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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
It's out of that respect that she doesn't let her horror show. If Peggy, who lived through it, can speak of it so calmly, then Éowyn can hear it in the same vein, though she imagines the image will haunt her sleep for weeks. She simply nods, clasping her hands in front of her, her face a carefully-schooled mask of polite interest. She will not patronise Peggy by showing her pity.
"What you mean to tell me," she clarifies after a moment, "is that I ought to be careful even of such innocuous-seeming things? I would not have thought such things possible. I thank you for the warning." She curtsies politely, looking to the next station - climbing - then back at Peggy. "I shall try to watch back past Games, if you think it wise, for it strikes me I know less than I ought of what dangers may await. Shall we?" Gesturing to the climbing station with a little incline of her head.
Ready to fade?
"Yes, that is exactly what I am telling you. Be careful of any animals, especially ones that look or behave differently than you are used to. I'll direct you to some Games that work as good examples."
She gestures to the climbing station. "Yes, we shall."