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thecapitol2015-04-04 02:14 pm
impaledqueen) wrote in thecapitol2015-04-04 02:14 pm
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I will never die
Who| Peggy and D10 tributes; Peggy and Open
What| Peggy is evaluating her new tributes, and in between evaluations she bugs people to spar with her.
Where| Training Center
When| Soon after Peggy arrives
Warnings/Notes| Maybe from violence from sparring?
Closed to D10ers
"I want to evaluate each skill you may need in the arena." Peggy Carter is large and in charge, perfectly composed and stepping like an army woman with a clipboard at her side. Today, her scarf is black, and her clothes are suited for training. "I want you to sit at each station--not just the combat stations, but all of them--and complete whatever task it is set up to allow you to practice. I will time how fast it takes you to complete and take note of any particular problem areas, and we can work together from there to set up a training schedule that works for you. Do you understand?"
Open to All
She's put away her clipboard, but not the training clothes or the black scarf. She's doing a circuit around the training center herself, working at the survival stations, evaluating what she can learn and what she already knows, but most of all, she spends her time with the combat training equipment. Exercise, weights, axes, arrows--and even, though she spends some time staring at them with an inscrutable look in her eye, knives and swords. Work. Work. She goes through it with the methodical air of a woman who's been doing this for a very long time, even if she hasn't been in the arena for years.
But obsessive exercising can't take the edge of for her anymore. She's back in the tribute center, back where her life had been consistently destroyed year after year after year, back where she and Bucky and all of the tributes she had mentored before had scrambled to survive. She couldn't sleep here, and she had to force herself to eat. Not even destroying herself with exercise will remove the horror now fresh on her mind.
Eventually, she abandons the weights and weapons, instead approaching the nearest person. "Do you feel up for a spar?"
What| Peggy is evaluating her new tributes, and in between evaluations she bugs people to spar with her.
Where| Training Center
When| Soon after Peggy arrives
Warnings/Notes| Maybe from violence from sparring?
Closed to D10ers
"I want to evaluate each skill you may need in the arena." Peggy Carter is large and in charge, perfectly composed and stepping like an army woman with a clipboard at her side. Today, her scarf is black, and her clothes are suited for training. "I want you to sit at each station--not just the combat stations, but all of them--and complete whatever task it is set up to allow you to practice. I will time how fast it takes you to complete and take note of any particular problem areas, and we can work together from there to set up a training schedule that works for you. Do you understand?"
Open to All
She's put away her clipboard, but not the training clothes or the black scarf. She's doing a circuit around the training center herself, working at the survival stations, evaluating what she can learn and what she already knows, but most of all, she spends her time with the combat training equipment. Exercise, weights, axes, arrows--and even, though she spends some time staring at them with an inscrutable look in her eye, knives and swords. Work. Work. She goes through it with the methodical air of a woman who's been doing this for a very long time, even if she hasn't been in the arena for years.
But obsessive exercising can't take the edge of for her anymore. She's back in the tribute center, back where her life had been consistently destroyed year after year after year, back where she and Bucky and all of the tributes she had mentored before had scrambled to survive. She couldn't sleep here, and she had to force herself to eat. Not even destroying herself with exercise will remove the horror now fresh on her mind.
Eventually, she abandons the weights and weapons, instead approaching the nearest person. "Do you feel up for a spar?"
no subject
He feels repulsed at the idea of children training to be in the arena, wanting to do this. They had died doing this, so many of them, believing it was the right thing to do. It's a disturbing thought.
no subject
There's a soft, nearly imperceptible lilt of bitterness there. The Capitol had always favored Districts 1, 2, and 4. They didn't have to starve and scrimp and bleed the way the outlying districts had to. They didn't have to send twelve-year-olds to the Games to die.
"But he would know its internal goings on better than I would. I'm afraid I haven't visited District 1 recently." Mostly because she can't, but regardless. She throws away her now empty cup, rolling her shoulders gently. "Do you feel up for another round at the mat, Mr. Barnes?"
no subject
It might be that Sergius had been lying, in an effort to play on his Tribute's sympathies and inspire them to try harder to win. Bucky wouldn't have been surprised to find that was the case, as a winner in a District brought fame to everyone involved. Capitol people seemed focused on what they could do for their reputations and ego's more than anything else.
Bucky finishes his water and follows suit. He rolls his metal shoulder, which is the one more liable to stiffen up where it turns to flesh these days. "You're on."