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thecapitol2015-06-09 03:38 pm
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Home, It's Become a Killing Field [OPEN]
Who| Linden and YOU
Where| Catch-all around the Capitol
When| Week 3
Warnings/Notes| What usually comes with Linden; drugs and alcohol references and profanity likely, I'll update this if anything else comes up.
I. Capitol Viewing Party- Any Bar
Linden's here tonight out of obligation more than any true desire to mingle with the gaudy imbeciles who gamble and sponsor and genuinely enjoy watching people murder each other in a gladiatorial free-for-all. District 6 still has five Tributes alive, meaning that by the third week, they're actually doing very well, and he's being congratulated almost constantly. Tonight, the sponsors are gathering themselves; they're practically flocking to the thin Mentor's side, wanting to discuss gift options and asking him about his personal favorites and informed hunches.
Yes, Phillip truly does care that much. No, I have no idea what Nux's issue is and I sincerely hope he doesn't accidentally murder someone from our District. Clementine's doing well as is typical for her.
That's not all that comes up, though. With the latest issue of Celebrus on the racks, a fair number of people have read the spotlight on 6 and are immensely curious about Linden's private life. Linden has always preferred to keep such details strictly personal, but due to the potentially scandalous nature of the rumors if they are true, he finds himself deflecting far more than he'd like to.
No... it's against the rules. My relationship with Nill is nothing inappropriate. We're friends and she shares her cigarettes with me sometimes. You heard...? No, no that couldn't be more wrong.
He's exhausted fairly quickly, and slinks into corners at every opportunity to refill his drink and either nurse or slay it. So many in, he's not feeling well, and not in the usual way; he's tired, disoriented and his stomach is bothering him.
"Excuse me. I don't suppose you remember the Avox with the shots... he had blonde hair, sort of dark makeup? I really need to find him. Not to alarm you, but I think I might have been poisoned."
II. En Route to a Liquor Store from a Health Clinic
The next day, Linden's first order of business is something he dreads as a rule: seeing the doctor. He has a list of concerns and complaints ready, but the medical professional waves it aside, telling him to sit down for bloodwork, not seeming particularly worried. She only speaks to express annoyance that his veins are so terrible, collapsed and weak and difficult to find purchase in. It takes her ages and many pricks to get enough vials to test.
When they're back, Linden voices his suspicion again, louder. "I think I was poisoned."
The doctor snorts. "You were, in a manner of speaking. Your liver's failing, Lockhearst."
"...I see."
"If you were anyone else, I'd tell you to get your affairs in order. You're a long-time substance abuser, you weigh 110 pounds after gaining weight, and you don't have any family to live for."
"It sounds like it's grim," Linden says, wondering why the gravity of the situation isn't hitting him harder.
"Well, it would be, but you're a Victor. Snow isn't going to let you die," the doctor shrugs, writing extensively on her clipboard. "We can get you a new one, like we did with your heart when you wrecked that, and have you on your feet again so fast everyone will think it was a spa day."
On the way back to the tower, Linden takes a slight detour. Strangely, even after hearing news that should have been life-changing, all he wants to do is get drunk, and he leaves the liquor store with a bottom-shelf liquor wrapped in a paper bag. He finds a curb to sit on, near a sewer drain in case he exceeds his limits, and starts swallowing mouthfuls. Occasionally, he glances down at his hand, where a handkerchief with embroidered linden flowers and a scarlet ibis rests.
III. Tribute Tower- Around the Comfort and Care Office
Linden's in trouble. Not bad trouble, at least not by his standards, but even for good reason, starting trashcan fires in the lobby tends to be frowned-upon. Unfortunately for Linden, "I was tired of looking at this month's stupid issue of Celebrus" isn't considered a very good reason, and the result is a period of time where he's sitting and waiting for the annoyed administrators to deal with the paperwork that comes with an unstable and unpredictable Mentor's expected but nevertheless frustrating antics.
There's no rule against it.
That's because most people don't need to be told not to set trash cans on fire indoors!
He rests his cheek against his palm; he's been told that a Peacekeeper will probably be along shortly to give him a slap on the wrist, but as long as it's something like this getting him negative attention and not proof of involvement with Nill, he has no problem dealing with it. He's had plenty of practice with misdemeanors and their fallout; the only real inconvenience is that he'll be here for awhile.
The administrator steps out for a second, and Linden cranes his head around, pausing before standing from his chair in the hallway and strolling over to the vacated and somewhat messy desk. His fingertip slides aside a paper, and he starts glancing over a few various lists and records, wondering what he can commit to memory before anyone comes by.
Where| Catch-all around the Capitol
When| Week 3
Warnings/Notes| What usually comes with Linden; drugs and alcohol references and profanity likely, I'll update this if anything else comes up.
I. Capitol Viewing Party- Any Bar
Linden's here tonight out of obligation more than any true desire to mingle with the gaudy imbeciles who gamble and sponsor and genuinely enjoy watching people murder each other in a gladiatorial free-for-all. District 6 still has five Tributes alive, meaning that by the third week, they're actually doing very well, and he's being congratulated almost constantly. Tonight, the sponsors are gathering themselves; they're practically flocking to the thin Mentor's side, wanting to discuss gift options and asking him about his personal favorites and informed hunches.
Yes, Phillip truly does care that much. No, I have no idea what Nux's issue is and I sincerely hope he doesn't accidentally murder someone from our District. Clementine's doing well as is typical for her.
That's not all that comes up, though. With the latest issue of Celebrus on the racks, a fair number of people have read the spotlight on 6 and are immensely curious about Linden's private life. Linden has always preferred to keep such details strictly personal, but due to the potentially scandalous nature of the rumors if they are true, he finds himself deflecting far more than he'd like to.
No... it's against the rules. My relationship with Nill is nothing inappropriate. We're friends and she shares her cigarettes with me sometimes. You heard...? No, no that couldn't be more wrong.
He's exhausted fairly quickly, and slinks into corners at every opportunity to refill his drink and either nurse or slay it. So many in, he's not feeling well, and not in the usual way; he's tired, disoriented and his stomach is bothering him.
"Excuse me. I don't suppose you remember the Avox with the shots... he had blonde hair, sort of dark makeup? I really need to find him. Not to alarm you, but I think I might have been poisoned."
II. En Route to a Liquor Store from a Health Clinic
The next day, Linden's first order of business is something he dreads as a rule: seeing the doctor. He has a list of concerns and complaints ready, but the medical professional waves it aside, telling him to sit down for bloodwork, not seeming particularly worried. She only speaks to express annoyance that his veins are so terrible, collapsed and weak and difficult to find purchase in. It takes her ages and many pricks to get enough vials to test.
When they're back, Linden voices his suspicion again, louder. "I think I was poisoned."
The doctor snorts. "You were, in a manner of speaking. Your liver's failing, Lockhearst."
"...I see."
"If you were anyone else, I'd tell you to get your affairs in order. You're a long-time substance abuser, you weigh 110 pounds after gaining weight, and you don't have any family to live for."
"It sounds like it's grim," Linden says, wondering why the gravity of the situation isn't hitting him harder.
"Well, it would be, but you're a Victor. Snow isn't going to let you die," the doctor shrugs, writing extensively on her clipboard. "We can get you a new one, like we did with your heart when you wrecked that, and have you on your feet again so fast everyone will think it was a spa day."
On the way back to the tower, Linden takes a slight detour. Strangely, even after hearing news that should have been life-changing, all he wants to do is get drunk, and he leaves the liquor store with a bottom-shelf liquor wrapped in a paper bag. He finds a curb to sit on, near a sewer drain in case he exceeds his limits, and starts swallowing mouthfuls. Occasionally, he glances down at his hand, where a handkerchief with embroidered linden flowers and a scarlet ibis rests.
III. Tribute Tower- Around the Comfort and Care Office
Linden's in trouble. Not bad trouble, at least not by his standards, but even for good reason, starting trashcan fires in the lobby tends to be frowned-upon. Unfortunately for Linden, "I was tired of looking at this month's stupid issue of Celebrus" isn't considered a very good reason, and the result is a period of time where he's sitting and waiting for the annoyed administrators to deal with the paperwork that comes with an unstable and unpredictable Mentor's expected but nevertheless frustrating antics.
There's no rule against it.
That's because most people don't need to be told not to set trash cans on fire indoors!
He rests his cheek against his palm; he's been told that a Peacekeeper will probably be along shortly to give him a slap on the wrist, but as long as it's something like this getting him negative attention and not proof of involvement with Nill, he has no problem dealing with it. He's had plenty of practice with misdemeanors and their fallout; the only real inconvenience is that he'll be here for awhile.
The administrator steps out for a second, and Linden cranes his head around, pausing before standing from his chair in the hallway and strolling over to the vacated and somewhat messy desk. His fingertip slides aside a paper, and he starts glancing over a few various lists and records, wondering what he can commit to memory before anyone comes by.
no subject
He begins to turn away, pauses, then adds, "Try to take care of yourself."
no subject
"Thank you for your kind wishes," he says in parting before he pulls that vanishing act that was so helpful in winning his Arena.