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thecapitol2015-04-04 09:38 pm
whatisay) wrote in thecapitol2015-04-04 09:38 pm
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Sunshine On My Brain is a Lonely Kind of Pain [Closed]
WHO| Jason and Linden
WHAT| Jason torments Linden's parents to make a point.
WHEN| After the crowning.
WHERE| D7 Living Room
WARNINGS| Typical Jason being a dick to the Avoxes.
Jason's toxicity doesn't just motivate his grander actions, but trickles down to each interaction, poisoning each syllable he spreads to others, each look he exchanges with strangers. He's petty. He doesn't have the luxury of a sense of scope and so his bad attitude is all-encompassing. So it is here, with the Avoxes he's requested.
He has Linden's parents assigned to District Seven, and from there he treats them with the same angry indifference that he would any other servant. They're the recipients of occasional blows for working too slowly, of commands expected to be followed to the letter at the minute. They become the ghosts in the corner of the room, silent and watching and unnoticed, and Jason likes it that way because when he looks at them he feels funny underneath that petty satisfaction. He feels not remorse (nothing near remorse) but a sort of envy that he shouldn't give name to.
He wonders how much better his life might have been had he had parents so reticent with their opinions as Avoxes are. Had he memories of his parents that weren't of the cloying, smothering 'love' his mother ladles onto him in the name of her martyrdom or the beatings he got at his father's hand in the name of discipline, the drunkenness that follows Jason around like a shadow at the corner of his eye. In an awful way, he envies Linden his disposable parents.
He doesn't particularly like Avoxes - unlike other Capitolites, he never got good at pretending that they didn't exist at all, probably because he thinks of his sister half the time he sees them. He doesn't like them touching him, and feels the compulsion to wash his hand when he picks up things that they've handled. While ordering the new Avoxes around, he keeps waiting for that rush of satisfaction, that temporary reprieve from the roaring of anger all around him, that comes with tormenting others, and it doesn't come.
Eventually he just sits in the District Seven living room, cracking walnuts and tossing the shells over the coffee table to that they have to pick up the pieces from the carpet. His face is crumpled into an expression of vague frustration. One of his hands is bandaged and splinted. His glasses ride high on his nose.
WHAT| Jason torments Linden's parents to make a point.
WHEN| After the crowning.
WHERE| D7 Living Room
WARNINGS| Typical Jason being a dick to the Avoxes.
Jason's toxicity doesn't just motivate his grander actions, but trickles down to each interaction, poisoning each syllable he spreads to others, each look he exchanges with strangers. He's petty. He doesn't have the luxury of a sense of scope and so his bad attitude is all-encompassing. So it is here, with the Avoxes he's requested.
He has Linden's parents assigned to District Seven, and from there he treats them with the same angry indifference that he would any other servant. They're the recipients of occasional blows for working too slowly, of commands expected to be followed to the letter at the minute. They become the ghosts in the corner of the room, silent and watching and unnoticed, and Jason likes it that way because when he looks at them he feels funny underneath that petty satisfaction. He feels not remorse (nothing near remorse) but a sort of envy that he shouldn't give name to.
He wonders how much better his life might have been had he had parents so reticent with their opinions as Avoxes are. Had he memories of his parents that weren't of the cloying, smothering 'love' his mother ladles onto him in the name of her martyrdom or the beatings he got at his father's hand in the name of discipline, the drunkenness that follows Jason around like a shadow at the corner of his eye. In an awful way, he envies Linden his disposable parents.
He doesn't particularly like Avoxes - unlike other Capitolites, he never got good at pretending that they didn't exist at all, probably because he thinks of his sister half the time he sees them. He doesn't like them touching him, and feels the compulsion to wash his hand when he picks up things that they've handled. While ordering the new Avoxes around, he keeps waiting for that rush of satisfaction, that temporary reprieve from the roaring of anger all around him, that comes with tormenting others, and it doesn't come.
Eventually he just sits in the District Seven living room, cracking walnuts and tossing the shells over the coffee table to that they have to pick up the pieces from the carpet. His face is crumpled into an expression of vague frustration. One of his hands is bandaged and splinted. His glasses ride high on his nose.