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thecapitol2014-10-21 07:47 pm
fuckitall) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-21 07:47 pm
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We'll just march to some new place and somebody else will die
Who| Nick and OTA
What| Newly arrived Nick gathers his bearings...or tries to?
Where| Bar & rooftop of the Training Center
When| 10/21, afternoon?
Warnings/Notes| Spoilers for up to Amid the Ruins (episode 4).
Bar
[Nick didn't appreciate having rules imposed on him the moment he woke up here. The barrage of so much information was beyond overwhelming but never had he felt more frustrated at still feeling as if he had no idea what the hell was going on. The sight of a bed was comforting, but he couldn't bring himself to sleep despite knowing how deprived he had been.
He made a beeline for the bar as soon as he heard that such amenities were free. He had to see it to believe it because the world didn't work like that and it never had.
A serving of fries was all it took for him to remember how fucking hungry he initially was. Two burgers and two very free whiskeys later, he finds himself ready for a third helping. Knowing the fact that his freedom was more or less traded for all this makes him order another glass. It's stupid, but he needs to forget even for just a little while. Forget this place; forget the last moment he recalled being alive before he felt that lurker's teeth sink into his neck.
He downs the whiskey in one go, letting its warmth settle into him as he stares at the empty glass.]
Rooftop
[He hasn't seen a city, let alone any form of civilization, in a while. A very small part of him takes comfort in that he doesn't have to worry about the possibility of lurkers bursting in at any minute. But the rest of him knows that his experience of his place so far goes to show how much more dangerous the living are as opposed to the dead. In a way, this isn't much different from living under Carver's control; there's food, shelter - and while there aren't any lurkers, they're still fighting for their lives. There's some form of safety but their lives are still at risk. And this time, it's for the enjoyment of others like some seasonal baseball game.
There's always a catch with these things. That thought alone makes him tick.
He pulls his sleeve back to look at the watch Pete gave him and remembers his late uncle's words.
"...nobody in this world is ever gonna give a god damn whether you like something or not."]
Ain't that the truth... [He pauses, as if expecting a response.] Especially right now. [He leans back against his chair and looks over at the city, watch still ticking.]
What| Newly arrived Nick gathers his bearings...or tries to?
Where| Bar & rooftop of the Training Center
When| 10/21, afternoon?
Warnings/Notes| Spoilers for up to Amid the Ruins (episode 4).
Bar
[Nick didn't appreciate having rules imposed on him the moment he woke up here. The barrage of so much information was beyond overwhelming but never had he felt more frustrated at still feeling as if he had no idea what the hell was going on. The sight of a bed was comforting, but he couldn't bring himself to sleep despite knowing how deprived he had been.
He made a beeline for the bar as soon as he heard that such amenities were free. He had to see it to believe it because the world didn't work like that and it never had.
A serving of fries was all it took for him to remember how fucking hungry he initially was. Two burgers and two very free whiskeys later, he finds himself ready for a third helping. Knowing the fact that his freedom was more or less traded for all this makes him order another glass. It's stupid, but he needs to forget even for just a little while. Forget this place; forget the last moment he recalled being alive before he felt that lurker's teeth sink into his neck.
He downs the whiskey in one go, letting its warmth settle into him as he stares at the empty glass.]
Rooftop
[He hasn't seen a city, let alone any form of civilization, in a while. A very small part of him takes comfort in that he doesn't have to worry about the possibility of lurkers bursting in at any minute. But the rest of him knows that his experience of his place so far goes to show how much more dangerous the living are as opposed to the dead. In a way, this isn't much different from living under Carver's control; there's food, shelter - and while there aren't any lurkers, they're still fighting for their lives. There's some form of safety but their lives are still at risk. And this time, it's for the enjoyment of others like some seasonal baseball game.
There's always a catch with these things. That thought alone makes him tick.
He pulls his sleeve back to look at the watch Pete gave him and remembers his late uncle's words.
"...nobody in this world is ever gonna give a god damn whether you like something or not."]
Ain't that the truth... [He pauses, as if expecting a response.] Especially right now. [He leans back against his chair and looks over at the city, watch still ticking.]
no subject
He lets Luke's hand stay there a while to take in what he can of the moment. He decides that isn't enough, so he slides his chair closer so the arms of their chairs touch. Blue-gray eyes glance at Luke again to make sure nothing has changed in the last few seconds - he's still there - before he leans back to feel the warmth of Luke's arm around him.
Nick wants to elaborate on his words, to finally be able to say the things left unsaid but opts for the silence instead. Even if it seems like they'll have more time to have moments like these, it's hard to say where they both will be after one or both of them end up in the arena. He doesn't want to think about it any more than he does want to think about the last of his memories before ending up in Panem. He just wants time to slow down or to stop entirely to let this moment on the rooftop last as long as possible rather than let it become another distant memory.
Because this is the closest to home as he's ever going to get.]