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thecapitol2015-01-02 05:23 pm
on_fire) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-02 05:23 pm
But that place on memory lane you liked still looks the same
Who| Katniss and OPEN
What| Katniss returns to the Capitol
Where| Various locals, see tags
When| After the end of the last arena. Prompts spread across a few days.
Warnings/Notes| Feel free to double take any prompt if someone snagged it but you really like it.
ARRIVING
It was a strange feeling to not want to be in a place, but also, to want very much to be there.
She didn't want to be in the Capitol for the Capitol, of course. But for the people here, and the possibility she had been turning over to actually change something. Many talks with Gale, her mother, even Prim had prepped her to be ready for this chance to jump at coming back. To put on her game face and do what needed done.
Hopefully she could do something about it.
That didn't make it any harder to leave her family though. Nor, any easier to come back and find loved ones still absent. Nothing could really make that any easier. She had been hoping, with the lack of information she'd gotten that maybe, somehow...but this was the only place she could help them. If she could.
So that was how Katniss Everdeen returned to the Capitol in some strange version of good spirits. Not the kind the Capitol read or wanted, but her own kind.
Walking back into the Tribute center was a strange experience, feeling like something was wrong in a place she never wanted to feel right in the first time. She knew she looked like a deer in the headlights, standing in the middle of the commons area blocking traffic and trying to take it all in, but it was a lot. Old faces and new faces, and even with her new resolve, it didn't make anything about this situation alright.
Just bearable.
OUT AND ABOUT
One thing she hadn't expected getting back here was the need to run chores.
But that's exactly what she was doing. Picking up things that had been ordered for her, grabbing things she wanted. It was strange how quickly you found things you needed here that you would have never even thought of owning at home.
Katniss knew she could simply request someone, likely and avox, to do it, but that had never sat well with her. And now she was wanting to see the Capitol through her new lens, and see if there was anything she had seen and not seen before. She wasn't hopeful, but she had had enough of Gale telling her there must be things right under her nose to not at least look. He had pointed out enough solid examples of things she'd over looked that any self righteous doubt had been smothered.
However, looking deep into windows for the smallest symbol, for the deeper meaning in anything, she was looking less at the people in front of her.
"Oh, geeze, sorry," She muttered for what felt like the hundredth time and she accidentally caught someones heel under her foot, knowing what an asshole she must look like right now, wandering starry eyes down the avenues looking into jewelry stores and clothing boutiques.
A DEEP BREATH
This city was exhausting.
It wasn't exactly a revelation or anything, but she had forgotten how draining have constant sound, constant people around you could be. Right now she'd give about anything to be hunting with Gale, screw the revolution.
But she wasn't and wouldn't be anytime soon. And right now she needed a break.
Slipping between the crowd, she headed for the little piece of park she'd decided was about as close to home as she was going to get. As soon as she was reasonably in, she dropped the shopping she'd been carrying, and scrambled up the trunk, using the holds to get her self out. It would be nice if it was summer, and she could kick her shoes off and really climb, but instead she settled for a branch about 10 feet off the ground, letting her legs dangle down. Her mind wandered as she sought out the pine cones hanging around her, making a game of tossing them into the bags below her.
Hopefully nothing in there couldn't handle a pine cone or two.
TRAINING TIME
At least in the training center, Katniss felt on her own ground.
Mostly she was there to help her Tributes (or really, any of them) but she had already been dumped unexpectedly into one arena. She wasn't going to let that catch her unexpected again. Fresh back from the District, she wasn't too worried, but last time she'd gotten lazy and paid for it.
There were new weapons now, strange ones, and she looked them over, lifting them to feel their weight in her hands, before setting them back down one by one. It'd be worth while to learn those, too. Really, she just wanted to get a hold of everything she could.
Right now, though, she wanted to form some bonds, old and new. Idly lifting an arrow and testing it's weight, she looked around for others too approach. Tributes to train, or tributes to learn from.
DOWN TIME
It had been a rough few days, but Katniss was starting to back on her feet.
Grabbing one of the bags of shopping from her room, she went out to the living room to sort through it. Finding a comfortable little corner, she curled into it, setting the bag in her lap, and reaching in to sort through it.
The first thing her fingertips found was something hard and rough. Wrinkling her nose, she pulled it out, holding up a neat little pine cone.
"The hell..."
It took a moment to remember her game in the tree.
What| Katniss returns to the Capitol
Where| Various locals, see tags
When| After the end of the last arena. Prompts spread across a few days.
Warnings/Notes| Feel free to double take any prompt if someone snagged it but you really like it.
ARRIVING
It was a strange feeling to not want to be in a place, but also, to want very much to be there.
She didn't want to be in the Capitol for the Capitol, of course. But for the people here, and the possibility she had been turning over to actually change something. Many talks with Gale, her mother, even Prim had prepped her to be ready for this chance to jump at coming back. To put on her game face and do what needed done.
Hopefully she could do something about it.
That didn't make it any harder to leave her family though. Nor, any easier to come back and find loved ones still absent. Nothing could really make that any easier. She had been hoping, with the lack of information she'd gotten that maybe, somehow...but this was the only place she could help them. If she could.
So that was how Katniss Everdeen returned to the Capitol in some strange version of good spirits. Not the kind the Capitol read or wanted, but her own kind.
Walking back into the Tribute center was a strange experience, feeling like something was wrong in a place she never wanted to feel right in the first time. She knew she looked like a deer in the headlights, standing in the middle of the commons area blocking traffic and trying to take it all in, but it was a lot. Old faces and new faces, and even with her new resolve, it didn't make anything about this situation alright.
Just bearable.
OUT AND ABOUT
One thing she hadn't expected getting back here was the need to run chores.
But that's exactly what she was doing. Picking up things that had been ordered for her, grabbing things she wanted. It was strange how quickly you found things you needed here that you would have never even thought of owning at home.
Katniss knew she could simply request someone, likely and avox, to do it, but that had never sat well with her. And now she was wanting to see the Capitol through her new lens, and see if there was anything she had seen and not seen before. She wasn't hopeful, but she had had enough of Gale telling her there must be things right under her nose to not at least look. He had pointed out enough solid examples of things she'd over looked that any self righteous doubt had been smothered.
However, looking deep into windows for the smallest symbol, for the deeper meaning in anything, she was looking less at the people in front of her.
"Oh, geeze, sorry," She muttered for what felt like the hundredth time and she accidentally caught someones heel under her foot, knowing what an asshole she must look like right now, wandering starry eyes down the avenues looking into jewelry stores and clothing boutiques.
A DEEP BREATH
This city was exhausting.
It wasn't exactly a revelation or anything, but she had forgotten how draining have constant sound, constant people around you could be. Right now she'd give about anything to be hunting with Gale, screw the revolution.
But she wasn't and wouldn't be anytime soon. And right now she needed a break.
Slipping between the crowd, she headed for the little piece of park she'd decided was about as close to home as she was going to get. As soon as she was reasonably in, she dropped the shopping she'd been carrying, and scrambled up the trunk, using the holds to get her self out. It would be nice if it was summer, and she could kick her shoes off and really climb, but instead she settled for a branch about 10 feet off the ground, letting her legs dangle down. Her mind wandered as she sought out the pine cones hanging around her, making a game of tossing them into the bags below her.
Hopefully nothing in there couldn't handle a pine cone or two.
TRAINING TIME
At least in the training center, Katniss felt on her own ground.
Mostly she was there to help her Tributes (or really, any of them) but she had already been dumped unexpectedly into one arena. She wasn't going to let that catch her unexpected again. Fresh back from the District, she wasn't too worried, but last time she'd gotten lazy and paid for it.
There were new weapons now, strange ones, and she looked them over, lifting them to feel their weight in her hands, before setting them back down one by one. It'd be worth while to learn those, too. Really, she just wanted to get a hold of everything she could.
Right now, though, she wanted to form some bonds, old and new. Idly lifting an arrow and testing it's weight, she looked around for others too approach. Tributes to train, or tributes to learn from.
DOWN TIME
It had been a rough few days, but Katniss was starting to back on her feet.
Grabbing one of the bags of shopping from her room, she went out to the living room to sort through it. Finding a comfortable little corner, she curled into it, setting the bag in her lap, and reaching in to sort through it.
The first thing her fingertips found was something hard and rough. Wrinkling her nose, she pulled it out, holding up a neat little pine cone.
"The hell..."
It took a moment to remember her game in the tree.