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thecapitol2015-01-06 08:03 pm
infinitemayonnaise) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-06 08:03 pm
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Storing Food for the Winter
Who| Kousuke Nitou and you!
What| After the Arena, Nitou's coping mechanisms prove to be strange.
Where| All over the place, specific prompts for different locations inside.
When| A few days after the Arena.
Warnings/Notes| Talk of Arena death and violence, obscene quantities of mayonnaise.
[A - Around Town]
Between the starvation and taunting with Miracle Whip during his re-education session and the even worse starvation that had come from the Arena itself, Nitou was starting to develop some issues. Food had always been important to the guy, and mayonnaise the most important of all. He put it on everything. Everything. Having that taken away, combined with the general trauma that was the Arena. He'd accidentally killed Gary, he'd seen a bunch of other people die, he'd died after a chestburster popped out to say hello and then he and it were eaten by Chimera...To make that even worse, somehow, the Capitol media had gotten it into its head that he was in a relationship with Haruto, of all people. HARUTO. That was just disturbing. Nitou's favored coping method for dealing with upsetting things he couldn't actively work to fix had always been to move on to the next thing, the next great adventure, never to let on that he'd been hurt. But he couldn't really move on here in the Capitol, could he? Couldn't pack up his tent and wander off to a more hospitable environment.
He'd already taken to ensuring that he had a decent mayonnaise hoard stockpiled in the District Five apartments, but something about that Arena death kicked that need into overdrive. It was a relatively harmless, mindless activity, and making sure he had enough mayo provided him with a sort of security blanket. Problem was, in his desperation to do something after his death, this hoarding behavior kicked into overdrive, and Nitou needed more mayonnaise. There was only one thing to do--stockpile even more mayonnaise. But first, he had to get this mayo to stockpile from somewhere.
So there he is, out and about, gathering the mayonnaise in a whirlwind shopping trip. He has carts full of the stuff. Enough that it's not surprising he's lost his grip on one of them, and it's rolling wildly out of control and away. "Hey, you! Look out!" Those who don't get out of the way or stop the cart in time are likely to get mowed down by it--and "I got hit by a runaway cart of mayo" is an awful thing that no one wants to have to tell the paramedics.
[B - Common Areas]
And what is one to do with a mayo stash? Hide it. If he hides enough of it, then there's absolutely no way the Capitol will be able to find and take away all of it. Clearly, this is flawless logic.
"'Scuse me." And there's Nitou calmly reaching around the person standing next to that lamp to hide a bottle of mayonnaise in the light fixture. Or reaching under someone to shove a bottle underneath some couch cushions. Or climbing on a ladder armed with a roll of duct tape with the clear intent to tape a skinny squirt bottle of the stuff behind the curtain rods. Or uprooting a potted plant so he can hide some mayonnaise underneath. Or hollowing out a book to create a secret mayo-shaped compartment. He might even be found jimmying open the tank of a toilet in one of the bathrooms to hide a bottle in a ziploc baggie containing a mayonnaise bottle inside if he really starts running out of hiding spots. Of course, hiding things in front of people probably defeats the purpose, but he doesn't care at this point.
[C - D5 Apartments]
If there was a place in the Tribute Tower that could be said to be the epicenter of Project Mayonnaise, it was here, where Nitou actually lived. There had been small caches of mayonnaise scattered around the apartments here and there before, but this was different. There was Nitou being cheerfully eccentric, and then there was Nitou displaying terrible coping methods and overdoing it in some weird mayo-based cry for help.
If anyone would care to confront Nitou about this mayo-caching behavior, he's in his apartment, where he's in the process of shoving a ridiculous amount of mayonnaise, probably what he couldn't find hiding spots for in the rest of the Tower, under his bed--and there's a new "chair" in the corner. It's actually a bunch of jars of mayonnaise stacked together in the shape of a large armchair and covered up with a slipcloth, and it definitely looks just like a pile of mayonnaise pretending to be furniture.
What| After the Arena, Nitou's coping mechanisms prove to be strange.
Where| All over the place, specific prompts for different locations inside.
When| A few days after the Arena.
Warnings/Notes| Talk of Arena death and violence, obscene quantities of mayonnaise.
[A - Around Town]
Between the starvation and taunting with Miracle Whip during his re-education session and the even worse starvation that had come from the Arena itself, Nitou was starting to develop some issues. Food had always been important to the guy, and mayonnaise the most important of all. He put it on everything. Everything. Having that taken away, combined with the general trauma that was the Arena. He'd accidentally killed Gary, he'd seen a bunch of other people die, he'd died after a chestburster popped out to say hello and then he and it were eaten by Chimera...To make that even worse, somehow, the Capitol media had gotten it into its head that he was in a relationship with Haruto, of all people. HARUTO. That was just disturbing. Nitou's favored coping method for dealing with upsetting things he couldn't actively work to fix had always been to move on to the next thing, the next great adventure, never to let on that he'd been hurt. But he couldn't really move on here in the Capitol, could he? Couldn't pack up his tent and wander off to a more hospitable environment.
He'd already taken to ensuring that he had a decent mayonnaise hoard stockpiled in the District Five apartments, but something about that Arena death kicked that need into overdrive. It was a relatively harmless, mindless activity, and making sure he had enough mayo provided him with a sort of security blanket. Problem was, in his desperation to do something after his death, this hoarding behavior kicked into overdrive, and Nitou needed more mayonnaise. There was only one thing to do--stockpile even more mayonnaise. But first, he had to get this mayo to stockpile from somewhere.
So there he is, out and about, gathering the mayonnaise in a whirlwind shopping trip. He has carts full of the stuff. Enough that it's not surprising he's lost his grip on one of them, and it's rolling wildly out of control and away. "Hey, you! Look out!" Those who don't get out of the way or stop the cart in time are likely to get mowed down by it--and "I got hit by a runaway cart of mayo" is an awful thing that no one wants to have to tell the paramedics.
[B - Common Areas]
And what is one to do with a mayo stash? Hide it. If he hides enough of it, then there's absolutely no way the Capitol will be able to find and take away all of it. Clearly, this is flawless logic.
"'Scuse me." And there's Nitou calmly reaching around the person standing next to that lamp to hide a bottle of mayonnaise in the light fixture. Or reaching under someone to shove a bottle underneath some couch cushions. Or climbing on a ladder armed with a roll of duct tape with the clear intent to tape a skinny squirt bottle of the stuff behind the curtain rods. Or uprooting a potted plant so he can hide some mayonnaise underneath. Or hollowing out a book to create a secret mayo-shaped compartment. He might even be found jimmying open the tank of a toilet in one of the bathrooms to hide a bottle in a ziploc baggie containing a mayonnaise bottle inside if he really starts running out of hiding spots. Of course, hiding things in front of people probably defeats the purpose, but he doesn't care at this point.
[C - D5 Apartments]
If there was a place in the Tribute Tower that could be said to be the epicenter of Project Mayonnaise, it was here, where Nitou actually lived. There had been small caches of mayonnaise scattered around the apartments here and there before, but this was different. There was Nitou being cheerfully eccentric, and then there was Nitou displaying terrible coping methods and overdoing it in some weird mayo-based cry for help.
If anyone would care to confront Nitou about this mayo-caching behavior, he's in his apartment, where he's in the process of shoving a ridiculous amount of mayonnaise, probably what he couldn't find hiding spots for in the rest of the Tower, under his bed--and there's a new "chair" in the corner. It's actually a bunch of jars of mayonnaise stacked together in the shape of a large armchair and covered up with a slipcloth, and it definitely looks just like a pile of mayonnaise pretending to be furniture.
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...damn it. This is about the arena, isn't it?
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