Torin Byrd | Human AU | Zyuden Sentai Kyoryuger (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thecapitol2014-11-26 12:37 pm
bravelyplucked) wrote in thecapitol2014-11-26 12:37 pm
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Game Night
Who| Torin and Linden
What| Two Victors meet for a game of chess.
Where| Torin's apartment.
When| Sometime this afternoon.
Warnings| Discussion of drugs, death, all sorts of fun things that follow past Tributes around.
Torin wasn't known for being particularly social. Sure, he handled himself very well when it came to navigating the complicated web of Capitol parties that produced Sponsors to help out his Tributes, but that was just part of his job, and not a part he particularly enjoyed. He wasn't in the habit of making friends at these parties, merely casual acquaintances that might throw money at his Tributes.
But it was different when he was dealing with other Victors. They understood. At least, the ones that weren't also from Two understood. They got that sense of loss despite winning what was said to be a great victory, and most of them came out broken for it. Torin wasn't sure what drove him to keep going, what kept him brave enough to continue facing life without falling back on some sort of crutch in a bottle, but it was something.
Possibly it was the feeling that he was an example. He had to be strong for those he was supposed to guide and watch over, even if traditionally, that meant he was to guide kids who were already perfectly all right with what would be expected of them. Yet there were Victors from other Districts, Victors from places where the Games were not well-loved, whose views were more similar to Torin's own. And the older he got, the more he wanted to try to guide those Victors as well as his own Tributes. That's what led him to offer to play a game or two of chess with Linden, and that's what led him to clean up his already Spartan apartment in preparation for guests. He'd obtained a chessboard and some light snacks, and with that host stuff taken care of, was tinkering with a few things at his workbench while waiting for his guest to arrive.
What| Two Victors meet for a game of chess.
Where| Torin's apartment.
When| Sometime this afternoon.
Warnings| Discussion of drugs, death, all sorts of fun things that follow past Tributes around.
Torin wasn't known for being particularly social. Sure, he handled himself very well when it came to navigating the complicated web of Capitol parties that produced Sponsors to help out his Tributes, but that was just part of his job, and not a part he particularly enjoyed. He wasn't in the habit of making friends at these parties, merely casual acquaintances that might throw money at his Tributes.
But it was different when he was dealing with other Victors. They understood. At least, the ones that weren't also from Two understood. They got that sense of loss despite winning what was said to be a great victory, and most of them came out broken for it. Torin wasn't sure what drove him to keep going, what kept him brave enough to continue facing life without falling back on some sort of crutch in a bottle, but it was something.
Possibly it was the feeling that he was an example. He had to be strong for those he was supposed to guide and watch over, even if traditionally, that meant he was to guide kids who were already perfectly all right with what would be expected of them. Yet there were Victors from other Districts, Victors from places where the Games were not well-loved, whose views were more similar to Torin's own. And the older he got, the more he wanted to try to guide those Victors as well as his own Tributes. That's what led him to offer to play a game or two of chess with Linden, and that's what led him to clean up his already Spartan apartment in preparation for guests. He'd obtained a chessboard and some light snacks, and with that host stuff taken care of, was tinkering with a few things at his workbench while waiting for his guest to arrive.
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He straightens.
"Thank you for the game, but I'm not feeling well, so... I think I should probably be getting back to my floor now. Again, sometime?"
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