was the opposite of kosher. Both that and how Howard's frantically eating. He, however, remains stoicfaced - it's not really registering an emotional reaction on him at all.
"Were they also delivered like we were, or...?"
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He finds half a hamburger bun and sits down again in the corner, enjoying it. K hasn't said anything, and that's appreciated. Howard knows his eating habits are horrible, are repulsive and unnatural to most people around here, but it's nice not to be reminded that he's, at the moment, all messed up from the starvation he endured before the Games.
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Revival or death.
He isn't about to remind the other about his eating habits, although K is silently contemplating perhaps investing in getting him some actual food beyond what all is in the dumpster. He has some funds, after all - and while he accepts the food in the dumpster is fine, it's still picking through what others left behind. There might not be that much that was edible.
(Although Howard's luck is proving him wrong on that front.)
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Howard closes his eyes as he eats the hamburger bun. It's calming, having food in hand. Being able to waste it, even though he wouldn't. He spent so long starving that he'll never waste food again, and will only ration it, treasure it, hoard it.
"I mean, do the math, Einstein."
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Really what did Howard mean.
"What do you mean by that, exactly?" It wasn't evident if they'd stayed dead or not because they'd died and come back. Duh, Howard. What is this math to be done. He had, perhaps, found himself okay with the games as they stood - not their principle, but their idea of never letting the participants die permanently. With that changed, the Games did sound barbaric.
Not that he was going to say that. He'd gotten a hint that there's probably always people paying attention, somewhere or another. He doubted calling the games barbaric would go over well. Or, at least, insulting them.
/sob I realize I messed up their/they're in an earlier tag
"As for 'Einstein', it's a phrase." He finishes his hamburger bun and starts rooting through the garbage looking for more. There appears to be coleslaw, and he eats it with his fingers, licking up the white sour sauce with gusto as if forgetting K's even there.
NO WORRIES i only hit people for that the second time they do it i mean what
Spry twenty-somethings? Well, that sure was K in a nutshell there.
He blinks - "I do know that much, thank you." Was that snark? Zenman here is just going to ignore the other's obsession with being an uncivil human being.
He didn't mind very much, to tell the truth.
And he was fairly zen, already. At best, Howard was making him hungry.no subject
"What, are you watching the show?" he snarls, and crouches back further against the far corner of the dumpster. "Scram."
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"Okay. I suppose I will see you around." He didn't really offer a wave - the calm faced K simply turned on his heel and left. He'd see Howard again, presumably - that was, after all, how it worked. Even in large cities, you could seek people out easily. That was obviously totally how it worked. Now... to explore more.