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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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weaknessesqualities. Though even he knows when not to be honest and direct and trusting - at least some of the time.This is one of those times, Don. Pick up on it."...All right. I'll...I'll hold you to that."
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K nodded, his regret turning into somewhere between calmness and happiness - his face was still fairly calm, for what it was, but there was a slight twinge of a smile at the corners of his mouth.
That was only partially a lie. He wasn't intending to break the other's trust, but if it were necessary...