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thecapitol2015-07-19 04:17 pm
sizeofyourbaggage) wrote in thecapitol2015-07-19 04:17 pm
so i'll keep going till we've run out of road
Who| Sam Wilson and YOU (prompts for specific characters in the comments)
What| Back from the arena and fresh from a canon update, Sam’s dragging people into blind spots and trying hard not to lose it over Steve and Jet
Where| The Speakeasy, various Capitol blindspots
When| After the end of arena 14
Warnings/Notes| Discussion of death, PTSD, will update as needed
It’s likely a surprise to no one that Sam isn’t doing so great right about now. With both Steve and Jet not coming back from the arena, Kurloz stuck as an Avox, and Albert and Bucky unreachable in District 13, the number of people left that Sam’s started to think of as part of his family is… not all that high. He’s working real damn hard at not letting himself end up the way he had when he lost Riley, but there are times when it’s a close call.
Playing along with the Capitol and getting sponsorships and ad campaigns gives him something to do with his time, gets him the money he needs to survive now, and hopefully takes some suspicion off of him, that he’s willing to follow what the Capitol says - but it doesn’t exactly do a lot to take his mind of off things. And he’s got a lot of things on his mind, especially with whatever the hell this is that’d gone down between when he died in the arena and when he woke up here with an extra year or so’s worth of memories. For the most part, when he’s not working, he sticks close to what’s left of his team, because he knows it’s a bad idea to let himself be alone right now.
Still, every once in a while he can be found alone in the Speakeasy, nursing a drink and people watching.
What| Back from the arena and fresh from a canon update, Sam’s dragging people into blind spots and trying hard not to lose it over Steve and Jet
Where| The Speakeasy, various Capitol blindspots
When| After the end of arena 14
Warnings/Notes| Discussion of death, PTSD, will update as needed
It’s likely a surprise to no one that Sam isn’t doing so great right about now. With both Steve and Jet not coming back from the arena, Kurloz stuck as an Avox, and Albert and Bucky unreachable in District 13, the number of people left that Sam’s started to think of as part of his family is… not all that high. He’s working real damn hard at not letting himself end up the way he had when he lost Riley, but there are times when it’s a close call.
Playing along with the Capitol and getting sponsorships and ad campaigns gives him something to do with his time, gets him the money he needs to survive now, and hopefully takes some suspicion off of him, that he’s willing to follow what the Capitol says - but it doesn’t exactly do a lot to take his mind of off things. And he’s got a lot of things on his mind, especially with whatever the hell this is that’d gone down between when he died in the arena and when he woke up here with an extra year or so’s worth of memories. For the most part, when he’s not working, he sticks close to what’s left of his team, because he knows it’s a bad idea to let himself be alone right now.
Still, every once in a while he can be found alone in the Speakeasy, nursing a drink and people watching.
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It's risky having this conversation like this, even, when it's about something that didn't happen, as far as the Capitol knows, during a mission that they have to pretend like they have no idea even went on.
"It's not really going to get you in trouble, is it, the shit Celebrus keeps writing?" Sam encourages what they write about him, for the most part, because if they're reporting on his fucked up supposed love life, they're not looking at him for much else, but it's different with Porrim.
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"If anything, I've been making sure to protest at a volume that's not too high so as to rouse suspicions. We haven't actually been seen together in an inappropriate capacity, so." She gives him a soft smile. "No worries."
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"Yeah, okay. I'm pretty sure they've got enough shit to write about me that they won't dig too much into this one, anyway."
Which has been intentional, for more than just trying to protect Porrim. Still, he gives a slow exhale, quirking a little smile at her.
"Still no regrets getting mixed up in all of this? It's probably not too late to back out, I don't think anyone in 13 knows about you."
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His smile brings her out of her ruminating, small as it is, she she shakes her head, one firm, solid shake, ponytail swishing side to side. "None. I'm not backing out, Sam." She's too deep, she couldn't go back to her little bubble, fragile as eggshells, even if she wanted to.