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thecapitol2016-01-04 09:44 pm
whatisay) wrote in thecapitol2016-01-04 09:44 pm
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So Tired the World Doesn't Spin Anymore [Closed]
WHO| Jason and Swann
WHAT| Jason officially moves in with Swann and they share Christmas.
WHEN| Before D1 breakout
WHERE| The borders of the Capitol
WARNINGS| Just privileged Capitol brats.
The trip to District Seven had to be canceled after the recent attacks, as all travel outside the Capitol is on lockdown for anything other than military or business reasons. Two currently unemployed Escorts don't have a viable need to leave the borders of the city, but Jason has enough family connections in his back pocket (and Swann has even more) that he can at least get the tickets and reservations refunded and transferred to a nice chalet right outside the city. It's far enough to be away from the buzz of the Capitol, on the lake, across the water from District One, with the Capitol city itself like a glittering spiderweb covered in orange dew visible at night.
At some point, Jason's going to have to tell her that he sold his house. The Compson house. His mother's house. He doesn't really now what to think of it as anymore, especially now that the title's been transferred for a sum far greater than it's worth in the condition it's in, but paltry given the actual bones of the building.
He hasn't been well since the Tribute Center turned into a Detention Center. Without a job to keep him occupied, without a mother to harangue him, and without an account to scam money from, he doesn't have much to do besides drive around and sleep and cling to Swann with a level of clinginess that most girlfriends would find highly offputting. As of earlier this week he's nursing broken ribs from the 'incident' in the city, as well as a black eye and a cut across one cheekbone that required two stitches.
It's a minor injury, especially compared to what other people on that block ended up with. Especially compared to the dead.
They drive up in the evening, and the stars are coming out by the time they arrive at the chalet. He holds the door for the car for her, as usual, and the sole Avox that tends the place has lit the fireplace for their arrival and put out sparkling water.
WHAT| Jason officially moves in with Swann and they share Christmas.
WHEN| Before D1 breakout
WHERE| The borders of the Capitol
WARNINGS| Just privileged Capitol brats.
The trip to District Seven had to be canceled after the recent attacks, as all travel outside the Capitol is on lockdown for anything other than military or business reasons. Two currently unemployed Escorts don't have a viable need to leave the borders of the city, but Jason has enough family connections in his back pocket (and Swann has even more) that he can at least get the tickets and reservations refunded and transferred to a nice chalet right outside the city. It's far enough to be away from the buzz of the Capitol, on the lake, across the water from District One, with the Capitol city itself like a glittering spiderweb covered in orange dew visible at night.
At some point, Jason's going to have to tell her that he sold his house. The Compson house. His mother's house. He doesn't really now what to think of it as anymore, especially now that the title's been transferred for a sum far greater than it's worth in the condition it's in, but paltry given the actual bones of the building.
He hasn't been well since the Tribute Center turned into a Detention Center. Without a job to keep him occupied, without a mother to harangue him, and without an account to scam money from, he doesn't have much to do besides drive around and sleep and cling to Swann with a level of clinginess that most girlfriends would find highly offputting. As of earlier this week he's nursing broken ribs from the 'incident' in the city, as well as a black eye and a cut across one cheekbone that required two stitches.
It's a minor injury, especially compared to what other people on that block ended up with. Especially compared to the dead.
They drive up in the evening, and the stars are coming out by the time they arrive at the chalet. He holds the door for the car for her, as usual, and the sole Avox that tends the place has lit the fireplace for their arrival and put out sparkling water.
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He just knows he doesn't want to keep them, has entertained fantasies of chucking all of them into the river. But their next resting place is undetermined.
"You think I'd light myself up, don't you?" He tries to soothe her again, stroking her shoulder.
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"You're a little... accident-prone," she says tactfully, one hand fisted in his shirt. "That's all."