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thecapitol2014-12-11 08:03 am
arrogantalloy) wrote in thecapitol2014-12-11 08:03 am
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Here's the thing...
Who| Tony and anyone in the Capitol,
What| Tony is somewhat moping about his super "quick" arena death.
Where| D12, Tower Commons, The shopping district.
When| shortly after waking up from his arena death
Warnings/Notes| Talk of death?
District 12’s Floor
When Tony wakes up, he is less than impressed. Okay he really doesn’t at all expect to be able to win any of these arenas, but to not even last a whole day? That was what really stung, especially considering with what he saw of the Arena it would have been one he could have really taken charge in. Okay, so he’s not really an astronaut and the one time he was actually in space he sort of died for a moment, but at least being on a space station meant there was more than enough technology for him to have worked with. However once he was fully awake, he took his shirt off (and for the first time realising that his cuff has been removed from his wrist), and went to the mirror, his scaring was still there, he pawed at it for a moment because to his mind at least death by knife in the arena was far too close to home than he’d ever actually care to mention, reminding him too much of the shrapnel long since removed from his body.
Needless to say he took the whole next day to mope around the empty floor of District 12, and by mope he means he was rearranging his entire room then putting it all back again while trying to ignore the arena playing on the wall screens. He didn’t want to know who was dying or who was playing with tech. It made him feel both jealous and very lonely.
Tower Commons
Soon enough he was out in the common area of the tower sniffing out food that would bring him into at least some relative company, knowing that he at least wouldn’t have been the only tribute to have died in the last day or so.
He knows he shouldn’t, but he orders a non-virgin grape-tini and goes to sit at one of the couches to relax into it, glancing around he can see that the screen is at least playing arena highlights, he huffs with frustration before looking around to call out.
“Do a dead guy a favour and change the channel?”
He knows he’ll be ignored, but he can still try, right? By now he knows that his team will know that he died before lunch time, and while for the most part he knows every single one of them will be fine without him, there’s still that worry about Bruce, life and death situations aren’t at all something he’s at home with.
As for Dave? Well, he still has far too easy a time remembering the look on his face in his last few moments in the arena so it’s more reason to avoid the arena screenings right now.
Shopping District
With his cuff gone, Tony knows that he won’t have much of a problem indulging his tastes anymore. Not that he has overly extravagant tastes, but unsurprisingly the finicky ways of the Capitol had them honestly trying to avoid dealing with him due to his being somewhat of a criminal.
Walking into a diner he used to frequent before they refused to serve him and his cuff, he was greeted happily and they had no problem taking his order. Tony assumed that without the cuff they assume he’s done his penance and doesn’t have to be shunned anymore. Really, Tony wish he could be surprised by this but it all felt too familiar to home. So Tony takes a seat out in the sun with his burger and fries on the table as he watches people go by idly.
What| Tony is somewhat moping about his super "quick" arena death.
Where| D12, Tower Commons, The shopping district.
When| shortly after waking up from his arena death
Warnings/Notes| Talk of death?
District 12’s Floor
When Tony wakes up, he is less than impressed. Okay he really doesn’t at all expect to be able to win any of these arenas, but to not even last a whole day? That was what really stung, especially considering with what he saw of the Arena it would have been one he could have really taken charge in. Okay, so he’s not really an astronaut and the one time he was actually in space he sort of died for a moment, but at least being on a space station meant there was more than enough technology for him to have worked with. However once he was fully awake, he took his shirt off (and for the first time realising that his cuff has been removed from his wrist), and went to the mirror, his scaring was still there, he pawed at it for a moment because to his mind at least death by knife in the arena was far too close to home than he’d ever actually care to mention, reminding him too much of the shrapnel long since removed from his body.
Needless to say he took the whole next day to mope around the empty floor of District 12, and by mope he means he was rearranging his entire room then putting it all back again while trying to ignore the arena playing on the wall screens. He didn’t want to know who was dying or who was playing with tech. It made him feel both jealous and very lonely.
Tower Commons
Soon enough he was out in the common area of the tower sniffing out food that would bring him into at least some relative company, knowing that he at least wouldn’t have been the only tribute to have died in the last day or so.
He knows he shouldn’t, but he orders a non-virgin grape-tini and goes to sit at one of the couches to relax into it, glancing around he can see that the screen is at least playing arena highlights, he huffs with frustration before looking around to call out.
“Do a dead guy a favour and change the channel?”
He knows he’ll be ignored, but he can still try, right? By now he knows that his team will know that he died before lunch time, and while for the most part he knows every single one of them will be fine without him, there’s still that worry about Bruce, life and death situations aren’t at all something he’s at home with.
As for Dave? Well, he still has far too easy a time remembering the look on his face in his last few moments in the arena so it’s more reason to avoid the arena screenings right now.
Shopping District
With his cuff gone, Tony knows that he won’t have much of a problem indulging his tastes anymore. Not that he has overly extravagant tastes, but unsurprisingly the finicky ways of the Capitol had them honestly trying to avoid dealing with him due to his being somewhat of a criminal.
Walking into a diner he used to frequent before they refused to serve him and his cuff, he was greeted happily and they had no problem taking his order. Tony assumed that without the cuff they assume he’s done his penance and doesn’t have to be shunned anymore. Really, Tony wish he could be surprised by this but it all felt too familiar to home. So Tony takes a seat out in the sun with his burger and fries on the table as he watches people go by idly.
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Look, social cues are not Punchy's strong suit. Obviously. The breakfast comes and Punchy starts to shovel it into his face.
"If peeps don't ken me they can catch up with the times. I'm tired of dumbing myself down so some honkies can get the up on me. Thought you'd be smarter, given you's like, a scientist and shit."
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It may be surprising, but as Punchy starts mauling his food, Tony doesn't even react to it. After all, he did college and had been out with troops on more than one occasion, and as they weren't sitting for a gala dinner, Tony could careless how much of the food wasn't immediately making it to the guys mouth.
"I've been dumbing down how I talk since I was six." Tony shrugs. "After all this time it's habit... Or I forget and just explain it all anyway. But at least people have actually heard of the words I say even if they haven't heard them in a sentence before."
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He rolls his eyes at Tony and swallows. There's a crumb of bread stuck to the wispy red hair on his upper lip. "Try me, on the lingo you ain't dumbed down. Long as it's computers I can keep up with you, promise."
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He thinks it's safer to assume it's both causing that cringe.
"Well, I don't exactly have anything to talk about at this second. I haven't even had a project to work on since I was dragged here. If you want my un-dumbed down lingo, you're going to have to give me something a little more specific than 'computers'."
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But when he talks computers, suddenly it almost seems as if he's an entirely different human being. It's not that the lingo goes away, but it's replaced partially by technojargon that only someone of Tony's caliber can follow. He seems alert, almost intelligent, and supremely confident in his abilities. Punchy, making sure he isn't giving too much away to any security watching, asks Tony if he knew that the passwords around the Training Center can be broken by a hexadecimal logarithm.
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When he starts to talk about computers, Tony tilts his head as his eyebrows knit towards each other slightly. This he hadn't expected so much, but at the same time knew he shouldn't entirely be surprised.
"So you can speak actual English." Is all he says but he's thinking about the hexadecimal logarithm that would be used as he shrugs. "I avoid the Training Center, so no. I didn't know that." With a quick glance to see if anyone else is close enough to be listening in.
"How do you know this?"