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thecapitol2015-02-01 01:12 am
whatisay) wrote in thecapitol2015-02-01 01:12 am
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You Try But You Fail 'Cuz You're Bad at Life [Closed]
WHO| Jason Compson and Cassian
WHAT| Jason lets Cassian know he's a disappointment.
WHERE| D7 Suites
WHEN| First week.
WARNINGS| None, just Jason Compson being terrible. Cassian's kind of a tool too.
Jason's lost Tributes at the Cornucopia before and, in fact, managed to have his District be a total wash before the event was over at least twice. It doesn't surprise him when Cassian falls. It does piss him off.
It takes them a few days to revive a Tribute, and it's nearly four days in by the time Cassian's returned to his bedroom. During the meanwhile, Jason works his overtime and doesn't spare anyone in earshot his bitching about it, even though truth be told, he'd rather be in the empty District Seven Suites than back home listening to his brother bellow and his mother diagnose herself with gluten allergies. He has the Avoxes do his laundry downstairs, in the guts of the building where Tributes aren't allowed. He sets up camp in the District Seven living room with a phone and a notebook and a spreadsheet of numbers, names, assi amounts, locations, keeping detailed tabs on where each of the surviving Tributes are and what supplies they have left. A few nights he sleeps on the couch, only to be woken by his mother sending frantic messages wondering why he hasn't come home yet (he doesn't answer them - he just turns the sound off on his phone).
As such, he's in the living room still, half-asleep, glancing up at the TV over his glasses as it gives him an update on Beth Greene, when the Avoxes bring an unconscious Cassian in on a gurney at three in the morning. For someone unfamiliar with the proceeding, it looks like they're wheeling him into an ambulance and that Cassian might be dead. Jason knows he isn't, and as such he slips back on his suit jacket, goes into the bathroom and slaps some water on his face, and wakes up for his first interaction with a Tribute in half a week.
He's informed that Cassian should be waking up soon, and so he takes a seat in the armchair in that room, cracking his neck and knuckles, smoking his vaporizer, drinking coffee and watching the poor Tribute unlucky enough to get his full attention. He doesn't give Cassian long to recover from dying before he starts asking questions. As soon as those brown eyes are open, so's Jason's mouth.
"You want to start with telling me what you did wrong?"
WHAT| Jason lets Cassian know he's a disappointment.
WHERE| D7 Suites
WHEN| First week.
WARNINGS| None, just Jason Compson being terrible. Cassian's kind of a tool too.
Jason's lost Tributes at the Cornucopia before and, in fact, managed to have his District be a total wash before the event was over at least twice. It doesn't surprise him when Cassian falls. It does piss him off.
It takes them a few days to revive a Tribute, and it's nearly four days in by the time Cassian's returned to his bedroom. During the meanwhile, Jason works his overtime and doesn't spare anyone in earshot his bitching about it, even though truth be told, he'd rather be in the empty District Seven Suites than back home listening to his brother bellow and his mother diagnose herself with gluten allergies. He has the Avoxes do his laundry downstairs, in the guts of the building where Tributes aren't allowed. He sets up camp in the District Seven living room with a phone and a notebook and a spreadsheet of numbers, names, assi amounts, locations, keeping detailed tabs on where each of the surviving Tributes are and what supplies they have left. A few nights he sleeps on the couch, only to be woken by his mother sending frantic messages wondering why he hasn't come home yet (he doesn't answer them - he just turns the sound off on his phone).
As such, he's in the living room still, half-asleep, glancing up at the TV over his glasses as it gives him an update on Beth Greene, when the Avoxes bring an unconscious Cassian in on a gurney at three in the morning. For someone unfamiliar with the proceeding, it looks like they're wheeling him into an ambulance and that Cassian might be dead. Jason knows he isn't, and as such he slips back on his suit jacket, goes into the bathroom and slaps some water on his face, and wakes up for his first interaction with a Tribute in half a week.
He's informed that Cassian should be waking up soon, and so he takes a seat in the armchair in that room, cracking his neck and knuckles, smoking his vaporizer, drinking coffee and watching the poor Tribute unlucky enough to get his full attention. He doesn't give Cassian long to recover from dying before he starts asking questions. As soon as those brown eyes are open, so's Jason's mouth.
"You want to start with telling me what you did wrong?"
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He dragged himself into sitting and rubbed a hand over the back of his eyes, his mind finally gathered enough to process what he'd been asked.
"Waking up again?" That certainly would have solved the problem. Truth be told, he couldn't pinpoint what he'd done wrong, only that something had gone wrong somewhere. He'd gone for the cornucopia, he'd grabbed a knife or something with a blade and he'd been about to take some poor sucker out when that little girl with a spear as big as she was showed up and caught him off guard. That was it, wasn't it? Both times now, he'd been caught off guard by a couple of kids, not for their age, but for the fact they didn't act as kids from the 1890s did. He'd underestimated them.
"I'm sure you're going to give me your opinion either way."
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"Funny. My opinion is that you had the gall to be resurrected after that disaster of a performance too, but no, I want your opinion."
He folds his ankle over his knees, as if he's settling in for a while. "Second time in a row from a child, huh? That's impressive."
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"I don't know what went wrong, I killed people for a living so I don't know what's missing." Was it the cornucopia? Was it this place? Was it the fact they'd apparently given everyone back their special abilities and something in Cassian was suppressed now too? What if it wasn't though, how did he fall so easily?
"I underestimated them...not because they're young, don't go thinking I'm soft on kids- they're wormbait as much as anyone-but because, where I'm from, kid's are just brats. Give one a knife and they're more likely to cut themselves or their friends than kill someone."
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Jason snorts again and leans back against Cassian's desk, spread almost like a hammock between it and the chair. The wood that makes it up is better than anything new he's been able to afford in years. They spoil these offworld Tributes while leaving their own Citizens to fend for themselves, their own Citizens from a family that helped build this place, that instated the Games in the first place.
"The kids in the Hunger Games are dangerous. You do some studying, you'll see they were always dangerous. That was the point." Jason taps his temple with the glowing tip of his vapor cigarette. "Now think. Where did you really go wrong."
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"Whatever answer I give's not going to be good enough for you, so you might as well just tell me what it is you're waiting to hear."
In the meantime, he was feeling far too uncomfortable in the pajamas they'd stuck him in just sitting there. He stood up, not to leave but to rustle through the crap they'd stuck in his wardrobe to find something that wasn't an offensively bright color.
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He twines his fingers and leans back in the chair, bobbing the electric cigarette up and down across his mouth by moving his lower lip back and forth. He doesn't move when Cassian gets up and looks for clothes, instead just watching.
"Black. We'll be dressing you in black from this point on."