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thecapitol2015-10-19 11:21 pm
leiche) wrote in thecapitol2015-10-19 11:21 pm
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just keep swimmin'
Who| Jeremy Fitzgerald and Phil Gray
What| Somebody has some explaining to do. But fish are distracting.
Where| The aquarium in the Capitol.
When| Week 4 of the arena
Warnings/Notes| FNAF things, child murder and trauma and bitey robots galore.
It was a whirlwind of events after he woke up a few days ago. At first, he thought everything had been a dream, and maybe this was more of the afterlife he'd originally expected. People tending to him, plenty of fancy food and a warm bed to relax in, it seemed pretty nice at the start. But then it all came back and he was reminded - this is Panem, and this is his new life now.
For the first few days after waking up, he stayed in his room in the training center. He didn't bother going to the actual training rooms - the mere thought of it made his stomach churn, he didn't want to fight again. He didn't eat much, he didn't talk to any of the other tributes or anyone else he came into contact with. But even for a nervous shut-in like Jeremy, three days cooped up in a fancy bedroom was too much, and after asking for a coat and a pair of thin gloves, he left the center to explore the Capitol a little. He didn't want to be gone for too long, but he should stretch his legs, get some fresh air and such. Though he was still mindful of that note from before, wondering who the anonymous donor was, he wasn't sure if he'd ever know who it was. But he wouldn't find out by doing nothing at all.
He's had to take a few breaks since leaving, whether it was sitting on a bench with his head in his hands or finding a quiet corner to curl up in a ball in, but he was surprised to find he was actually enjoying himself. The Capitol was loud, sure, but there were some quieter places he could enjoy without getting a headache. And the aquarium was one of them, a large and lavish establishment with sea creatures of all shapes and sizes for him to discover. He's never heard of most of them. It's incredible.
After a bit of exploring he's found a glass tank expanding an entire wall that's full of smaller fish, groups of them sticking together and swimming around in a cozy school of rainbows and bubbles. It's hypnotic in a way, and he stands close to the tank, touching a fingertip to the glass and trailing back and forth for the fish to follow along. It made him smile, even just a little bit. Even if this was a strange and dangerous new world, even if he could be brought back into the arenas at any moment, this wasn't so bad.
What| Somebody has some explaining to do. But fish are distracting.
Where| The aquarium in the Capitol.
When| Week 4 of the arena
Warnings/Notes| FNAF things, child murder and trauma and bitey robots galore.
It was a whirlwind of events after he woke up a few days ago. At first, he thought everything had been a dream, and maybe this was more of the afterlife he'd originally expected. People tending to him, plenty of fancy food and a warm bed to relax in, it seemed pretty nice at the start. But then it all came back and he was reminded - this is Panem, and this is his new life now.
For the first few days after waking up, he stayed in his room in the training center. He didn't bother going to the actual training rooms - the mere thought of it made his stomach churn, he didn't want to fight again. He didn't eat much, he didn't talk to any of the other tributes or anyone else he came into contact with. But even for a nervous shut-in like Jeremy, three days cooped up in a fancy bedroom was too much, and after asking for a coat and a pair of thin gloves, he left the center to explore the Capitol a little. He didn't want to be gone for too long, but he should stretch his legs, get some fresh air and such. Though he was still mindful of that note from before, wondering who the anonymous donor was, he wasn't sure if he'd ever know who it was. But he wouldn't find out by doing nothing at all.
He's had to take a few breaks since leaving, whether it was sitting on a bench with his head in his hands or finding a quiet corner to curl up in a ball in, but he was surprised to find he was actually enjoying himself. The Capitol was loud, sure, but there were some quieter places he could enjoy without getting a headache. And the aquarium was one of them, a large and lavish establishment with sea creatures of all shapes and sizes for him to discover. He's never heard of most of them. It's incredible.
After a bit of exploring he's found a glass tank expanding an entire wall that's full of smaller fish, groups of them sticking together and swimming around in a cozy school of rainbows and bubbles. It's hypnotic in a way, and he stands close to the tank, touching a fingertip to the glass and trailing back and forth for the fish to follow along. It made him smile, even just a little bit. Even if this was a strange and dangerous new world, even if he could be brought back into the arenas at any moment, this wasn't so bad.