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thecapitol2014-10-30 11:41 am
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-30 11:41 am
Entry tags:
- aang,
- cassandra marko,
- event: reaping,
- harley quinn,
- haruto soma,
- kousuke nitou,
- molotov cocktease,
- open,
- sam wilson,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- torin byrd,
- ✘ azula,
- ✘ bruce banner,
- ✘ bucky barnes (mcu),
- ✘ davesprite,
- ✘ felicity worthington,
- ✘ gary epps,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ jennifer blackwood,
- ✘ kenny mccormick,
- ✘ luke,
- ✘ milla vodello,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ natasha romanoff (mcu),
- ✘ nick (twd),
- ✘ nill,
- ✘ pixie,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ ruffnut thorston,
- ✘ tony stark,
- ✘ venus dee milo
Mini-Arena Reaping
Who| All Tributes, mentors, stylists, escorts, and some citizens.
What| The mini-arena reaping.
Where| The grand foyer of the Tribute Center.
When| 7pm Thursday (11/6). Please note: This log is forward dated by one week.
Warnings/Notes| Unhappy tributes.
At approximately 5pm Thursday, all of the Tributes were notified that their presence would be required at a mandatory meeting in the grand foyer of the Tribute Center. It was to be a formal occasion, and all of the stylists were instructed to dress their Tributes in their autumn best. At 8pm, Peacekeepers arrived at each floor to escort the Tributes down to the foyer, which had been decorated in a playful, nostalgic manner. The Tributes were seated at one of twelve large, numbered tables, though they were told they could mingle, dance, or help themselves to as much punch as they'd like. By all appearances, this little fete was nothing more than a typical, if somewhat bizarre Capitol celebration.
[ooc notes: General arena information can be found here. If you would like for your adult character to react violently/riot after the reaping, you must comment to this post.]
What| The mini-arena reaping.
Where| The grand foyer of the Tribute Center.
When| 7pm Thursday (11/6). Please note: This log is forward dated by one week.
Warnings/Notes| Unhappy tributes.
At approximately 5pm Thursday, all of the Tributes were notified that their presence would be required at a mandatory meeting in the grand foyer of the Tribute Center. It was to be a formal occasion, and all of the stylists were instructed to dress their Tributes in their autumn best. At 8pm, Peacekeepers arrived at each floor to escort the Tributes down to the foyer, which had been decorated in a playful, nostalgic manner. The Tributes were seated at one of twelve large, numbered tables, though they were told they could mingle, dance, or help themselves to as much punch as they'd like. By all appearances, this little fete was nothing more than a typical, if somewhat bizarre Capitol celebration.
[ooc notes: General arena information can be found here. If you would like for your adult character to react violently/riot after the reaping, you must comment to this post.]
Closed to Natasha and Tony
He feels everything seize up. His mind goes blank. He stares at the rows and rows of children, some he recognizes Clementine and some he doesn't, and he hears his heart beating. Louder and louder, pounding in his ears, and a familiar roar consumes his head.
His expression twists. It becomes dark. It becomes a face that's usually only worn by something green and violent.
He doesn't know what he's doing. He doesn't care. The moment the children disappear, he's on his feet, walking towards the Peacekeepers. His hands are fists and his mind is nothing but rage.
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That was until he see's Bruce get to his feet.
"What ar-"
The question started and died before it got a chance to be realised, and he was grabbing for Bruce's wrist.
"Woah, hey. Bruce."
He wants to think of something that will settle the other man, but in the moment all he can think is 'stop him.'
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Tony catches his wrist. He violently shakes him off. He doesn't hit him, doesn't touch him, but there is a dark look in his eyes that implies he might if Tony tries to stop him. There is something very dark in him that hasn't been smothered with the Hulk, and he looks like he's ready to kill someone with his bare hands.
Which he might be.
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"Hey, let's remember that out of the two of us. I'm the one who makes the bad public decisions that could get him in trouble."
As really unhappy as this whole situation makes Tony, it's weird for him to feel like the rational one, and really wants his Bruce back to make it happen.
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There's a furious, awful edge to his voice, like it's ground out through gravel. When Tony makes stupid decisions, it's with full knowledge that they're stupid and reckless--when Bruce makes bad decisions, it's because he's lost his mind and he can only think about how furious he is.
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He moves a little more in an attempt to keep himself between Bruce and the front of the crowd to where the names are being called.
"You've seen it yourself here, Bruce. Dying here? Isn't taking a moment to become an aggressive green bean, or be reconstructed and made whole like the arena. It's permanent, and I've gotten too used to you saying 'Tony, no.' to give it up now."
He doesn't look at anything around him, because right now, it's all about Bruce, and getting his attention.
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"I said get out of the way."
Bruce makes a motion as if to shove him, but he doesn't follow it through. He doesn't want to hurt Tony. In the cloud of rage, he still knows that Tony isn't the person he wants to hurt. He just wants to make the man back off, so he can go get Clementine, so he can break anyone who tries to hurt her.
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"They'll come back."
Tony's sure that logically Bruce knows this, and that his emotions are getting the best of him, however in all honesty, Tony had no idea how to help him right now and it's making him nervous because doesn't know how to get a handle on the situation.
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Some of them would die. The Capitol would get bored of some of them. Let the boring ones stay dead.
Bruce's body is shaking with rage. His hands are curled into fists. He wants Tony out of the way, gone, goodbye, to leave him to his destruction, because these people deserve it and he needs to find Clementine.
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"That just means we have to make sure that we can keep the kids dripping in sponsors. Instead of getting ourselves killed to save them now."
Tony stresses the 'we' simply because if Bruce is going to really go through with this, then Tony's going to have to go with him if for no other reason than to split the number of peacekeepers honing in on Bruce.
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His hands twitch, but he doesn't actually strike Tony. He had made a promise to himself a long time ago that he'd never be the kind of man who hit the people he cared about. Even with how angry he is, he clings to that, and to the fact that he doesn't want Tony to be arrested or killed.
"Sit down, Tony."
It's okay for Bruce to get himself killed, but not Tony.
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"Not without you, big guy."
He looks over his shoulder again at the kids as they continue to be called up, before turning back to Bruce.
"I need you alive, Doctor."
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But he doesn't want Tony dead. That's what he remembers.
He hisses out a furious stream of swears that would make a sailor blush before heavily sitting in a chair and burying his face in his hands, his skin dark red with rage as he struggles to breathe.
"Sit the fuck down, Tony," he hisses, practically shaking with all the anger inside of him.
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"And people say I can't take orders. Later, we're going out to drink."
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It's not a threat. It's a warning. He is going to be throwing anything that's shoved in his hands. Preferably at peacekeepers.
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Rage solves nothing at all. Natasha's determination to uncover the secrets of the Capitol keeps her in line. But when she sees Bruce begin to move, she's in front of him in a flash.
"Bruce. I need you to calm down," she's not great and comforting people, but she does have a fairly good soothing voice. And she knows how to modify her body language so it's non-threatening. Touching him at the moment is a bit of a risk, but she lets herself reach slowly for his shoulder. Telegraphing her movements so he isn't startled.
"Can you do that for me?"
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But he's not the Hulk. There's a tug in the back of his head, one that's not overpowered by the roar. She's not the one he wants to hurt. So he doesn't touch her.
Instead, he looks her in the eyes. His rage is fully visible in his own, black and burning and uncontrollable. "Get out of my way." His voice is similarly dark, ground out, more of a growl than real words.
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But Bruce is a man. And men, well. Men she can incapacitate in a few blows if it comes down to it. She really hopes that it's not going to come down to it here. But it's what she'll do, if she has to.
"No," she replies, firmly and calmly. "Getting yourself thrown in jail means that you won't be able to help those kids, Bruce. Think about it."
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In his mind, clouded with rage and violence, there is nothing. They're being taken away. He has to take them back Clementine and he has to do it now or they're going to be hurt and killed and he can't let that happen to Clementine.
"Get out of my way, Natasha."
Don't push her. Don't hit her. He promised himself a long time ago not to do that, not when he was a man, not like other men did, he wouldn't hit the people who didn't hit him, didn't hurt him, he isn't going to lay a finger on Natasha--
Not that she couldn't take him down easily if he did, but it feels like he could crush someone's skull with a backhand right now, with the roar in his head and his heart thundering in his head.
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She takes his hand. Squeezes it. If he did hit her she could flip him over onto his back in two seconds flat, but he's not going to.
Because he's a better man than that. And he's smarter than his rage.
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But then she's holding one. He doesn't know how to respond, if he should push her or tear away or stay where he is, because she's touching him and that's stupid, she could take him down and end it all and he's dangerous and why is she still in his way--
"I need to get Clementine."
Why can't she understand that he needs to get that little girl before they hurt her even more?
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You can learn to endure almost anything, Natasha has learned. From experience.
She rubs the pad of her thumb against his hand, in soothing circles. "Bruce."
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This isn't him. He's not the murderer. That's the other guy.
He reaches forward to wrap his arms around her, intending to pull her into a hug that's just a little too rough.
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It's been a long time since she's hugged anyone like this.
Seems like a good place to stop?
He just breathes. Hides his face in her shoulder and breathes. "Damn it."
This isn't like the other things, the flirting and touching. All that is for the camera. This is real, and after he processes everything, he'll be uncomfortable with that because he doesn't let people close like this anymore. But that doesn't matter now, because he feels himself calming down, feels the heat leaving his lungs, and his shoulders relax.
"Thank you." His voice is ragged and raw, but at least it's not mindless.