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[rumlow]

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.

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[rumlow]

"Hang on. I thought these games were supposed to be 'to the death'. Someone's skipped a detail," he grouses, brow knotting tightly. "If you lose, what happens?"

He'll hang onto that question, answering it in a second. The truth is he sees no point in worrying about his survival, or losing, because he knows what he plans to do. Just a matter of sticking to the plan, and if that doesn't work out?

Here's hoping that it's quick, or he gets a chance to take the bastard who kills him down with him.

[yourmove]

"You come back in a few days, by the goodwill of the Capitol, or you don't come back at all. It depends on how entertaining you are in the Arena," Alex says. He feels that's an accurate take on it. "Strength of personality is an asset, just as much as weapon handling and general survival skills."

There have been low scoring Tributes who managed to make it through multiple Arenas despite never getting close to winning. Alex can provide a list if required, if Mr. Rumlow requires that for his homework. Of course, watching the old footage of past Arenas would be the most comprehensive, but he understands that time may be limited for him.

[rumlow]

Time is limited, but he's willing to pick and choose what he takes in order to survive. It's what he does.

'Strength of personality'. Of course. They were putting on a show, and the most entertaining of the lot would probably be brought back, no matter how many times they died. The goal wasn't to kill necessarily, it was to win enough clout with the public that he could gain access to what he wanted. Killing would just be a part of that, the part he was less concerned with if he was honest.

Shame. He'd been enjoying being out of the shadows for a change.

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Rumlow lets out a thoughtful grunt. "Must be some pretty amazing tech they have on their hands, being able to just revive people like that."

It gets him wondering, too, whether or not he'd survived that Helicarrier crash after all. Without a scratch, too. Maybe he shouldn't be in a hurry to get home again.

[yourmove]

"The Capitol provides for those appreciate her bounty," Alex says, sounding like he's reading a tourist pamphlet (and he just might - bonus of being able to tab videos and reading material in the middle of a conversation. "I appreciate the interest you have in what we have to offer, Mr. Rumlow."

Another point for Brock - apparently he's hit all of Alex's buttons regarding order and proper respect toward the Capitol and capabilities.

"You should schedule a visit to some of the facilities in the Capitol. Certain ones may be off-limits to Tributes, but the ones that are, I'm sure you will find educational."

[rumlow]

"I'm sure I will."

With another swig of his drink, Rumlow finds himself pulling to his feet. Suddenly he's got the urge to wander, to investigate just what the Capitol does have to offer. Surviving the bloodsport for as long as he can, if not winning, and earning a cushy seat amongst them isn't a bad option.

Provided he doesn't have to spend all his time babysitting the newbies, like Murphy here.

One eyebrow lifts. "You've been a pal. Thanks for the chat."