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thecapitol2015-12-29 10:01 pm
sizeofyourbaggage) wrote in thecapitol2015-12-29 10:01 pm
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they keep calling out
Who| Sam Wilson and YOU
What| adjusting to the detainment center after being shot down by the Capitol
Where| the detainment center
When| after the power chip liberation mission
Warnings/Notes| talk of death, torture, violence; will update as needed
It could be worse.
Sam doesn’t exactly want to think on the specifics of how it could be worse right now, but he keeps reminding himself of that anyway. He’s still alive, and as long as he’s still going, he’s got hope.
He keeps reminding himself of that even when it becomes obvious that Jet isn’t with him. That Sam didn’t just save Jet’s life only for both of them to get shot down and captured by the Capitol - he saved it only for them to get shot down and separated, and Jet’s being held somewhere else. Somewhere terrible, if the threats they make and the tapes they show him are true - Sam isn’t convinced they are, but there’s always a chance.
And Sam knows - he knows - that it’s not because of him, that he’s not important enough for this, that wherever they’ve got Jet it’s for reasons beyond him and they’re only using it to get to him, he knows their bullshit enough to know that it wouldn’t matter whether he was here or not and that doing what they say isn’t going to win Jet his freedom.
But the part of him that’d do anything to keep his brother safe is a little easier to convince.
When they let him out, to mingle with the other Tributes turned Capitol soldiers, he tries not to let it replay in his mind. Instead he focuses on trying to find a couple of familiar faces, ones he hasn’t seen in too long - at least not without being in the middle of a battlefield.
He’s not exactly too careful about who he might be bumping into as he hunts.
What| adjusting to the detainment center after being shot down by the Capitol
Where| the detainment center
When| after the power chip liberation mission
Warnings/Notes| talk of death, torture, violence; will update as needed
It could be worse.
Sam doesn’t exactly want to think on the specifics of how it could be worse right now, but he keeps reminding himself of that anyway. He’s still alive, and as long as he’s still going, he’s got hope.
He keeps reminding himself of that even when it becomes obvious that Jet isn’t with him. That Sam didn’t just save Jet’s life only for both of them to get shot down and captured by the Capitol - he saved it only for them to get shot down and separated, and Jet’s being held somewhere else. Somewhere terrible, if the threats they make and the tapes they show him are true - Sam isn’t convinced they are, but there’s always a chance.
And Sam knows - he knows - that it’s not because of him, that he’s not important enough for this, that wherever they’ve got Jet it’s for reasons beyond him and they’re only using it to get to him, he knows their bullshit enough to know that it wouldn’t matter whether he was here or not and that doing what they say isn’t going to win Jet his freedom.
But the part of him that’d do anything to keep his brother safe is a little easier to convince.
When they let him out, to mingle with the other Tributes turned Capitol soldiers, he tries not to let it replay in his mind. Instead he focuses on trying to find a couple of familiar faces, ones he hasn’t seen in too long - at least not without being in the middle of a battlefield.
He’s not exactly too careful about who he might be bumping into as he hunts.
no subject
IT DOES NOT TAKE A SPECIAL OPERATIVE TO KEEP A SECRET.
His fingers lift and trace over his threads. A thoughtless gesture as he writes.
WHAT DO YOU PERCEIVE OUR STRUCTURES TO BE FOR? OUR GREAT CAPITOL UNCOVERED THE BEST MEANS FOR KEEPING PEACE IN OUR WORLD. SEVENTY FIVE YEARS OF IT, SO LONG AS ALL BENEATH FOLLOW THE RULES. THIS APPLIES TO MYSELF AS MUCH AS THEE. WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE WE HAVE ALL BEEN SEEKING TO GAIN? WE HAD PEACE. NOW WE HAVE WAR. THERE IS NO DOUBLE DEATH FOR THOSE OF PANEM.
GOOD INTENTION SAVES NO ONE, SAM WILSON.
This... this he knows very well.
no subject
Not to mention that Sam was special ops, and he does know how to keep a secret so damn well that no one'd suspect he's hiding something. Maybe he's not a spy, but he is good at keeping part of himself hidden from everyone.
But that's not the point. He reads the words that follow, already shaking his head when he gets to 'we had peace.'
"That ain't peace, brother. That's fear. That's oppression. That's seventy five years of keeping people silenced and beat down, burying them in gunpowder and then bring surprised when a spark ignites the whole thing."
no subject
SILENCE IS PEACE. IT IS AN ILL IN YOU THAT LEADS TO BELIEVING THE SPARK WILL NOT DESTROY US ALL. I HAVE BORE WITNESS TO ITS RECKONING BEFORE.
FEAR CAN BE CURED. YOU ARE KICKING IT SICK. I CAN HELP YOU, MY HOMIE KILLA. I ONCE WAS FOOLISH AS YOU. NOW ALL IS RIGHTEOUS. NOW ALL MY MOTHER FUCKIN FAMILY ARE SAFE.
OR THEY WERE, UNTIL THIS UPRISING OF MIND-TWISTED SUCKERS. OUR PANEM IS A MACHINE. IF YOU STICK HAND WITHIN ITS MAW, YOU MAY BREAK US TEMPORARILY, BUT YOU WILL LOSE DIGITS WITH PERMANENCE.
LET ME MOTHER FUCKIN HELP THEE. WE CAN STILL MAKE ALL WELL AND GOOD WITHIN THIS WORLD.
And he will write the truth as he knows it.