thecapitol | Open!

Who| Firo Prochainezo and you!
What| Dealing with prison life
Where| Detention Center
When| Covering the week before the District 12 mission and the week after
Warnings/Notes| Likely talk of imprisonment, war, and usual Capitol awfulness

Having lived life the way he does, Firo’s not surprised to be in prison. Again. He would, however, be lying if he tried to say he was not incredibly displeased with this turn of events. For one, what was the point in being in this place as opposed to Alcatraz? At least back home he was helping Ennis as part of his imprisonment. The other, even bigger reason is that his friends are now scattered to the winds and he’s unable to do a thing about it.

It really, really sucks.

But what can you do? Though the thought of finally letting go of his control and showing the Capitol just what he thinks of them is tempting, it’s not on the table. Because to risk his neck like this is to risk Ennis’s and he’s not prepared to do that to her. So for now, it seems that quiet acceptance it is.

At their break for meal time, Firo tries to take full advantage of the ambient distractions to keep from thinking too hard about the situation they’re in. Whether they’re friend or stranger, Firo grunts to the person next to him, “I’m surprised they don’t have us doin’ the lockstep. That still happen in prisons where you’re from?”

Not to imply that you look like an expert or anything, buddy, but a guy has to kill time somehow.

[Closed to Eowyn]

There aren't many towering Amazons hanging around Panem, so Eowyn is usually pretty easy to find. Firo's never been more grateful for this fact than he is right now. She sticks right out when the soldiers are let go for their free time, and he makes his way over to her as quickly as he can without prompting suspicious looks from the guards.

When he's nearly at her side, he waves. "Hey." He hesitates, unsure on how to continue. Asking her if she's okay would just be stupid--are any of them okay right now? But he has to say something. "...How're you settlin' in?"

She's tough, he knows. But he also knows that this likely isn't the kind of place someone like her would be used to. Hell, he isn't even used to it.

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"You'd think," he replies quickly. Jeremy has a feeling he knows exactly who the guy is that he's talking about, and he'd really rather not discuss him. "I would've rather it just killed me. Better than sufferring with the consequences this whole time."

He doesn't really understand that notion, that life is worth living no matter what. But then, some people aren't constantly dealing with the same things he has ever since he was attacked. They just don't know what it's like.

"Yeah. He got away," Jeremy continues, obvious resentment in his tone. That part infuriates him - sure, he's heard the story, the man eventually gets his just desserts. But it wasn't right, even then. "No closure for their families. No answers to all their questions. No mystery solved. Nothing at all. Lucky bastard."

"That's life." This guy isn't the kind of criminal Firo sympathizes with, even having a hitman for a friend, so he sighs when he says it. Commiseration. "Not everybody gets that happy ending like in the pictures. Except for your murderer, I guess."

"You think he was a professional or anything? I never heard of any professional goin' after kids." And it's certainly not unheard of for even an amateur to avoid capture.

That's life.

What a shitty way to look at it.

If everyone had done what they should've done (and Jeremy has a very specific person in mind there,) it wouldn't have gotten so far out of hand. One child, one murder should've been enough to get everyone involved in figuring out what happened and who was responsible. But it didn't stop at one. And from what he understands, there were even more after he'd passed.

"No idea. Wasn't there long enough to find out who it was," he replies, very clearly displeased with that turn of events. "Just a psychotic scumbag. And too many people too stupid to do the right thing."

“Too stupid or too scared?”

His smile fades into a scowl. He may be relatively flippant about death compared to civilians, but he can’t forget that these are children, and that’s a whole other matter. “There’re always people like that. They see a kid getting’ his face rubbed into the pavement by a guy twice his size and they just keep walkin’. It’s really something, huh?”

And yet people act like he’s rash and impulsive for stepping in when such things happen. Better than being a coward, isn’t it?

While it's certainly true that most people are just like that - hearing screams or watching a fight break out not far away, but just walking right on by - it doesn't exactly make things any better. And Jeremy knows that it was probably the case for some people, sure. Too scared to lift a finger to do anything. But he does know that's not the same for everyone involved. Not everyone just walked on by out of fear.

"Definitely too stupid," he answers. What's more important, in the end? A restaurant's reputation, or the lives and families of not one, but multiple young children who just wanted to have fun and be happy?

"I don't care that stepping in and doing something about it got me killed. At least I did something at all."

Firo shrugs. "Hey, I don't argue with that, so long as nobody back home was waitin' on you."

For all Firo's recklessness, getting oneself arrested or killed when there's a wife or a kid waiting is just irresponsible in his opinion. It's a necessary qualification. Or would be, if anyone actually cared about his rules.

If nothing else was going to make him laugh today, that comment definitely will do it.

"Not a chance," Jeremy replies. It's not like he has any remote interest in something like that now, but if he ever did back home, it never amounted to anything. He's just fine with that. "I'm dead back home. Pretty sure anyone who gave a shit's moved on by now."

He raises an eyebrow. Certainly he can get behind the idea of moving on, but even he has to admit it can be hard at first. “I mean before you died. Like kids, a wife, whatever.”

... oh.

Well, still. Even with the clarification, the answer is the same anyway, and Jeremy shrugs his shoulders again. "Answer's still no. What's it matter to you?"

“Why wouldn’t it matter? It’s fine for a guy to go get in trouble, but he’s just an asshole if he gets in trouble and screws over his family because of it.”

He shrugs. “So I guess you’re not in asshole. In that way.”

Firo tries to avoid being too optimistic.

In other ways? Probably. But he didn't screw over any family in doing what he did - sure, his mom most likely still misses him, but it's not like he had a wife and kids he was leaving behind with nothing at all. So in that respect, it's probably a good thing Jeremy's been such a loner all his life. Everyone his death affected, few in numbers as they were, were well supported and would eventually be able to move on.

"Guess not," Jeremy shrugs his response, and finishing what's left of his plate doesn't sound at all appealing anymore, so he pushes it further away on the table. "There really is a benefit to being alone all the time."

Firo looks at him out of the corner of his eye. "That sounds pretty damn depressing."

He thinks of Ennis, Czes, Maiza, the other capos, everyone who's relying on him back home. They're high and dry now; the best he can hope is that he's so useless that the lack of him doesn't harm them at all. He slouches. "...But I guess you might be on the right track with that."

"Worked out just fine for me," Jeremy answers bluntly. True, it would be nice to have some sort of companionship during the worst of times, to feel like half of a whole, or even have a small circle of close friends to vent to and have fun with - but now that he's here in Panem, well. At least nobody back home misses him.

"At least I've got nothing holding me back," he adds with a shrug. "Better than pining for a place I can't get back to."

Firo's sensitive at the best of times and then is even more so now that he's stinging from being brought low by the Capitol. At Jeremy's last words, he snaps, "Is that supposed to mean something?"

"Only if you want it to," Jeremy shrugs, moving to get up from the table. He's long since lost his appetite anyway, and if he's going to be starting up an argument, best not to do it when there's plenty of kitchen cutlery around. "If you don't, it means nothing."

Firo watches as the man moves, trying to analyze if the casualness is supposed to be an insult too. "Hmph. There's a cop-out if I've ever heard one."

But he turns back to his food since the guy seems set on leaving. Firo's just going to stab at what remains on his tray with a petulant vengeance.

"No one says you have to take what I say seriously," Jeremy adds with a shrug. He doesn't intentionally try to be an asshole, but all things considered, it's something he can't help.

He doesn't say anything more than that, taking his leave and letting the other man do as he pleases. It's up to him if he wants to confront Jeremy about anything, or just sit there and sulk about it. No skin off his back.

[ ooc; think that about wraps this thread up? ]

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