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thecapitol2015-03-27 12:38 am
69problems) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-27 12:38 am
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paint-by-number morning sky [semi-open!]
Who| Signless and Tony, Signless and the D12 tributes, Signless and YOU!
What| Taking care of business, then taking care of pets.
Where| D12, then the lobby.
When| Now (after the arena, before the crowning).
Warnings/Notes| Nothing I can think of, will add if something comes up.
A. For Tony
Remembering the whirlwind of interviews and speculation and internal conflict he had to deal with after winning, the Signless has left Tony more or less alone since the end of the arena. There's only so long he can put off talking to Twelve's new victor, however, and he feels it's reasonable to want to be on the same page since they're going to be working together. It won't do their tributes any good if they're working hard but working at cross purposes.
With that in mind he stands outside of Tony's door and gives a brief, polite knock.
"Tony? I'd like to speak with you, if you don't mind."
B. For All D12 Tributes
Just as important as keeping on the same page as his co-mentor is keeping up to date with his tributes. In his opinion he'll be best-equipped to help them if he hears from them what it is that they most need. On top of that he wants to get to know all of them better. Twelve is many things and especially right now it's a mixed bag of very different people with very different skills who need very different marketing to make sure they get as much help in the arenas as it's possible for him to secure. Perhaps it's not the most efficient way of doing things but he wants to be sure everyone is being presented to sponsors in a way that they're, if not happy with, at least not vehemently opposed to.
Each of them will receive a brief, friendly note on their door asking to meet in the suite common room at an appointed time for a brief check-in. He parks himself on the couch with a notebook, a pen, and a decidedly non-alcoholic drink, and waits.
C. Open!
It hadn't been as much of a surprise as it might have been when after his crowning he was presented with the small crablike creature the Capitol had billed as a 'mutantblood lusus'. He remembers very well Maximus and his pet tiger. No, the problem with his new pet isn't so much that he hadn't been expecting it and more that it has absolutely no manners. He's discovered that with the exception of himself and Karkat it's distrustful of people at best and attempts to eat their ankles at worst. 'Worst' happens to be its default.
Naturally the solution is taking it down into the lobby of the tower (on a short leash, of course) and attempting to get it used to people. It skitters around his legs, clacking its claws and blinking its four white eyes suspiciously at anyone who gets too close. When it's not making agitated chirping sounds or screeching in alarm at a Capitolite's oh-so-scary shiny accessories it's emitting a low, constant and very uneasy hiss.
"Sorry," he says, nudging it with his foot away from the person it's most recently decided is its mortal enemy. "I'm trying to teach him to be a little more personable and it's not going well."
What| Taking care of business, then taking care of pets.
Where| D12, then the lobby.
When| Now (after the arena, before the crowning).
Warnings/Notes| Nothing I can think of, will add if something comes up.
A. For Tony
Remembering the whirlwind of interviews and speculation and internal conflict he had to deal with after winning, the Signless has left Tony more or less alone since the end of the arena. There's only so long he can put off talking to Twelve's new victor, however, and he feels it's reasonable to want to be on the same page since they're going to be working together. It won't do their tributes any good if they're working hard but working at cross purposes.
With that in mind he stands outside of Tony's door and gives a brief, polite knock.
"Tony? I'd like to speak with you, if you don't mind."
B. For All D12 Tributes
Just as important as keeping on the same page as his co-mentor is keeping up to date with his tributes. In his opinion he'll be best-equipped to help them if he hears from them what it is that they most need. On top of that he wants to get to know all of them better. Twelve is many things and especially right now it's a mixed bag of very different people with very different skills who need very different marketing to make sure they get as much help in the arenas as it's possible for him to secure. Perhaps it's not the most efficient way of doing things but he wants to be sure everyone is being presented to sponsors in a way that they're, if not happy with, at least not vehemently opposed to.
Each of them will receive a brief, friendly note on their door asking to meet in the suite common room at an appointed time for a brief check-in. He parks himself on the couch with a notebook, a pen, and a decidedly non-alcoholic drink, and waits.
C. Open!
It hadn't been as much of a surprise as it might have been when after his crowning he was presented with the small crablike creature the Capitol had billed as a 'mutantblood lusus'. He remembers very well Maximus and his pet tiger. No, the problem with his new pet isn't so much that he hadn't been expecting it and more that it has absolutely no manners. He's discovered that with the exception of himself and Karkat it's distrustful of people at best and attempts to eat their ankles at worst. 'Worst' happens to be its default.
Naturally the solution is taking it down into the lobby of the tower (on a short leash, of course) and attempting to get it used to people. It skitters around his legs, clacking its claws and blinking its four white eyes suspiciously at anyone who gets too close. When it's not making agitated chirping sounds or screeching in alarm at a Capitolite's oh-so-scary shiny accessories it's emitting a low, constant and very uneasy hiss.
"Sorry," he says, nudging it with his foot away from the person it's most recently decided is its mortal enemy. "I'm trying to teach him to be a little more personable and it's not going well."
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"I promise that he doesn't really mean any harm. He's just... protective. Are you alright? Unhurt?"
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"What is that? Some kind of bug?" he had to ask that.
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"It's a creature meant to be like one from my world, though it was created in the Capitol. It was entertainment at my Crowning and somewhere along the line someone decided I ought to be given it as a gift."
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"Wait, what's that about your world?" the clerk stared, his right eye twitching slightly, "You're not from here?" This was an experience, especially with that weird dream of a bunch of aliens kidnapping him with the help of a man looking for his daughter.
"Erm, I'm starting to think this place is weirder than I thought." And gorier.
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"Quite possibly. I'm not from here, no, and I assume you aren't either." He didn't really need to assume. It was glaringly obvious.
"How long ago did you arrive?"
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"Y-Yeah, South Ashfield, came back from a vacation in Silent Hill, with my wife," he answered as best he could. "We got into a car accident and I haven't heard from her since. S-she's not a Tribute it seems."
That was the gist of it but he seemed so unnerved as he asked the Mentor, "What about you?"
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"And I've been here nearly two years now." He had to stop himself saying 'human years'. Of course a human would assume they were human years. "So if there are any questions that you have, I'd be more than willing to answer them."
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like not toilet fishingand realizing the crabdog was in fact not a threat."T-Two years?" Two years of...THAT?! Of fighting in the Arena and dying for this place?!
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"This...this can't be real. Wake me up," James whispered, not aided in the things he was seeing. "Please tell me I can wake up...!" And slowly his mind returned to that slow-burning panic.
I HOPE THIS IS OKAY IF NOT I CAN CHANGE IT
"This is real. You are awake. And you won't help yourself or anyone else by panicking. Others who have been sent home and brought back say that it's as though things are paused while they're gone -- nothing will happen without you. Relax."
IT'S PERFECT
"I don't have that luxury...I ran my car into a Lake, I lost control," Sunderland answered truthfully, omitting the fact that he'd done it on purpose.
EXCELLENT
"If it helps," he said after a long moment, "if I were to go back I would be going back to certain death. I know that it's going to happen. You aren't alone in that."
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"Lucky you're a, um, what was the term?" Sunderland fumbled but his mind was in the right place.
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He can't imagine what about either would make him all that lucky knowing that if and when he goes back to Alternia he'll be killed. Being a Mentor hardly guarantees the Capitol won't decide they're bored of him and quietly disappear him -- or maybe he's just being paranoid.
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"I'm sorry for all this, I need to breathe..."
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He couldn't even die with her.
Sunderland had no words to say but his body spoke for him: he completely gave up.
we can probably wrap this soon?
"I can sit with you a while if you'd like the company. You don't need to talk if it's too difficult."
sure!
He wasn't so sure about himself though.
"I'd like that..."James piped up, voice soft with the past, with the vision of Mary slowly dissipating in the Tower's crowd. She smiled right back and the words Do what's best for you James, rang in his head.