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thecapitol2014-11-21 08:36 pm
reassures) wrote in thecapitol2014-11-21 08:36 pm
you wake each day with your thoughts [OPEN]
Who| Nill and YOU
What| A week in the life of Nill. There's like 5 different prompts.
Where| All over!
When| Any time from the 20th up to the arena.
Warnings/Notes| One prompt involves staring at alcohol. Will update as needed.
(a.) rooftop, any night; 6am - 7:30am.
One of the nicer things about being granted a full pass by the Capitol is not only that Nill gets to come and go whenever she pleases, but that when she's on the rooftop at night, there are very few people who actually come to join her. While she's more than happy for company, there's also something very nice about it being dark out, and finding the world mostly quiet save for the background noise of a city that doesn't follow the same constrictive rules that the rest of the tributes need to.
She spends most nights before the end of the curfew up on the roof, matching stars and constellations, smoking quietly with company or without. But lately the days have grown shorter and the nights longer, which has given her more time to spend star gazing before she heads back down to her own district. Long enough that if anyone was awake, they could easily find her there and join her after the curfew had ended.
(b.) various district suites, any night; 11pm - 4am.
With the start of curfew comes Nill making her way to the various suites in the tower. It's been awhile since she began doing this, checking if there was anything anyone needed to help get them through the night, so she doesn't go to every single floor. But chances are if she knows even one person on a floor she'll drop by, stepping off the elevator with a small smile on her face and a knock on the wall to announce her presence before she goes further inside.
Need a junkfood fix? Someone to keep you company if you're awake at some random hour and confined to your floor? Maybe a cigarette? Nill's got your back.
(c.) District 9 suite; throughout any night
As always, Nill never spends a great deal of time in her own suite with her district-mates. Having the curfew forced on everyone so soon after her arrival left her with little desire to remain there for extended periods of time, so she spends as often as she can anywhere but there, but it doesn't mean she's not willing to get things for the people she lives with, or spend time with them if invited. She really should get to know them better. She'll probably wander back for one thing or another every other hour or so, though she does try to be quiet for the sake of the people actually sleeping.
(d.) Day; any time
The daytime hours are much more in contrast with what Nill occupies herself with at night. While the night is spent running arbitrary errands or spending time with whoever seems to be around or in need of it, day time is usually reserved for running errands, finding food, going to the library, the training center. Her days are very routine, and she seems to like it that way, or she wouldn't keep it up, right?
Every day finds her in the training center, trying to learn another simple skill. This week has found her trying to memorize the list of plants that you can eat, and she goes through the options on the screen, trying to match as many as she can. It's obvious when she gets one wrong, because she visibly cringes every time it happens But there are a dozen other stations, and Nill is more than glad to switch it up every few hours, although she almost never goes near the weapons.
(e.) common area, 11/24; 8pm - 9pm. [the alcohol prompt.]
It's not often that Nill can be found at the bar in the tribute tower, but that's where anyone wandering past will spot her today. Granted, she hasn't left herself very visible. She's found a place tucked away in a corner, one of the few booths the place seems to have, and in front of her she's got several things spread out. Two different books, a ringed notebook that she seems to be taking notes in from the books, a pencil or two. Her usual notepad meant for communication is off to the side at the edge of the table, folded and left open. The only words written on the page are a drink order, and a polite thank you below it.
Across from her a glass of something that smells suspiciously like whiskey sits with a lemon wedge, as it has since the bartender brought it over to her. Every so often she glances up from her work to gauge how much of the ice has melted, even though it's all long since gone. Occasionally she stops what she's doing to stretch a little, rub at where the handful of bandages on her fingers are irritating her skin, and watches the drink as if it will do something, before she sets back to her work.
Nill hasn't so much as touched it. She's been sitting there with it for at least an hour. The bartender has been kind enough not to come by again.
(f.) post-arena announcement and "Lonestar's" execution.
It's honestly dumb to be as obvious as she is, but it's hard for her to do much about it. Not only did the Capitol publicly execute a kid, but they just announced that there was going to be an Arena soon, one of the real ones with only one victor and potentially weeks or months of looking over your shoulder waiting for someone to come and kill you.
And that's terrifying, because for as much as Nill has been able to do in the past, for all the things she's survived, her last two experiences with anything like an Arena barely lasted a day, and she only survived one of those because she got lucky.
So Nill has taken it upon herself to smoke at almost every waking second until they haul them off. Anyone that looks closely enough will see her hands shaking slightly whenever she goes to light a new one. Outside of that her day stays mostly the same as far as her schedule goes, errands, busy work to keep her mind from wandering, it's just that she does it with a constant haze of smoke around her, regardless of whether she's inside or outside. The only other time she's smoked indoors was during the Kid Arena.
There's also a very ugly bruise taking up most of her forehead and almost making it look like she's got at least one black-and-blue eye. Some of it's been covered up with makeup, but makeup can only do so much for someone that bruises like a peach and tried to break someone's face with her head.
It's been a rough week.
((ooc: this is basically a catch all. Got anything specific you want and I can stick something in here for you. Just let me know! Feel free to tag in whenever you like, and for as many prompts as you like.))
What| A week in the life of Nill. There's like 5 different prompts.
Where| All over!
When| Any time from the 20th up to the arena.
Warnings/Notes| One prompt involves staring at alcohol. Will update as needed.
(a.) rooftop, any night; 6am - 7:30am.
One of the nicer things about being granted a full pass by the Capitol is not only that Nill gets to come and go whenever she pleases, but that when she's on the rooftop at night, there are very few people who actually come to join her. While she's more than happy for company, there's also something very nice about it being dark out, and finding the world mostly quiet save for the background noise of a city that doesn't follow the same constrictive rules that the rest of the tributes need to.
She spends most nights before the end of the curfew up on the roof, matching stars and constellations, smoking quietly with company or without. But lately the days have grown shorter and the nights longer, which has given her more time to spend star gazing before she heads back down to her own district. Long enough that if anyone was awake, they could easily find her there and join her after the curfew had ended.
(b.) various district suites, any night; 11pm - 4am.
With the start of curfew comes Nill making her way to the various suites in the tower. It's been awhile since she began doing this, checking if there was anything anyone needed to help get them through the night, so she doesn't go to every single floor. But chances are if she knows even one person on a floor she'll drop by, stepping off the elevator with a small smile on her face and a knock on the wall to announce her presence before she goes further inside.
Need a junkfood fix? Someone to keep you company if you're awake at some random hour and confined to your floor? Maybe a cigarette? Nill's got your back.
(c.) District 9 suite; throughout any night
As always, Nill never spends a great deal of time in her own suite with her district-mates. Having the curfew forced on everyone so soon after her arrival left her with little desire to remain there for extended periods of time, so she spends as often as she can anywhere but there, but it doesn't mean she's not willing to get things for the people she lives with, or spend time with them if invited. She really should get to know them better. She'll probably wander back for one thing or another every other hour or so, though she does try to be quiet for the sake of the people actually sleeping.
(d.) Day; any time
The daytime hours are much more in contrast with what Nill occupies herself with at night. While the night is spent running arbitrary errands or spending time with whoever seems to be around or in need of it, day time is usually reserved for running errands, finding food, going to the library, the training center. Her days are very routine, and she seems to like it that way, or she wouldn't keep it up, right?
Every day finds her in the training center, trying to learn another simple skill. This week has found her trying to memorize the list of plants that you can eat, and she goes through the options on the screen, trying to match as many as she can. It's obvious when she gets one wrong, because she visibly cringes every time it happens But there are a dozen other stations, and Nill is more than glad to switch it up every few hours, although she almost never goes near the weapons.
(e.) common area, 11/24; 8pm - 9pm. [the alcohol prompt.]
It's not often that Nill can be found at the bar in the tribute tower, but that's where anyone wandering past will spot her today. Granted, she hasn't left herself very visible. She's found a place tucked away in a corner, one of the few booths the place seems to have, and in front of her she's got several things spread out. Two different books, a ringed notebook that she seems to be taking notes in from the books, a pencil or two. Her usual notepad meant for communication is off to the side at the edge of the table, folded and left open. The only words written on the page are a drink order, and a polite thank you below it.
Across from her a glass of something that smells suspiciously like whiskey sits with a lemon wedge, as it has since the bartender brought it over to her. Every so often she glances up from her work to gauge how much of the ice has melted, even though it's all long since gone. Occasionally she stops what she's doing to stretch a little, rub at where the handful of bandages on her fingers are irritating her skin, and watches the drink as if it will do something, before she sets back to her work.
Nill hasn't so much as touched it. She's been sitting there with it for at least an hour. The bartender has been kind enough not to come by again.
(f.) post-arena announcement and "Lonestar's" execution.
It's honestly dumb to be as obvious as she is, but it's hard for her to do much about it. Not only did the Capitol publicly execute a kid, but they just announced that there was going to be an Arena soon, one of the real ones with only one victor and potentially weeks or months of looking over your shoulder waiting for someone to come and kill you.
And that's terrifying, because for as much as Nill has been able to do in the past, for all the things she's survived, her last two experiences with anything like an Arena barely lasted a day, and she only survived one of those because she got lucky.
So Nill has taken it upon herself to smoke at almost every waking second until they haul them off. Anyone that looks closely enough will see her hands shaking slightly whenever she goes to light a new one. Outside of that her day stays mostly the same as far as her schedule goes, errands, busy work to keep her mind from wandering, it's just that she does it with a constant haze of smoke around her, regardless of whether she's inside or outside. The only other time she's smoked indoors was during the Kid Arena.
There's also a very ugly bruise taking up most of her forehead and almost making it look like she's got at least one black-and-blue eye. Some of it's been covered up with makeup, but makeup can only do so much for someone that bruises like a peach and tried to break someone's face with her head.
It's been a rough week.
((ooc: this is basically a catch all. Got anything specific you want and I can stick something in here for you. Just let me know! Feel free to tag in whenever you like, and for as many prompts as you like.))
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For as bad as she still feels, she tries to follow Harley's example, the breathing that is obviously meant to calm her down. It does, a little. It's not perfect or anything but it's certainly better than it was a moment ago.
Nill keeps mimicking her breathing, and lifts a hand to brush her hair out of her face. Another moment or two goes by before she needs to stop to properly blink away the tears in her eyes - thankfully, none fall, but it only does so much to make her feel better.
She still makes no moves to actually try and communicate with Harley.
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Probably not the best analogy to use but it was out there now so what could she do?
"So clearly you don't like fighting but you know how. Let's talk about that. Did you fight alot back home?" It was probably best to stick to yes or no answers for now since Nill seemed keen on not moving any closer to her.
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Instead the tears well up in her eyes again, and Nill bites down on her lip to will them away again, looking far beyond miserable. She wraps her arms around herself and ducks her head after shaking it. No. No, she didn't fight a lot back home. Not in her world, anyway. She would have had every reason to, but she didn't have much more than running in her when she was there. She certainly didn't have the kind of things in her that she does now.
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"OK so you didn't have to fight alot at home, so did someone from here teach you when I wasn't looking?" She wondered out loud trying to connect the dots as best as she could with someone having trouble communicating.
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She looks more and more miserable by the second, until finally Nill pushes herself up onto her feet, and without stopping to grab her shoes, starts heading for the elevator.
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"Way to go doofus." She muttered gloomily. "You finally get a chance to help someone out and you freak em out instead."
Thus her mood for training had been soured. Harley dragged herself to the showers where she would replay the scenario over a few times hoping to pick up on something she might of missed before.
She wasn't going to give up on Nill if she could help it.
very late ending
She's up on the roof in a minute or two, with courtesy to those going to their own floors, and Nill goes to the ledge immediately, pacing, tucking her hair behind her ears, doing almost anything. No one pays her any mind.
Somehow she didn't lose their cigarettes or lighter in the brawl, and she pulls them out with shaking hands, a cigarette fitting between her lips almost immediately. She flicks the lighter, but her hands shake too much, and she tries again, and again, until something awful and bitter rises up in her chest, and she throws the lighter to the ground along with the cigarette.
Then Nill crouches down, pressing her back to the ledge, and she buries her face in her knees so that no one on the roof will see it when the tears finally spill from her eyes.
She won't return to her district until the wee hours of the morning.