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thecapitol2015-03-08 11:17 pm
walking_dead_walker) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-08 11:17 pm
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Who| Kieren Walker and open!
What| Returned to the Capitol after his death
Where| Around the tower
When| A couple days after his death in the arena
Warnings| Mentions of death
District 10
After his death, Kieren had been in shock. Not from the fact that someone had killed him, but from the way in those last moments, his humanity had slipped away from him. It wasn't when it would have happened naturally, either, he'd been prepared for that, but when he'd least expected it, and part of him knew that somehow the people running the games must have had their hands on the trigger the whole time. He knew they'd had that power over him, and that he could have eaten that woman if she wasn't so well prepared for the situation.
After a couple days of moping in his room, he emerged, walking down the hall numbly, looking even more like his undead self than usual. He supposed since he wasn't dead, at least no more so than usual, he should start acting like it. He didn't like this place, or this situation, but it wasn't doing much to help it if he just sat around like a corpse.
Around the tower
Of course, there wasn't much time spent where he looked so awful. He felt just as bad, of course, but when the stylist got a hold of him, he'd been quickly dressed up, and an ample amount of cover-up brought his skin to a much livelier looking shade. With a pair of contacts to bring his eyes to a nice shade of brown, he looked almost normal...almost. Like a corpse carefully dressed by a skilled mortician, there was still something dead and waxy about his appearance, and his skin was quite cold to the touch, but at least his looks didn't stand out quite so much as being clearly and completely dead now.
He had no interest in the food, of course, nor did he want to watch the games only to see more people die. He most certainly didn't want to think about going into that situation again, which eliminated any desire to train. Besides, he didn't see what he'd be training for. If he went back to the arena, he wouldn't be fighting, and he still didn't need food. He'd just be waiting until they did something that either resulted in his death or made him a killer, because while he'd be endangering someone either way, at least he could make the choice of not being an active and willing participant in it all.
Instead of doing any of that, Kieren asked about getting some pencils and a sketch pad, which he was able to get fairly easily, and settled down wherever he could find that seemed calm and quiet and began sketching. After a while, he paused, looking at the picture. It was Simon's face he was drawing, he supposed he missed him more than he realized. Selecting another shade of gray, Kieren began shading in the portrait, the colors he was selecting possibly hinting to anyone who saw what he was drawing that the subject was not intended to be alive...at least, not completely alive.
What| Returned to the Capitol after his death
Where| Around the tower
When| A couple days after his death in the arena
Warnings| Mentions of death
District 10
After his death, Kieren had been in shock. Not from the fact that someone had killed him, but from the way in those last moments, his humanity had slipped away from him. It wasn't when it would have happened naturally, either, he'd been prepared for that, but when he'd least expected it, and part of him knew that somehow the people running the games must have had their hands on the trigger the whole time. He knew they'd had that power over him, and that he could have eaten that woman if she wasn't so well prepared for the situation.
After a couple days of moping in his room, he emerged, walking down the hall numbly, looking even more like his undead self than usual. He supposed since he wasn't dead, at least no more so than usual, he should start acting like it. He didn't like this place, or this situation, but it wasn't doing much to help it if he just sat around like a corpse.
Around the tower
Of course, there wasn't much time spent where he looked so awful. He felt just as bad, of course, but when the stylist got a hold of him, he'd been quickly dressed up, and an ample amount of cover-up brought his skin to a much livelier looking shade. With a pair of contacts to bring his eyes to a nice shade of brown, he looked almost normal...almost. Like a corpse carefully dressed by a skilled mortician, there was still something dead and waxy about his appearance, and his skin was quite cold to the touch, but at least his looks didn't stand out quite so much as being clearly and completely dead now.
He had no interest in the food, of course, nor did he want to watch the games only to see more people die. He most certainly didn't want to think about going into that situation again, which eliminated any desire to train. Besides, he didn't see what he'd be training for. If he went back to the arena, he wouldn't be fighting, and he still didn't need food. He'd just be waiting until they did something that either resulted in his death or made him a killer, because while he'd be endangering someone either way, at least he could make the choice of not being an active and willing participant in it all.
Instead of doing any of that, Kieren asked about getting some pencils and a sketch pad, which he was able to get fairly easily, and settled down wherever he could find that seemed calm and quiet and began sketching. After a while, he paused, looking at the picture. It was Simon's face he was drawing, he supposed he missed him more than he realized. Selecting another shade of gray, Kieren began shading in the portrait, the colors he was selecting possibly hinting to anyone who saw what he was drawing that the subject was not intended to be alive...at least, not completely alive.