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thecapitol2015-08-26 11:28 pm
alittleknightmusic) wrote in thecapitol2015-08-26 11:28 pm
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The Distraction of an Everyday Routine (OPEN)
Who| Sayaka Miki and YOU!
What| Bludgeoning Innocent Training Dummies / Wandering Around
Where| Training Centre / The Concert Hall
When| Wednesday Afternoon
Warnings/Notes| None that I can think of!
A. The Gymnasium
Thunk.
The sword slams into the dummy with a weird kind of finesse, driven by determination rather than any sort of skill. Sayaka teeters off-balance for a moment, then rights herself and swings again.
Thunk.
She's been at this pretty much since she woke up and found out what she was here for. Even after her hosts had politely come in at lunchtime and told her that refreshments could be found in her suite and she really ought to take a break, Sayaka had kept swinging away determinedly. They'd told her she had free run of the city, but she couldn't think of anything she'd enjoy doing - not here, in a city she'd never even heard of before, alone. She had to admit that the thought of the music hall had tugged at her heartstrings a little, but there was no point upsetting herself.
Thunk.
A crescendo began to build in her heart. 'This world doesn't need me,' that's what she'd said. Maybe it really didn't. Her grip on the sword tightened. Un-needed in her own world, unwilling to participate in this one. She really was useless.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
This time, when she teetered off-balance, Sayaka doesn't manage to pull herself back up again. The sword clatters to the ground with an embarrassing clatter. She leaves it laying there and just stares at the dummy, her eyes hollow, her chest heaving.
"I'm really no good at this." She mumbles between breaths, and then, a little louder: "What am I even doing here?"
B. Outside the Concert Hall
She really was a fool. Had her feet led her this way all by themselves, or had her foolish head directed them? Either way, here she was, stood seething outside the Capitol Concert Hall.
She should go, Sayaka thinks, looking around for some escape, but then the orchestra starts up, and the music is so beautiful, and so unfamiliar, that she can't help but listen. Even through the walls of the concert hall, she can make out the melody. She sits herself down on a nearby bench, closes her eyes, and listens to the opening notes.
She can't help it - she wonders what Kyousuke would think of all this, and soon her eyes are welling up with tears. She wipes them away on the sleeve of her shirt, and tries her best not to draw the attention of the milling crowds.
She didn't want to cry, but she'd been doing a lot of things she didn't really want to lately.
What| Bludgeoning Innocent Training Dummies / Wandering Around
Where| Training Centre / The Concert Hall
When| Wednesday Afternoon
Warnings/Notes| None that I can think of!
A. The Gymnasium
Thunk.
The sword slams into the dummy with a weird kind of finesse, driven by determination rather than any sort of skill. Sayaka teeters off-balance for a moment, then rights herself and swings again.
Thunk.
She's been at this pretty much since she woke up and found out what she was here for. Even after her hosts had politely come in at lunchtime and told her that refreshments could be found in her suite and she really ought to take a break, Sayaka had kept swinging away determinedly. They'd told her she had free run of the city, but she couldn't think of anything she'd enjoy doing - not here, in a city she'd never even heard of before, alone. She had to admit that the thought of the music hall had tugged at her heartstrings a little, but there was no point upsetting herself.
Thunk.
A crescendo began to build in her heart. 'This world doesn't need me,' that's what she'd said. Maybe it really didn't. Her grip on the sword tightened. Un-needed in her own world, unwilling to participate in this one. She really was useless.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
This time, when she teetered off-balance, Sayaka doesn't manage to pull herself back up again. The sword clatters to the ground with an embarrassing clatter. She leaves it laying there and just stares at the dummy, her eyes hollow, her chest heaving.
"I'm really no good at this." She mumbles between breaths, and then, a little louder: "What am I even doing here?"
B. Outside the Concert Hall
She really was a fool. Had her feet led her this way all by themselves, or had her foolish head directed them? Either way, here she was, stood seething outside the Capitol Concert Hall.
She should go, Sayaka thinks, looking around for some escape, but then the orchestra starts up, and the music is so beautiful, and so unfamiliar, that she can't help but listen. Even through the walls of the concert hall, she can make out the melody. She sits herself down on a nearby bench, closes her eyes, and listens to the opening notes.
She can't help it - she wonders what Kyousuke would think of all this, and soon her eyes are welling up with tears. She wipes them away on the sleeve of her shirt, and tries her best not to draw the attention of the milling crowds.
She didn't want to cry, but she'd been doing a lot of things she didn't really want to lately.
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"What's a District?" She asks, in an attempt to cover up. She remembered there being a group of people in her suite, but they were all grown men, and one of them had horns, and she was pretty sure they wouldn't need her help to win.
There's a part of her, though, that really does want to be able to help. At the very least, the stranger is speaking to her sense of pride - she really doesn't want to look like a chump.
"I'm not going to do something that stupid!" She was willing to believe that the Capitol could heal cuts and bruises, but she draws the line at the idea of them piecing her back together after an explosion.
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"Panem is divided into different Districts which produce the various goods and materials that help keep everything running. There are twelve total--" So long as you don't count the destruction of District 3 or bring up the officially non-existent District 13, which he isn't going to. "--and we offworld tributes are divided the same way. Whichever tribute wins an arena also wins food for their associated District.
"It used to be that District kids themselves were reaped once a year, one boy and one girl, and put into the games together. A number of Districts still have Mentors from the old games--that is, people who won them and thereby are still around to tell about them. But after the 74th one, they changed things and started bringing us in, with obviously more of us per District than the old games had, not to mention the whole reviving us after part."
It's about as close as he can get to outright telling her how cruel the Capitol is. He's long since learned to watch his tongue, to dance around things and hint or leave the implications of the facts to speak for themselves. It's not his preferred method, but with cameras always watching he has little other recourse.