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thecapitol2015-03-06 04:58 am
broken_gospel) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-06 04:58 am
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Darkness Shades Me [OPEN]
Who| Samuel and You
What| If anyone wants to hang out with Sam, this is the place to do it
Where| Commons, training center, wherever you want
When| At more or less any point this cycle, this is a very wide catch-all type deal
Warnings/Notes| Will add if necessary
A.Commons:
Sam has made a habit of sitting around in the commons, either having a drink or reading or quietly scribbling in a notebook. Sometimes he just watches people as they come and go. Often his lips move as if he is having a quiet conversation with someone, though very rarely is there someone there with whom said conversation could be taking place. At times he is involved in chess games, seemingly with himself, though his obvious frustration with certain moves gives the impression that they are being made by someone else.
Whenever he catches someone's eye they will get a friendly little smile, a subtle little invitation of sorts. If you would like to join him, he won't mind. That's what he's here for after all. To help, to talk, to instruct.
B.Training center:
He has too much energy in his body sometimes, too many thoughts buzzing around in his head. Too much tension winding his body tight until he feels as if he can't move, as if he will fall apart if he upsets the delicate balance of things.
At such times he goes to the training center, mindlessly lifting weights or punching things until he is drenched in sweat, until he can barely make his limbs move anymore and he is left splayed out on the floor panting and spent. It's an almost euphoric state, this blank nothingness that he is left with when he has pushed himself as far as he can go.
Silence, at last.
C.Choose your own adventure:
If you want Sam to be somewhere, write up a starter and I will roll with it <3
[Closed to Jolie]
There is so much blood. It wells up between his fingers and he presses down harder, ignoring the scream of pain that erupts from the girl writhing on the ground. It sounds like it’s coming from far away, like an echo or something in a dream. There is so much blood. He didn’t mean to do it. Well, he did but he didn’t, he shouldn’t have, shit shit shit she’s going to die. He sobs, and all that warm life just keeps slipping away, seeping into the ground…
Sam wakes up with a start, and he can tell from the soreness in his throat that he’s been screaming in his sleep again. Well, fuck. Hopefully he didn’t wake anyone up.
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What| If anyone wants to hang out with Sam, this is the place to do it
Where| Commons, training center, wherever you want
When| At more or less any point this cycle, this is a very wide catch-all type deal
Warnings/Notes| Will add if necessary
A.Commons:
Sam has made a habit of sitting around in the commons, either having a drink or reading or quietly scribbling in a notebook. Sometimes he just watches people as they come and go. Often his lips move as if he is having a quiet conversation with someone, though very rarely is there someone there with whom said conversation could be taking place. At times he is involved in chess games, seemingly with himself, though his obvious frustration with certain moves gives the impression that they are being made by someone else.
Whenever he catches someone's eye they will get a friendly little smile, a subtle little invitation of sorts. If you would like to join him, he won't mind. That's what he's here for after all. To help, to talk, to instruct.
B.Training center:
He has too much energy in his body sometimes, too many thoughts buzzing around in his head. Too much tension winding his body tight until he feels as if he can't move, as if he will fall apart if he upsets the delicate balance of things.
At such times he goes to the training center, mindlessly lifting weights or punching things until he is drenched in sweat, until he can barely make his limbs move anymore and he is left splayed out on the floor panting and spent. It's an almost euphoric state, this blank nothingness that he is left with when he has pushed himself as far as he can go.
Silence, at last.
C.Choose your own adventure:
If you want Sam to be somewhere, write up a starter and I will roll with it <3
[Closed to Jolie]
There is so much blood. It wells up between his fingers and he presses down harder, ignoring the scream of pain that erupts from the girl writhing on the ground. It sounds like it’s coming from far away, like an echo or something in a dream. There is so much blood. He didn’t mean to do it. Well, he did but he didn’t, he shouldn’t have, shit shit shit she’s going to die. He sobs, and all that warm life just keeps slipping away, seeping into the ground…
Sam wakes up with a start, and he can tell from the soreness in his throat that he’s been screaming in his sleep again. Well, fuck. Hopefully he didn’t wake anyone up.
.
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You don't need to be a genius to figure out what might be going on in there, but Trey is still simultaneously dazed and on alert when his skinny fingers reach for the doorknob. He's relieved to see no peacekeepers or murderers or any other dramatic occurrence taking place, but he remains worried as he steps toward Sam as slowly as he can. A concerned Avox has been sent to bring water, so by the time Sam wakes up, Trey is kneeling beside his bed with a glass of water on the bedside table for him.
"Hey." He greets him in a soft voice, reaching a careful hand out to brush his fingers over Samuel's cheek. "You're alright. Everything is okay."
B
Just to make sure he's alive.
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He takes hold of Trey's hand, pressing it against his cheek and leaning into the touch, letting it ground him back into reality and for the moment not giving a flying fuck that the two of them aren't really supposed to be all that fond of each other.
"Nothing's okay, Trey."
His voice is even hoarser than usual, and thick with tears.
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"You're okay." Clearly he isn't, but he doesn't need to know that. "I'm here, I won't let anything happen to you." He shifts a little closer, not quite pulling himself on the bed but he's getting close to it in order to be protective for Sam. "I'd like to see them try." He jokes, like he could really take on the Capitol or rebel murderers or whatever is coming for Sam. At least he sounds a little like he believes himself.
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"Well, if anyone could keep me out of trouble it'd be you."
He is too tired to pretend right now. Too tired and sad to act as if he gives a shit who and what Trey is. Right now what it all boils down to is that through all the shit Trey has been there, by his side and in some strange way keeping him sane by giving him something to fight that wouldn't get him killed.
"Y'know, you're the closest thing I've ever had to a partner, which says so many depressing things about my life that I don't even want to start counting them all. I mean fuck, I've never even slept with someone who didn't pay for it."
Yeah, hes babbling a little, so sue him.
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He keeps his smile in tact when Samuel talks, but it just barely falters for a brief moment when he admits the things he does. He's not sure how to respond at first, because he's almost not sure if this is meant to be a confession or an admission of platonic feelings. It's not the time for it either way, so Trey chooses not to make too much of it.
"You're right, that is fucking sad." He snorts, turning so he can pick up the glass of water and present it to Samuel with a pushy little press against his face. "I guess I'll have to start marketing your cursed dick problems. Everyone will be lining up to try it." He splays a hand on his chest. "I wouldn't know anything about it, though. What with being a pure and honest virgin."
so sorry about the long wait
Said as if he'd read Joel's mind, though really he's just making a joke. His voice is little more than a raspy whisper, since he is too out of breath to give it much body.
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He huffs with amusement and accepts the glass, at first just taking a sip and then he simply downs the whole thing in one long gulp.
"I'm not sure I want you in charge of my dick. You'd probably bedazzle it before presenting it to the public."
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He pushes himself up again, holding a hand out for the glass so he can refill it. "Oh hell no. Bedazzled? You'd get gems where gems shouldn't go." He snorts, rolling his eyes as well. "I'd be surprised if you didn't have it tattooed already."
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"Yeah, that was a bad night."
Is he joking or not? It's hard to tell.
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Not that he's really feeling like he'd be able to do much other than just lie there if Joel did decide to step on him.