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thecapitol2015-01-10 10:07 pm
smarterthanthem) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-10 10:07 pm
Come away little loss, come away to the water [open]
Who| Clementine and OTA
What| Catch-all for Clementine things since the end of the arena, Clementine dealing with her canon-updated memories
Where| The Tribute Center and out in the Capitol, choose from the prompts or make your own
When| Anytime between the end of Arena 12 and now
Warnings/Notes| Talk of violence and children in harmful situations probably.
It's been a strange few weeks for Clementine, how do you describe the sensation of waking up with a whole new bunch of memories in your head? It made the usual disorientation in coming back from the arena pale in comparison.
The memories were... good, bad. A lot of bad. The good was Kenny, alive, really alive. The bad was everything that had happened after that discovery, Carver and his camp, the things Clementine had done and witnessed in the span of just a couple of days. Things she now had to reconcile and fit in with her memories of Panem, ending with everyone surrounded by Walkers and Sarita...
So it's not all surprising that Clementine has been a little reclusive since coming back. She hasn't actively avoided people, far from it, but she has taken a little more time to herself and her thoughts.
Prompt A: District 6
There's nine people living in the District 6 suite (not counting their support staff) and only one big television to share between them in the big lounge area. That can lead to some squabbles over what to watch and a general first-come, first-serve attitude to grabbing the remote whenever it was spied outside of someone's hand.
Clementine takes advantage to temporarily being on her own to set up the gaming system she'd asked for after spending hours at the arcade downtown, putting in a rather bright and colourful racing game which has nothing to with violence or horror. She'll settle for racing against the computer controlled characters for now but if anyone else wants to join in she probably won't say no.
Prompt b: The park
It's extra cold out in the Capitol today and despite that Clementine still ventures outside of the Tribute Center.
She's wrapped herself up in a thick coat and scarf, got a cup of hot chocolate from one of the many, many coffee shops dotted around the Capitol and come to the park with a bag of bread in hand. The ducks here are probably pretty spoiled already by visitors, looking well-fed despite the season, but they still come swimming over the moment Clementine crouches by the bank and sets down her drink on the frozen ground.
"Alright, hang on." she mutters at their insistent quacking, opening up the bag of bread to start tearing off small pieces and throwing them into the water where the ducks immediately set in on squabbling for the food.
What| Catch-all for Clementine things since the end of the arena, Clementine dealing with her canon-updated memories
Where| The Tribute Center and out in the Capitol, choose from the prompts or make your own
When| Anytime between the end of Arena 12 and now
Warnings/Notes| Talk of violence and children in harmful situations probably.
It's been a strange few weeks for Clementine, how do you describe the sensation of waking up with a whole new bunch of memories in your head? It made the usual disorientation in coming back from the arena pale in comparison.
The memories were... good, bad. A lot of bad. The good was Kenny, alive, really alive. The bad was everything that had happened after that discovery, Carver and his camp, the things Clementine had done and witnessed in the span of just a couple of days. Things she now had to reconcile and fit in with her memories of Panem, ending with everyone surrounded by Walkers and Sarita...
So it's not all surprising that Clementine has been a little reclusive since coming back. She hasn't actively avoided people, far from it, but she has taken a little more time to herself and her thoughts.
Prompt A: District 6
There's nine people living in the District 6 suite (not counting their support staff) and only one big television to share between them in the big lounge area. That can lead to some squabbles over what to watch and a general first-come, first-serve attitude to grabbing the remote whenever it was spied outside of someone's hand.
Clementine takes advantage to temporarily being on her own to set up the gaming system she'd asked for after spending hours at the arcade downtown, putting in a rather bright and colourful racing game which has nothing to with violence or horror. She'll settle for racing against the computer controlled characters for now but if anyone else wants to join in she probably won't say no.
Prompt b: The park
It's extra cold out in the Capitol today and despite that Clementine still ventures outside of the Tribute Center.
She's wrapped herself up in a thick coat and scarf, got a cup of hot chocolate from one of the many, many coffee shops dotted around the Capitol and come to the park with a bag of bread in hand. The ducks here are probably pretty spoiled already by visitors, looking well-fed despite the season, but they still come swimming over the moment Clementine crouches by the bank and sets down her drink on the frozen ground.
"Alright, hang on." she mutters at their insistent quacking, opening up the bag of bread to start tearing off small pieces and throwing them into the water where the ducks immediately set in on squabbling for the food.
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It wasn't much, but it gave him a few moments peace from the noise and the sights and his own worrisome thoughts. Except... quacking, didn't really fit.
One eye opened, followed by the other, and slowly he turned, seeking the source. Moving further down the trail he came upon the pond, and the noisy bunch and despite the interruption, his mouth curled in a gentle smile.
"It seems you've made some friends."
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Being clued into the fact she's not alone has an embarrassed flush rising to Clementine's cheeks at being caught talking to the ducks. She throws another piece of bread at them to buy a moment to collect herself over it before looking up and seeing someone she's never met before.
There seems to be a lot of that going on lately.
"Um, yeah. They repeat themselves a lot but they're okay." When in doubt, make a joke.
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"True," he chuckles as they nudge and push and crowd around the girl's feet for the best pieces. "But it's still a sound better than some things."
The strange horseless carriages that screeched and roared. The nasal whine of the TV boxes, incessant wherever one turned. The escorts and the stylists and the sponsors... and his own heart, a whisper in the quiet.
Glancing at her, he gestured to her bag. "May I?"
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He looks a little more subdued than your average Capitolite did.
With a nod she holds out the bag to him, open so it would be easier for the man to grab himself a handful of bread. "Sure."
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A few of the more observant ducks noticed the exchange and quickly waddled over, feathered tails waving as they scrabbled about before him. One nibbled impatiently at a shiny stud on his boot.
He wagged it off gently and tossed a small piece of bread.
"This place is very different from where I'm from. A lot of what they have here I don't recognize by sight or sound..." The ducks piled on the crust and a victor emerged, swallowing it quickly while the rest of troop marched expectantly back to him. "But my mother kept doves. It's not quite the same, but still a bit more familiar."
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She looks down as a duck runs over her foot, which is the biggest sign that these ducks are spoiled by the citizens of the Capitol, they're not scared of people at all. Even the ducks back home, when there were ducks and people with enough bread to spare to feed them, would still run away when she tried to get close to them.
If she were back in her own world Clementine would probably be trying to catch and eat a duck like this.
"You could get a dove here, if you wanted. They sell all sorts of animals in the pet stores." she looks down, tossing more bread at the ducks herself. "What's your home like?"
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He chuckled and tossed another square of bread.
"My mother kept them, not me." It brought back a fond memory or two, but he wasn't sure he was a dove man himself. Even if he weren't going to be going off to die over and over.
The ducks squabbled and squawked and begged shamelessly and he peeled the edge of the slice like an apple, a curl of soft bread the biggest stretched to reach while he worked.
"It looked a bit like this in places. A lot of open space and animals, but we had cities as well. Nothing that shined like this one, but beautiful in their ways."
He'd liked Val Royeaux, with its banners stretched from the rooftops, fluttering gently in the breeze. A nice place to visit.
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"Mine was too... and ours weren't so shiny either. Some of the things they have are familiar but not a lot of them. The people here don't act like anyone I ever knew at home either."
Capitol citizens were strange and that was putting it lightly. It was like they were aliens in a way, they didn't think like normal people did and their priorities were all wrong. Clementine has a unique sense of normalcy given her life experiences.
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Down to his last square he tore into several pieces and tossed them wide, sending the birds scrambling to be first to the prize while he brushed his hands clean of crumbs.
At her careful statement, he chuckled.
"There were some strange customs where I'm from, I'll admit, and some of the getups here would almost be normal in some corners, but the rest... yes, that's a bit beyond even for Thedas."
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The drink is now a little too cool for her taste, probably from sitting on the icy ground, but still warm as she takes a sip and listens to Maxwell talk. "They're like a flock of big colourful birds."
A smile tugs at her lips because saying that reminded her of a conversation she's had regarding the Capitol citizens with someone before. "Some of them squawk like birds too."
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Looking over he gestured to the empty end of the bench, asking silently it was it was alright if he sit.
"Though have been known to make an unholy racket."
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Clementine looks where Maxwell does and then nods, she sits herself down on the bench too, continuing to sip at her drink. The hot chocolate is one thing the capitol does get right, it's perfect and sweet with the taste of melted marshmallows and real chocolate pieces at the top.
"I don't know how people can care that much about clothes." Clem adds, with a roll of her eyes.
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"Perhaps it's nice sometimes, to focus on something not as difficult as all the rest," he said, offering her a small, gentle smile. "...I have a few fashionable friends, you might say. Though they always managed to hold more in their heads at once than just that, which I don't think many here have mastered."
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Clementine listens and then snickers at the end, "Yeah. Not all of them are bad though, the escort for my district is nice. So is Jolie, she's the stylist for eight."
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His brow furrowed, a wry, thoughtful sort of expression crossing his face.
"It doesn't make it better exactly, knowing what's coming, but it helps I think. At least there's something."
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Clementine chews her lip as she thinks about it, "Yeah, it's something."
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The moment stretched, a beat of silence as he watched the ducks, now settling after realizing there was no more bread to be had. Grooming, waddling, settling into feathery loaves on the frozen ground.
Then he exhaled, and smiled wryly down at her.
"So what district are you in, Clementine?"
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It makes her remember that months back they avox'd and executed some of the staff for that reason.
"Maybe. I'm from six, the one that's to do with transport."
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"Transport?" he asked, turning a bit so he could see her better. "Like the carriage-machines? ...What do they have to do with your district?"
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Clementine thinks for a moment, "I think District 8 is textiles. They make all the fabric for the Capitol."
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It sounded vaguely sinister somehow.
"Textiles," he murmured. "I suppose that would explain all the tapestries."
They were arguably lovely, but they were everywhere on the 8th floor; hanging from every conceivable thing.
"Does that mean your floor is decorated with - springs and things?"
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Clementine shrugs, "I don't get it."
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"Don't look at me; I don't even know what those things are." His hands turned down again, an arm resting on the back of the bench. "And personally I'd be happy with a nice window."
He'd balked at his quarters at Skyhold, wishing they hadn't spent so much trouble and expense on him, but he couldn't deny he missed it. That the plain, simple walls of his new quarters just made him miss it all the more.
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It was clean and open, filled with plants and flowers and so long as you could ignore the presence of the forcefield, relaxing. Clementine and almost everyone she knew spent a lot of time up there when they couldn't be bothered to leave the Tribute tower. "Tires and licence plates are things that go on cars."
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He listened as she explained what licenses and tires were, wry amusement growing on his face. Mouth pulling into a small dimple in his cheek.
"Cars - those are automobiles. They're one of things we don't have where I'm from."
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