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thecapitol2014-11-17 11:40 am
rumlow) wrote in thecapitol2014-11-17 11:40 am
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WHO| Rumlow. And open.
WHAT| Taking in the lay of the land.
WHEN| Day after his arrival.
WHERE| Tribute Common Area
WARNINGS| None yet. The day is young.
Whiskey sounded like a good first step.
The people around here didn't skimp on quality, that's for damn sure. He got service with a smile, and a glass of the top-shelf stuff, two fingers, neat. No charge, they said, and he didn't question it for a second, draining the clear amber liquid a swig at a time.
These were the sort of accommodations the one percent dreamed of, back home. Kind of reminded him of Dubai, if Lady Gaga had taken over the fashion industry. With a privately amused snort Rumlow took it all in, the people wandering by, the lush decor and the swanky bars, the prestige that came with being a 'tribute'. As far as kidnapping and imprisonment went, they could definitely do worse for cells. He'd give them that much.
All he had to do in return is participate in these...games, and crack a few skulls along the way. It all seemed a little too simple, too straightforward. Someone around here had to have the real score. He supposed he could return to his floor -- District 6, they'd said -- and investigate matters from those supposedly on his own team.
One more drink, maybe.
WHAT| Taking in the lay of the land.
WHEN| Day after his arrival.
WHERE| Tribute Common Area
WARNINGS| None yet. The day is young.
Whiskey sounded like a good first step.
The people around here didn't skimp on quality, that's for damn sure. He got service with a smile, and a glass of the top-shelf stuff, two fingers, neat. No charge, they said, and he didn't question it for a second, draining the clear amber liquid a swig at a time.
These were the sort of accommodations the one percent dreamed of, back home. Kind of reminded him of Dubai, if Lady Gaga had taken over the fashion industry. With a privately amused snort Rumlow took it all in, the people wandering by, the lush decor and the swanky bars, the prestige that came with being a 'tribute'. As far as kidnapping and imprisonment went, they could definitely do worse for cells. He'd give them that much.
All he had to do in return is participate in these...games, and crack a few skulls along the way. It all seemed a little too simple, too straightforward. Someone around here had to have the real score. He supposed he could return to his floor -- District 6, they'd said -- and investigate matters from those supposedly on his own team.
One more drink, maybe.