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thecapitol2015-05-11 09:23 am
futilecycle) wrote in thecapitol2015-05-11 09:23 am
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[OPEN] Ghosts of the past always tend to revist
WHO | Sigma Klim and anyone in the Training Center.
WHAT | Some "face to face" contact with a Gamemaker as Sigma observes training from his perch.
WHEN | Any time before the next Arena.
WHERE | The Training Center.
WARNINGS/NOTES | This is one of the few ways Sigma can interact with the Tributes safely. He will be behind his force field in the viewing room a few metres above the Training Center floor, but can be spoken to clearly (for handwaved reasons, like a sound system or a special barrier that lets sound in). Sigma can also be coaxed down to the main floor if given good reason, but he will be flanked by peacekeepers. Attempts on his life (other than attacking the barrier by "accident") will have consequences.
It was not long ago that Sigma had been in the thick of training, himself. Muscle and bone as old as his required frequent exercise to stay fit enough to fight, and over the past two years Sigma had grown familiar with every inch of the Training center. There was scarcely a weapon or workshop he had not come to master, and the frequent additions to the center always kept the regimen interesting. He'd worked hard to remain deserving of his score.
Watching the Tributes from above offered a considerably different perspective. Between the force field separating him from his players, the elevated vantage point, and the cushy leather seats the Gamemakers were entitled to, it was easy to feel removed from the chaos below. These were, after all, Games intended to be sport, and he and his colleagues may as well have been watching a football game on a panoramic screen. Sigma's eye flicks from Tribute to Tribute, telescopic eye following what his organic one could not reach. In the event a Tribute approached the loft, Sigma would rise to meet them at the edge of the balcony and match their glance with a neutral stare. Sometimes, he would even offer what little encouragement he was allowed to give.
On occasion, Sigma will send another Avox to disturb the Initiate from cleaning the Training Center wall and force him to cater to some whim at random. There are also times the Initiate is instructed to hover by his side, waiting for his next order. It's a boast in plain sight, the fruit of his labors displayed on the trophy-shelf that was the perch. One would suppose that a nation-wide broadcast was not enough.
WHAT | Some "face to face" contact with a Gamemaker as Sigma observes training from his perch.
WHEN | Any time before the next Arena.
WHERE | The Training Center.
WARNINGS/NOTES | This is one of the few ways Sigma can interact with the Tributes safely. He will be behind his force field in the viewing room a few metres above the Training Center floor, but can be spoken to clearly (for handwaved reasons, like a sound system or a special barrier that lets sound in). Sigma can also be coaxed down to the main floor if given good reason, but he will be flanked by peacekeepers. Attempts on his life (other than attacking the barrier by "accident") will have consequences.
It was not long ago that Sigma had been in the thick of training, himself. Muscle and bone as old as his required frequent exercise to stay fit enough to fight, and over the past two years Sigma had grown familiar with every inch of the Training center. There was scarcely a weapon or workshop he had not come to master, and the frequent additions to the center always kept the regimen interesting. He'd worked hard to remain deserving of his score.
Watching the Tributes from above offered a considerably different perspective. Between the force field separating him from his players, the elevated vantage point, and the cushy leather seats the Gamemakers were entitled to, it was easy to feel removed from the chaos below. These were, after all, Games intended to be sport, and he and his colleagues may as well have been watching a football game on a panoramic screen. Sigma's eye flicks from Tribute to Tribute, telescopic eye following what his organic one could not reach. In the event a Tribute approached the loft, Sigma would rise to meet them at the edge of the balcony and match their glance with a neutral stare. Sometimes, he would even offer what little encouragement he was allowed to give.
On occasion, Sigma will send another Avox to disturb the Initiate from cleaning the Training Center wall and force him to cater to some whim at random. There are also times the Initiate is instructed to hover by his side, waiting for his next order. It's a boast in plain sight, the fruit of his labors displayed on the trophy-shelf that was the perch. One would suppose that a nation-wide broadcast was not enough.
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But she has more of a handle on things now. Still, she doesn't spend much time training - the luxury of the Tribute Tower and the glamor of the Capitol at large is too much to resist, and she spends most of her time partying it up and having fun. Today, she wanders into the Training Center for only the third time since arriving, and approaches the force field for the first time.
"... Uh, hey? Hey. Can y'all hear me up there? I got a question."
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Sigma remembered this woman's scoring well - in fact, in a manner of speaking, it was the very first scoring session he had had the privilege of witnessing. At the same time, she had not done much; if he had not been reminded of how he, himself, had almost refused to try for a score, it would have been entirely forgettable.
"We can hear you," Sigma answers, not unpleasantly. A shadow of a smile plays at the corner of his lips. In this political climate, he's almost come to enjoy company, for there were entire weeks he went without speaking to someone outside of his associates. "What is your question, Ms. Doggett?"
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"I was wondering if I could do my scoring again, 'cause I don't think I reached my full potential. I didn't really know what was going on, you know? Or if I can't do it again, can I get it raised up later, if I prove myself?"
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"It may reassure you to know that an opportunity for a new score is not outside of the realm of possibility," he begins cautiously, "for many of your fellow Tributes were recently reevaluated. But, tell me," now Sigma smiles, a hand reaching up to touch his chin, "Do you believe the one we gave you was unjust?"
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She rocks back on her heels, giving a nod that she hopes looks confident. "So if I do good in the Arena, will you up my score a little bit?"
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"Do not allow yourself to be riled up by an outdated scale. We believe we gave you a score that represents you best." He cannot say, 'regardless of your performance,' because to say so would indicate how occasionally meaningless the scoring sessions are. It was an executive decision made by Plutarch himself, Sigma had no say in the process, for unlike the highest ranking members of the Capitol he was not made privy to information from other universes. "But if it encourages you, yes. Should a Tribute live so long, we do account for improvement from time to time."
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"Thank you, sir. Thank you; thank you very much," she says, fully genuinely. She takes a step or two back, and even gives a respectful little bow.
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