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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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"From now on, the two of us are strangers." He meant that, when in public, they were nothing more than two Tributes who formed an alliance, two men using eachother's strengths for personal benefit. It was to keep Kyle out of danger, as Sigma had spent the first Arena hiding and watching over other Tributes; the Capitol would use any incentive they could to force a competitor to fight. The one link they had left, and Sigma had revoked it. They would no longer be father and son.
"Was there anything in particular you wanted to see?" The topic was quickly changed. Knowing this was Kyle's first time out in civilization, he wondered if there was a destination Kyle had in mind, or if he was just wandering.
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Really, he hadn't been very secretive about dying the first time, either. It was sort of an easy secret to spill, in that it explained an absolute nothing. Having died just before he arrived was something, he assumed, that the Capitol knew, too. And their bracelets had no doubt identified them as from the same universe, if not the names (for he had no idea about if they had his). At least knowing each other made sense.
Whatever. Father does what father wants - he'd bring it up in as private of a place as he can, later.
But really, Sigma, at least think about how suspicious you are with him. If they make off of rumors and overheard conversations, make rumors and conversations that are irrelevant seem important. It was a basic thing he'd found in novels.
Maybe Father just wasn't cut out for lying.
"Not particularly. The city does not disappoint, even so." Kyle really hadn't had a destination in mind - the area was much too big to ever find any one specific thing, in his opinion. So he'd decided to just walk around and explore all of it today, instead.
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"As for me... I should be on my way." The truth was, Sigma planned to fall back and keep a distant eye on Kyle. His own isolation made him react to crowds and large cities with extreme discomfort rather than curiosity. It would not set a good example, nor would it be in Kyle's best interests to stay.