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thecapitol2015-08-23 08:16 pm
travail) wrote in thecapitol2015-08-23 08:16 pm
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Welcome to my school. This ain't no High School, this is the Thunderdome. [OPEN]
Who| Bucky Barnes (Lady!AU) and YOU
What| Lady Bucky wakes up on a metal table (again) and Simple Plan plays in the distance.
Where| The Training Center
When| Backdated to very early on Friday morning before the Crowning.
Warnings/Notes| Vague references to PTSD due to torture and experimentation.
Waking up (No Prompt, Just Meta)
It's early, not long after dawn that she's found herself in the Training Center basement. Overwhelmed would be the only proper word to describe her present state, though it still feels insufficient. She panicked upon waking on a metal table, though the Peacekeepers called it a cot, she can't not see it as a table (not unlike the one she was once strapped to). She fought and struggled, hyperventilating and backed into a corner. At first, she was certain it was a nightmare born from the dark memories of the hydra factory, but there was no Zola, no restraints, no needles.
Once she calmed enough to pay attention, she was given the explanation. 'Honored to have been brought into Panem to complete in the Hunger Games... competing with the other Tributes in a battle to the death.' There was more, but that was the only important part. Shock and survival instinct lead to her mind evening out and playing along even though she thought it was insane. Bide your time, then escape.
A) District 11 Apartments
As she was escorted through hallways filled with such advanced technology and given a communicator that attached to her wrist, her hands started to tremble with the creeping realization that this wasn't bullshit. So that is how she enters the District 11 Apartments: arm with the holo communicator on her wrist held to her chest while the other grips the device tightly to steady her hands.
She stands outside the elevator doors in her Army Nurse uniform for a good minute before adventuring into the common room in a bit of a haze, but compartmentalization is already taking place in her mind. She's good at it, looking for points to focus on and take in to pull herself into the moment and out of everything that just happened and will happen.
It's at this point that she shows off just how out of date she is, if her clothes and hairstyle didn't already say as much, because she spots the T.V. and it immediately catches her attention over the view out on the deck. The first television was demonstrated when she was a kid, but it looked nothing like that.
"The hell?" She walks to it and taps on the screen with a knuckle. "Thought these things were made of glass."
And smaller. She grabs the edge of it to tilt it and see behind- and predictably, it falls out of the wall with a spark and very not good sound. "Ah shit."
B) Central Commons
Later that morning, after taking care of television business and gaining some more composure, Bucky makes her way down to the Ground Floor to get a better idea of the building. And to start learning more about the Capitol, this Country they call Panem and its people. Know your enemy.
She's still dressed in what she woke up in, of course. That 1940s hair and olive drab dress uniform of the Army Nurses stands out in a place like this with so much vibrance and modern decor, but she's more focused on the cocktail bar several paces away. Her lips are pursed as she considers the fact that it's not even noon. But given the circumstances, she doesn't see the hour as that good of a reason not to hit the bottle.
Upon discovering through observation that Tributes can eat and drink here free of charge, she gives in and will be taking a heavy seat at the bar. Her jaw and cheek get propped in one palm and she looks at the bartender in a way that says 'please don't go judging me for this, it's been a long morning.'
"Just get me something high in alcohol with a swift kick to the kisser."
The lingo of her era seems to slow the bartender down, but he nods after a pause, getting the gist and goes to get what she described. After that she'll glance over at whoever else is at the bar and within conversation range.
"What're you in for?"
C) The Roof
Then, nearing the start of the Crowning, she can be found on the roof, looking out over the city with that kind of look that someone gets when they're seeing something they previously thought couldn't exist. Because that's kind of exactly what she's experiencing, though she mutes it into something closer to casually impressed.
She'll be walking around the roof slow and along the edge in laps, not just to occupy herself, but because she keeps seeing something new about the city from every angle she scans over. The force field is of course, not something she's noticed because she isn't gonna be falling over or throwing something over the edge, but that would get her eyebrows going up for sure.
She'll stop circling at some point and lean her arms on the ledge, looking directly down below. The Training Center is not nearly as tall as the empire state building, but everything else more than makes up for it.
"Kinda disappointed that there's no flying cars." She mutters, remembering Stark's near-success with it at the Expo.
Not much later, the sounds of the Crowning starting will echo over to the roof, and she'll not really be aware that she's supposed to be attending. She'll make it eventually, but anyone is welcome to start bustling her out.
What| Lady Bucky wakes up on a metal table (again) and Simple Plan plays in the distance.
Where| The Training Center
When| Backdated to very early on Friday morning before the Crowning.
Warnings/Notes| Vague references to PTSD due to torture and experimentation.
Waking up (No Prompt, Just Meta)
It's early, not long after dawn that she's found herself in the Training Center basement. Overwhelmed would be the only proper word to describe her present state, though it still feels insufficient. She panicked upon waking on a metal table, though the Peacekeepers called it a cot, she can't not see it as a table (not unlike the one she was once strapped to). She fought and struggled, hyperventilating and backed into a corner. At first, she was certain it was a nightmare born from the dark memories of the hydra factory, but there was no Zola, no restraints, no needles.
Once she calmed enough to pay attention, she was given the explanation. 'Honored to have been brought into Panem to complete in the Hunger Games... competing with the other Tributes in a battle to the death.' There was more, but that was the only important part. Shock and survival instinct lead to her mind evening out and playing along even though she thought it was insane. Bide your time, then escape.
A) District 11 Apartments
As she was escorted through hallways filled with such advanced technology and given a communicator that attached to her wrist, her hands started to tremble with the creeping realization that this wasn't bullshit. So that is how she enters the District 11 Apartments: arm with the holo communicator on her wrist held to her chest while the other grips the device tightly to steady her hands.
She stands outside the elevator doors in her Army Nurse uniform for a good minute before adventuring into the common room in a bit of a haze, but compartmentalization is already taking place in her mind. She's good at it, looking for points to focus on and take in to pull herself into the moment and out of everything that just happened and will happen.
It's at this point that she shows off just how out of date she is, if her clothes and hairstyle didn't already say as much, because she spots the T.V. and it immediately catches her attention over the view out on the deck. The first television was demonstrated when she was a kid, but it looked nothing like that.
"The hell?" She walks to it and taps on the screen with a knuckle. "Thought these things were made of glass."
And smaller. She grabs the edge of it to tilt it and see behind- and predictably, it falls out of the wall with a spark and very not good sound. "Ah shit."
B) Central Commons
Later that morning, after taking care of television business and gaining some more composure, Bucky makes her way down to the Ground Floor to get a better idea of the building. And to start learning more about the Capitol, this Country they call Panem and its people. Know your enemy.
She's still dressed in what she woke up in, of course. That 1940s hair and olive drab dress uniform of the Army Nurses stands out in a place like this with so much vibrance and modern decor, but she's more focused on the cocktail bar several paces away. Her lips are pursed as she considers the fact that it's not even noon. But given the circumstances, she doesn't see the hour as that good of a reason not to hit the bottle.
Upon discovering through observation that Tributes can eat and drink here free of charge, she gives in and will be taking a heavy seat at the bar. Her jaw and cheek get propped in one palm and she looks at the bartender in a way that says 'please don't go judging me for this, it's been a long morning.'
"Just get me something high in alcohol with a swift kick to the kisser."
The lingo of her era seems to slow the bartender down, but he nods after a pause, getting the gist and goes to get what she described. After that she'll glance over at whoever else is at the bar and within conversation range.
"What're you in for?"
C) The Roof
Then, nearing the start of the Crowning, she can be found on the roof, looking out over the city with that kind of look that someone gets when they're seeing something they previously thought couldn't exist. Because that's kind of exactly what she's experiencing, though she mutes it into something closer to casually impressed.
She'll be walking around the roof slow and along the edge in laps, not just to occupy herself, but because she keeps seeing something new about the city from every angle she scans over. The force field is of course, not something she's noticed because she isn't gonna be falling over or throwing something over the edge, but that would get her eyebrows going up for sure.
She'll stop circling at some point and lean her arms on the ledge, looking directly down below. The Training Center is not nearly as tall as the empire state building, but everything else more than makes up for it.
"Kinda disappointed that there's no flying cars." She mutters, remembering Stark's near-success with it at the Expo.
Not much later, the sounds of the Crowning starting will echo over to the roof, and she'll not really be aware that she's supposed to be attending. She'll make it eventually, but anyone is welcome to start bustling her out.
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With a look and personality like that, who could forget? "What's your name?" Let's get properly introduced, then.
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He places the bat on his shoulder with a warning pinch to the back of the neck (provoking an unhappy squeak) before he clasps his hands and bows respectfully. "I'm Aang. What's your name?"
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Her tone might as well say 'suuure you are'. Then she reaches out a hand to shake in response to the bow whenever he rises back to a normal standing position, "My name's Bucky."
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He's ready to explain the whole iceberg thing, but then she says her name and the brightness fades completely from his expression. He reaches out and takes her hand, the handshake awkward because he's still not used to it as a greeting. "Is that, uh, a common name where you come from?"