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thecapitol2015-03-14 11:19 pm
revocation) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-14 11:19 pm
here lies the abyss; open;
Who| Cullen and YOU
What| After a truly horrific death in the arena, Cullen wakes up back in the Capitol. Time to regain his bearings and find his allies again!
Where| Around~ (Let me know if you want a specific prompt and I'll write one up!)
When| After his death, probably Wednesday or Thursday
Warnings/Notes| Descriptions of nasty psychological torture probably.
[District 2 suite]
He wakes with a start, ready for battle. That had been the last thing he remembers doing, after all. A monster, or demon, some sort of creature that had taken Adella's likeness and twisted it into something corrupted and horrific had appeared. His rage and grief had overcome him at the sight of the terrible thing, like his worst fear made diseased flesh, and he'd attacked, as unprepared for it as he was.
The thing had ripped into him viciously, and he remembers nothing more until - this.
The room is white and pristine and too, too bright, and he's groping for a sword that isn't there for a few moments until he recalls where he must be. The Capitol. One dies in the arena, and wakes up in the Capitol. Or so he's been told.
That brings him to his senses. He needs to find the others, if they're here as promised. He needs to find Adella. Maker, if she's here, if she's alive, he'll build a shrine to Andraste with his own two hands.
With a determined set to his mouth, his jaw, strides through the district suite, towards the elevator. He does remember how these work, thanks to Ser Sam Wilson's guidance, all those weeks ago.
[Tribute Tower common area]
He very quickly realizes that he has no real idea where to find many of his companions and allies. Many of them arrived in the arena itself, and so he doesn't know which district they are assigned to, and even if he did, the chances of finding them in their respective suites he thinks are low. Eventually, he makes his way to the main common area on the ground floor. It sees a lot of traffic, it's a natural place to congregate and wait for one's companions. He hopes.
And he tries to avoid looking at the brightly flashing screens everywhere. Maker, does he try.
[The roof]
As evening settles over the city, Cullen finds his way to the quiet and (relative) darkness of the rooftop garden. Even this place is utterly alien to him in a lot of ways, but it's slightly easier to stomach than most of the rest of the building or the city beyond. There is so much light from the city that it's almost impossible to get a good look at the stars, something which Cullen finds baffling, but he attempts it anyway, taking deep, calming breaths as he turns his face up.
What| After a truly horrific death in the arena, Cullen wakes up back in the Capitol. Time to regain his bearings and find his allies again!
Where| Around~ (Let me know if you want a specific prompt and I'll write one up!)
When| After his death, probably Wednesday or Thursday
Warnings/Notes| Descriptions of nasty psychological torture probably.
[District 2 suite]
He wakes with a start, ready for battle. That had been the last thing he remembers doing, after all. A monster, or demon, some sort of creature that had taken Adella's likeness and twisted it into something corrupted and horrific had appeared. His rage and grief had overcome him at the sight of the terrible thing, like his worst fear made diseased flesh, and he'd attacked, as unprepared for it as he was.
The thing had ripped into him viciously, and he remembers nothing more until - this.
The room is white and pristine and too, too bright, and he's groping for a sword that isn't there for a few moments until he recalls where he must be. The Capitol. One dies in the arena, and wakes up in the Capitol. Or so he's been told.
That brings him to his senses. He needs to find the others, if they're here as promised. He needs to find Adella. Maker, if she's here, if she's alive, he'll build a shrine to Andraste with his own two hands.
With a determined set to his mouth, his jaw, strides through the district suite, towards the elevator. He does remember how these work, thanks to Ser Sam Wilson's guidance, all those weeks ago.
[Tribute Tower common area]
He very quickly realizes that he has no real idea where to find many of his companions and allies. Many of them arrived in the arena itself, and so he doesn't know which district they are assigned to, and even if he did, the chances of finding them in their respective suites he thinks are low. Eventually, he makes his way to the main common area on the ground floor. It sees a lot of traffic, it's a natural place to congregate and wait for one's companions. He hopes.
And he tries to avoid looking at the brightly flashing screens everywhere. Maker, does he try.
[The roof]
As evening settles over the city, Cullen finds his way to the quiet and (relative) darkness of the rooftop garden. Even this place is utterly alien to him in a lot of ways, but it's slightly easier to stomach than most of the rest of the building or the city beyond. There is so much light from the city that it's almost impossible to get a good look at the stars, something which Cullen finds baffling, but he attempts it anyway, taking deep, calming breaths as he turns his face up.
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"How - did you - " He stops, and shakes his head, waving it off. There's no point, besides, for all he knows, this stranger was asleep the whole time.
"Er - is this your assigned district?" he asks after a moment, curious. His time in the Capitol so far has been spent mostly preoccupied with those from his own world - he hasn't paid much heed to the people who come and go from the district suites.
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“Yeah.” From Carver’s compound to District 2. One cage to another, one tyrannical regime for another. It’s not so different in ways -- only that he hasn’t a close familiarity with those in power here nor have they come to know him well enough to seek him out and stick him with a knife where his guard was weakest, giving it a cruel little twist. And with any luck it’d stay that way. He has no intentions of attracting their notice.
“You too?” He asks, tonelessly.
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"I've been, ah, separated from the others from my world."
Obviously.
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And he doesn’t believe in coincidences now that he has a better sense of what the powers that be are capable of. He wouldn’t put it past them to pluck each of them from their worlds for a reason and keep them divided to better suppress them. But he doesn’t feel comfortable voicing this aloud and to someone he has only just met. One could never be too careful.
“...Well, welcome to Panem," He offers with a barely-there smile made wryer by the presence of sleepless shadows under his eyes. "I'm Luke."
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It's a plan he intends to foil.
"Well, I - won't keep you," he murmurs finally. The man looks tired, something Cullen is intimately familiar with as well. If he can sleep, he should.
fff, didn't plan on him clamming up like this, sorry :I
Maybe, someday, he'd remember what it's like to feel normal again. "Thanks. Guess I'll see you around, then."