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thecapitol2015-01-07 03:57 pm
sizeofyourbaggage) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-07 03:57 pm
tried counting sheep
Who| Sam Wilson and YOU! All of you!
What| Sleep issues and trying to settle post-arena
Where| Various spots in the Tribute Tower/over the Capitol
When| After the end of the arena and through the first week after, mostly before Panem Nightly
Warnings/Notes| Prompts for specific locations under the cut! Nightmare and PTSD-talk likely, probably mentions of violence and death
Late Nights in District 5
It’s probably not a secret that Sam hasn’t slept much since getting back from the arena, the same way that he can pick up the signs that he’s not the only one with sleeping problems in District Five. Some nights, he doesn’t even try - he either doesn’t return back to the floor at all, or when he does, he heads straight for the couch or the kitchen.
The nights he is there, he can be found in the common areas at all hours of the night, watching bad Capitol TV with the volume on low, in the kitchen making snacks, or even occasionally catching a few minutes of sleep on the couch before he jerks awake again.
In the Training Center
He’d been in the training room a lot before the arena, sure, but it’s even worse now. Whenever he has downtime that he can’t fill up by something else, Sam ends up here, going through a workout, practicing with whatever weapons are available, or just attacking the punching bags.
When he’s alone, he goes all out, sets up a playlist full of fast-paced, heavy workout songs and just loses himself in them.
When there’s other people there, though, he goes slower, reduces the pace so he can maintain a conversation, if they’re the type that will put up with him when he attempts to strike up one.
Out and About in the Capitol
Now that the curfew’s gone, most mornings he goes outside for his run. He hasn’t found a path he likes enough yet to make it a regular one, so he alternates routes through the parks and on the sidewalks.
When he’s done, sometimes he lingers in the Capitol, going shopping or just wandering around to get a better feel for the city, keeping an eye out for anyone he knows. Or anyone who looks like they might be a Tribute, instead of another… interestingly dressed Capitol citizen.
For Close CR
Some nights, he just can’t stand the thought of being alone. All right, a lot of nights, and he’s not too proud to seek out company when he needs someone else’s presence to pull him out of the thoughts that get stuck in his head.
Even if he does feel a little guilty at the late hour, but he figures they could tell him to get lost if they actually are sleeping, and don’t want to be disturbed.
So he when he can’t sleep, he makes his way to rooms that aren’t his, knocks quiet but firm on the doors of the people he considers himself lucky to call his friends.
(Starter prompts for specific threads in the comments!)
What| Sleep issues and trying to settle post-arena
Where| Various spots in the Tribute Tower/over the Capitol
When| After the end of the arena and through the first week after, mostly before Panem Nightly
Warnings/Notes| Prompts for specific locations under the cut! Nightmare and PTSD-talk likely, probably mentions of violence and death
Late Nights in District 5
It’s probably not a secret that Sam hasn’t slept much since getting back from the arena, the same way that he can pick up the signs that he’s not the only one with sleeping problems in District Five. Some nights, he doesn’t even try - he either doesn’t return back to the floor at all, or when he does, he heads straight for the couch or the kitchen.
The nights he is there, he can be found in the common areas at all hours of the night, watching bad Capitol TV with the volume on low, in the kitchen making snacks, or even occasionally catching a few minutes of sleep on the couch before he jerks awake again.
In the Training Center
He’d been in the training room a lot before the arena, sure, but it’s even worse now. Whenever he has downtime that he can’t fill up by something else, Sam ends up here, going through a workout, practicing with whatever weapons are available, or just attacking the punching bags.
When he’s alone, he goes all out, sets up a playlist full of fast-paced, heavy workout songs and just loses himself in them.
When there’s other people there, though, he goes slower, reduces the pace so he can maintain a conversation, if they’re the type that will put up with him when he attempts to strike up one.
Out and About in the Capitol
Now that the curfew’s gone, most mornings he goes outside for his run. He hasn’t found a path he likes enough yet to make it a regular one, so he alternates routes through the parks and on the sidewalks.
When he’s done, sometimes he lingers in the Capitol, going shopping or just wandering around to get a better feel for the city, keeping an eye out for anyone he knows. Or anyone who looks like they might be a Tribute, instead of another… interestingly dressed Capitol citizen.
For Close CR
Some nights, he just can’t stand the thought of being alone. All right, a lot of nights, and he’s not too proud to seek out company when he needs someone else’s presence to pull him out of the thoughts that get stuck in his head.
Even if he does feel a little guilty at the late hour, but he figures they could tell him to get lost if they actually are sleeping, and don’t want to be disturbed.
So he when he can’t sleep, he makes his way to rooms that aren’t his, knocks quiet but firm on the doors of the people he considers himself lucky to call his friends.
(Starter prompts for specific threads in the comments!)
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He doesn’t hesitate to start snacking on the Chex mix offered, and even puts the bowl in his lap so he can have easier access to it, which is convenient for Julian but not so much for Sam.
“Simba? Really?” Julian supposes being referenced to a lion is better than some of the other names he’s been called, so even if he’s trying hard to look unimpressed, it still makes him crack a small smile. “Does that make you Zazu?”
“Your thing? Are you like one of those crazy pigeon people or something?”
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He spots that smile, though, no matter how much Julian might try to hide it. That pretty much just ensures that Sam's going to keep calling him that. Sam chuckles at the 'Zazu' thing, making a face just on principle. "That depends, you gonna keep invading district 5 and eating all my food?"
For a moment, Sam considers explaining the Falcon thing - it's not like it's anything close to a secret anymore, not with how many people he's told or have otherwise found out about it, especially since he'd talked about it in the arena. But he doesn't feel like going into it right now, so he just shrugs. "You won't call them crazy pigeon people when their army of birds are coming after you," he jokes. "But nah, not pigeons. I used to help rehabilitate birds, usually raptors."
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“An army of birds doesn’t scare me. Birds are the ones that are scared of cats. I’ll just hiss at them, and they’ll all go flying away.” Julian certainly doesn’t look like he could ever be that scary, especially with the way he’s still stuffing his face with Chex mix like a little kid, but he likes to think he can be far more intimidating than he actually is.
“Oh. That’s… better than being a crazy bird man, I suppose.” It’s nice is what it is, and since the people Julian’s spent the most time with were mostly people who only cared about themselves, he finds it a bit odd that Sam rehabilitated birds, and was a pararescue, and feeds cats he doesn’t know. Julian momentarily stops eating the Chex mix to give Sam a puzzled look and asks, “Is there anything else you rescue I should know about?”
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And yet he's feeding Julian anyway, even if his confident assessment of his ability to scare away a bird army makes Sam shake his head. "You ever seen a flock of big city pigeons? They ain't scared of nothing, man, I've seen them take on a bus."
That's definitely not a question that Sam was expecting, and he pauses, thinking that over. Sam hasn't actually thought of himself as rescuing anything in a pretty long time - not since he stopped serving. The kind of work he does now isn't rescuing so much as giving people the tools to help themselves. So he shakes his head. "If that's your way of asking if I've got a hero complex, nah," he teases.
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“Don’t underestimate the power of superior cat genes. I’ve seen big flocks. They don’t bother me.” More like Julian just avoided them, but no one has to know that. The last part does makes him snicker, though, even if it’s also combined with an incredulous look. “A bus? That’s not possible.”
“You could have fooled me, but okay,” he shrugs, and starts to scavenge through the chex mix so he can pick out his favorite pieces, “But if I start hearing stories about you saving grandmas from burning buildings or something I’m not going to believe you anymore.”
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"Power of superior cat genes," he mutters under his breath, giving an amused snort. And grinning at Julian as he does it, because he knows the kid can hear him. "Of course it's not possible. But they try it anyway, they're pigeons." Sam's a bird guy, yeah, but pigeons are still stupid. He's more of a raptor fan, anyway.
"Don't believe any stories you read about me here, man, they're all lies." He pauses, then adds teasingly. "Mostly all lies. What kind of soup do you like, Simba?"
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“Hey. Don’t laugh at our power,” Julian says sternly, though Sam’s grin is enough to make him look amused too. “It’s why there are tons of cat people, while you’re all alone in bird person land. And why no cat is dumb enough to try and take on a bus.”
“You’re going to make me soup?” There’s clear excitement in his voice, and he doesn’t even bother to protest the Simba part, instead getting more and more animated as he lists, “I like french onion soup. And clam chowder. And anything with chicken in it.”
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Sam's definitely laughing at the cat power, though. "What are you talking about, all alone? I know at least two other people here who are in the bird club."
He considers Julian's answer for a moment. "I guess I'll change that to: how hungry are you? Cause I've got a killer French onion soup recipe I can do, but it's gonna take longer to make than heating up the rosemary chicken soup I made last night will."
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“A whole two people,” Julian’s trying his best not to laugh, but his lips twitch with the effort, “That’s a enough for a president, vice president, and secretary. What a great club.”
“Both,” Julian immediately answers, but then reconsiders, and after a pause says, “The French onion soup sounds good. I have my Chex mix until it’s ready.” Well, Julian has Sam’s Chex mix, but he considers it the same thing.
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Not that showing him how to make Chex mix is going to help him out there, but it's a start at trying to get the kid to learn how to do stuff. "Pretty much, yeah. Sometimes there's microwaving, but that's about it."
He snorts a little, amused at that. "It's an extremely selective club."
Sam raises an eyebrow at both, then nods. "French onion soup it is." He ducks his head into the fridge, pulling out ingredients. "How are you at grating cheese?"
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“What do you have to do to get in? Ace a random bird facts test?” He jumps off the counter, Chex mix still in hand, so he can wander over to inspect the ingredients Sam is pulling out.
Julian doesn’t look thrilled about the idea of grating cheese, but he doesn’t protest either. “The chefs usually took care of that, but I’m… fine at it. If I have to be.” He thinks he is, anyway. It was only something he ever did as a last resort, when there were no chefs around and he really wanted extra cheese on whatever leftovers he had, but it had seemed to go okay those few times.
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He snorts a little as he finishes pulling out everything he needs, standing back to let Julian inspect it as he gathers up kitchen tools. “That’s something you only get to find out when you want to be a member.”
Sam hands Julian a block of cheese, setting the grater on the counter next to him. “Good enough. You grate while I slice up these onions.” He moves over to the cutting board, starting up his slicing before he asks, “You have chefs, back at home?”
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“That’s not fair. I’ll never know now.” Julian picks up some of the ingredients to give them a closer look, then after a few moments sets them down with a nod of approval. “But that’s okay. There’s tons of cat club secrets you don’t know about.”
Julian sets down the Chex mix reluctantly, and then gets to grating, movements a little slow and awkward but they at least get the job done. “Of course. The chefs made almost all my meals since I was a kid. Why bother cooking when you can pay someone else to do it.”
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He tries not to think about how hard that means the next arena’s going to be for him.
“You could find out if you ever decide to convert to the bird side,” he teases as he dumps his onions into a pan to get them simmering.
“Because cooking’s fun, man. And it’s an easy way to impress people.” He grins a little. “Course, I wouldn’t know about being able to pay people to do it for me. What do your parents do that means they could have a personal chef?”
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“It’s… fun? Eating is fun, but I didn’t think cooking could be.” He glances between the grater and the pan where Sam’s cooking the onions, looking confused as to what the fun part exactly is, but it doesn’t take him long to go back to being smug as he adds on, “I don’t really have to worry about impressing people, either. I’m already a very impressive person.”
“My dad owns a security system business, but he owns a lot of other things too. Hotels, malls, golf courses, anything he thinks is deserving of his attention, really.” There’s a hint of pride to his voice as he answers, glad to have any excuse to be able to brag about his dad. “Our last name was pretty well known, back home.”
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Then he gives a little laugh. “You don’t, huh? Well, maybe impressive is the wrong word. But It usually makes people happy, when you make them sometime. It’s relaxing, and it’s almost like magic, getting to see the end result from what you put in it.”
That’s about what Sam expected as an answer. The more important stuff is what Julian didn’t say - the pride in his voice, and the fact that he didn’t mention his mom. “All of that must keep your dad pretty busy.”
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Julian nods. “People do like getting things.” That much makes sense to him, at least, even if he’s not so sure whether it matters if you make it or not. “Like magic? You really like cooking that much?”
“It does. He's always worked a lot.” If he didn’t, they wouldn’t have had the money they did. That’s what he told Julian, even when Julian got his abilities and was confined to the house. Julian thinks he might have been okay with having less money if it meant he got to see his dad more. But he doesn’t say that, instead he says, “He still tried to make time for me, and he made sure to always send me whatever I wanted.”