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thecapitol2015-08-30 11:56 pm
beckstitch) wrote in thecapitol2015-08-30 11:56 pm
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Who| Beck and Roland, Beck and OPEN
What| Beck takes Tony's loss to heart
Where| The gym, a club in the Capitol, the D12 common area
When| The days immediately following Tony's execution
Warnings/Notes| Discussion of violence, death, etc., also sexual themes
i. Gym.
She'd cried a little, watching Tony's execution. Then, when she'd had time to sit down and really digest the information, she'd cried a lot, feigning a headache as an excuse to go and curl up under the covers. Losing Tributes, she'd learnt to deal with, although it always stung - they were always going to die, and sometimes they wouldn't come back. But losing Victors was ten times worse, especially when they were shot the way you'd always imagined it being with your father, the way that sometimes got you waking in a cold sweat. Especially when it had been your job to save them.
When she'd finished crying, fixed her make-up, and felt like she was in a position to show her face to the world, she got back up. Still pale and drawn, she changed into her running gear, hoping to burn off some of her feelings, make herself too tired for grief or guilt or frustration. She left a note on her door - Out Running, Back Later - and headed out into the city.
After two circuits of her usual morning run, she felt no better. That was what found her in the gym an hour or so later, out of place among the Tributes, slim and smaller than ever without her high heels, lifting weights and shadowboxing with a vengeance.
ii. Club.
The night after the show aired, and for several nights following, Beck couldn't sleep. Knowing that from the start - knowing she didn't want to sleep, had to get her head clear - she didn't even try. Instead, she found herself drifting through the city after hours, through all her old haunts and some new.
You're likely to find her propping up the bar in one of the seedier clubs of the Capitol, dressed in scraps that barely cover her modesty. Or extremely drunk and draped over another woman. Or, most likely, dancing on tables and singing at the top of her voice. And you don't even have to pay for the privilege!
iii. D12
About three days after the execution, when Beck has herself under control again, she starts pushing notes under the doors of her remaining Tributes and staff. District meeting, Commons, 1pm Tuesday. Be there. Not optional. -Beck
From 12:30 onwards, she can be found in the District 12 common area, sitting cross-legged on one of the couches. She's done her best to make it look friendly - there's a plate of tea and coffee things, some cake, plenty of cushions - but she herself looks tired and drawn, the long nights starting to show and her friendly smile conspicuously absent. Dammit, she cared about Tony.
What| Beck takes Tony's loss to heart
Where| The gym, a club in the Capitol, the D12 common area
When| The days immediately following Tony's execution
Warnings/Notes| Discussion of violence, death, etc., also sexual themes
i. Gym.
She'd cried a little, watching Tony's execution. Then, when she'd had time to sit down and really digest the information, she'd cried a lot, feigning a headache as an excuse to go and curl up under the covers. Losing Tributes, she'd learnt to deal with, although it always stung - they were always going to die, and sometimes they wouldn't come back. But losing Victors was ten times worse, especially when they were shot the way you'd always imagined it being with your father, the way that sometimes got you waking in a cold sweat. Especially when it had been your job to save them.
When she'd finished crying, fixed her make-up, and felt like she was in a position to show her face to the world, she got back up. Still pale and drawn, she changed into her running gear, hoping to burn off some of her feelings, make herself too tired for grief or guilt or frustration. She left a note on her door - Out Running, Back Later - and headed out into the city.
After two circuits of her usual morning run, she felt no better. That was what found her in the gym an hour or so later, out of place among the Tributes, slim and smaller than ever without her high heels, lifting weights and shadowboxing with a vengeance.
ii. Club.
The night after the show aired, and for several nights following, Beck couldn't sleep. Knowing that from the start - knowing she didn't want to sleep, had to get her head clear - she didn't even try. Instead, she found herself drifting through the city after hours, through all her old haunts and some new.
You're likely to find her propping up the bar in one of the seedier clubs of the Capitol, dressed in scraps that barely cover her modesty. Or extremely drunk and draped over another woman. Or, most likely, dancing on tables and singing at the top of her voice. And you don't even have to pay for the privilege!
iii. D12
About three days after the execution, when Beck has herself under control again, she starts pushing notes under the doors of her remaining Tributes and staff. District meeting, Commons, 1pm Tuesday. Be there. Not optional. -Beck
From 12:30 onwards, she can be found in the District 12 common area, sitting cross-legged on one of the couches. She's done her best to make it look friendly - there's a plate of tea and coffee things, some cake, plenty of cushions - but she herself looks tired and drawn, the long nights starting to show and her friendly smile conspicuously absent. Dammit, she cared about Tony.
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