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thecapitol2015-01-20 10:10 am
silberfuchs) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-20 10:10 am
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[Closed] Here today, forgot tomorrow
WHO| Albert and Steve, Albert and Bruce
WHAT| Albert and Steve converse in a blind spot about the Arenas and later Albert approaches Bruce about "the Other Guy"
WHEN| Post Arena, pre-crowning
WHERE| A blind spot, District 3
WARNINGS| Talk of death, as par for the norm.
Steve Rogers
Meaning to talk to someone doesn't necessarily mean you'll get the chance to do so, especially not here with death matches hanging over their heads. Albert had wanted to pull Steve aside since the children's arena and several conversations he'd had with several people, but there simply hadn't been the chance until now, an entire Arena come and gone later. But with Carlos gone, possibly Thor, Marius, and Punchy too and Albert with an inkling of where they've potentially gone, what he wants to discuss is more pertinent than ever.
Which is why he sends his friend a text in the late evening - perfect time for more clandestine discussions considering the general Capitol citizenry is off basking in their drunken revelry and whining over when the next Game will start - to meet him under the blue awning of the barber's shop a little ways down across from the Tribute tower 'for a smoke'. He's very pointed about the blue awning; not the red or white ones that line the front, but specifically the blue. That's where the cameras and microphones are turned away, after all.
A few minutes before the time he'd specified has Albert waiting there, leaning against the wall in a heavy jacket that frankly looks like a carpet to Albert, but it's warm and considering the snow starting to slowly pile on the awning above, he'll take it. He lights a cigarette, takes a long inhale, and waits.
Bruce Banner
Curfew may have been lifted but it occurs to Albert that he hasn't seen Bruce since the Arena. It's not really a surprising revelation, considering. When Bruce had mentioned a 'condition', Albert had never dreamed it really meant turning into a giant green vehicle of rage and destruction. In another life, he might have made some comment about everyone feeling that way sometimes and Bruce being the mirror up to nature, but in the context of his own head being bashed in by the Hulk, it doesn't seem appropriate.
It's now been a few weeks though and he feels he has to say something to Bruce, some form of reassurance that he bears the man no ill will, that he thinks of him no differently. He doesn't, though there is some deep animal instinct of fear as an undercurrent now, but Albert is a rational human being and while fear of the Hulk may be a healthy thing should he ever make a reappearance, fear of Bruce is something the German will not allow room for. Moreover, that fear comes partially from lack of knowledge and understanding, something that can be fixed.
If Bruce would ever come out of his room, that is.
Well, if he won't come out then Albert will make the first move towards reconciliation, knocking on his district mate's door one ordinary evening. "Bruce? I made too much fried rice. I'd like to share it."
It's a thin excuse, though he does have two bowls of the rice dish to back it up. Chang wouldn't be proud, per se, considering Albert couldn't find all the right seasonings and vegetables, but it's filing and hot and doesn't taste bad at least.
WHAT| Albert and Steve converse in a blind spot about the Arenas and later Albert approaches Bruce about "the Other Guy"
WHEN| Post Arena, pre-crowning
WHERE| A blind spot, District 3
WARNINGS| Talk of death, as par for the norm.
Steve Rogers
Meaning to talk to someone doesn't necessarily mean you'll get the chance to do so, especially not here with death matches hanging over their heads. Albert had wanted to pull Steve aside since the children's arena and several conversations he'd had with several people, but there simply hadn't been the chance until now, an entire Arena come and gone later. But with Carlos gone, possibly Thor, Marius, and Punchy too and Albert with an inkling of where they've potentially gone, what he wants to discuss is more pertinent than ever.
Which is why he sends his friend a text in the late evening - perfect time for more clandestine discussions considering the general Capitol citizenry is off basking in their drunken revelry and whining over when the next Game will start - to meet him under the blue awning of the barber's shop a little ways down across from the Tribute tower 'for a smoke'. He's very pointed about the blue awning; not the red or white ones that line the front, but specifically the blue. That's where the cameras and microphones are turned away, after all.
A few minutes before the time he'd specified has Albert waiting there, leaning against the wall in a heavy jacket that frankly looks like a carpet to Albert, but it's warm and considering the snow starting to slowly pile on the awning above, he'll take it. He lights a cigarette, takes a long inhale, and waits.
Bruce Banner
Curfew may have been lifted but it occurs to Albert that he hasn't seen Bruce since the Arena. It's not really a surprising revelation, considering. When Bruce had mentioned a 'condition', Albert had never dreamed it really meant turning into a giant green vehicle of rage and destruction. In another life, he might have made some comment about everyone feeling that way sometimes and Bruce being the mirror up to nature, but in the context of his own head being bashed in by the Hulk, it doesn't seem appropriate.
It's now been a few weeks though and he feels he has to say something to Bruce, some form of reassurance that he bears the man no ill will, that he thinks of him no differently. He doesn't, though there is some deep animal instinct of fear as an undercurrent now, but Albert is a rational human being and while fear of the Hulk may be a healthy thing should he ever make a reappearance, fear of Bruce is something the German will not allow room for. Moreover, that fear comes partially from lack of knowledge and understanding, something that can be fixed.
If Bruce would ever come out of his room, that is.
Well, if he won't come out then Albert will make the first move towards reconciliation, knocking on his district mate's door one ordinary evening. "Bruce? I made too much fried rice. I'd like to share it."
It's a thin excuse, though he does have two bowls of the rice dish to back it up. Chang wouldn't be proud, per se, considering Albert couldn't find all the right seasonings and vegetables, but it's filing and hot and doesn't taste bad at least.