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thecapitol2016-01-14 04:14 pm
whittlingnickels) wrote in thecapitol2016-01-14 04:14 pm
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[open] Say where is my shame...
Who| Augustus and Open with a closed prompt
What| Panem is falling apart but Sinclair isn't worried
Where| Various locations
When| Early January
Warnings/Notes| Capitolite privilege, callous disregard for human life,
I- The Capitol
What was a passing worry, a simple flight of fancy that the Capitol allowed to exist was wearing thin in Sinclair's eyes. Those in his sector, the finance centers of Panem were starting to panic and make rash decisions, making his work all the more annoying rather than enjoyable. The Rebellion captured District 12 and Seven but he wasn't quite surprised that happened. Like Three, those were hotbeds of dissent compared to the richer districts. It was simply a shame that they forget just how easily those smears can be wiped off the face of the planet.
Is Sinclair worried? Of course, it's his job to do so, but he's also keeping an eye on the events as they unfold. Snow is entertaining the rebels in their game but how easily can that be put to rest with another District 3 bombing? Even the murder of the Panem Nightly News anchors wasn't a big deal to him…
At least outwardly. In reality, Sinclair was starting to sleep with a gun under his pillow, and more so with the attempted capture of District 1…that hit too close to home for his taste.
He doesn't break routine as he goes out to his investments in the Capitol, offering a charming little smirk towards those he runs into.
II- The Detainment Center
And that charm is especially evident when Gus goes with Delta to the Detainment Center to examine the specimens in their enclosures. That's what offworlders have become: specimens, dehumanized examples of far off lands whose systems of governments were bound to fail. Kingdoms fall with beheadings, democracies built on peace collapse under the hypocrisy of what peace meant: sacrifice.
"You," he'd pick any soldier he saw, "What battles have you fought?"
Should he be satisfied with the answer, his smirk would gain wattage and suggestions for what supplies they need for battle.
III- Closed to Swann - Her apartment
But there are somethings that just can't be bought with money, like for example, the heart of a woman who loves someone else. Someone Sinclair knows is a scheming brat of a Capitolite who knows he's done wrong and just doesn't play the game by the rules that Gus set out. He can impound assets and reclaim properties that were scammed off him, but in the end, nothing would make Swann see the vile nature that comes with Jason Compson IV.
Even coming here makes the proud businessman feel second-tier to such a desperate waste of an Escort who could get slapped by a little girl if he were so stupid to pick a fight with. Sinclair was here to check up on his friend, he remembers the last time she was scared and lost in the events that transpired. True to his word, Augustus never mentioned Eta and her autonomy… but these conflicts were worrying him.
"Swannie? You in there, sugar?"
What| Panem is falling apart but Sinclair isn't worried
Where| Various locations
When| Early January
Warnings/Notes| Capitolite privilege, callous disregard for human life,
I- The Capitol
What was a passing worry, a simple flight of fancy that the Capitol allowed to exist was wearing thin in Sinclair's eyes. Those in his sector, the finance centers of Panem were starting to panic and make rash decisions, making his work all the more annoying rather than enjoyable. The Rebellion captured District 12 and Seven but he wasn't quite surprised that happened. Like Three, those were hotbeds of dissent compared to the richer districts. It was simply a shame that they forget just how easily those smears can be wiped off the face of the planet.
Is Sinclair worried? Of course, it's his job to do so, but he's also keeping an eye on the events as they unfold. Snow is entertaining the rebels in their game but how easily can that be put to rest with another District 3 bombing? Even the murder of the Panem Nightly News anchors wasn't a big deal to him…
At least outwardly. In reality, Sinclair was starting to sleep with a gun under his pillow, and more so with the attempted capture of District 1…that hit too close to home for his taste.
He doesn't break routine as he goes out to his investments in the Capitol, offering a charming little smirk towards those he runs into.
II- The Detainment Center
And that charm is especially evident when Gus goes with Delta to the Detainment Center to examine the specimens in their enclosures. That's what offworlders have become: specimens, dehumanized examples of far off lands whose systems of governments were bound to fail. Kingdoms fall with beheadings, democracies built on peace collapse under the hypocrisy of what peace meant: sacrifice.
"You," he'd pick any soldier he saw, "What battles have you fought?"
Should he be satisfied with the answer, his smirk would gain wattage and suggestions for what supplies they need for battle.
III- Closed to Swann - Her apartment
But there are somethings that just can't be bought with money, like for example, the heart of a woman who loves someone else. Someone Sinclair knows is a scheming brat of a Capitolite who knows he's done wrong and just doesn't play the game by the rules that Gus set out. He can impound assets and reclaim properties that were scammed off him, but in the end, nothing would make Swann see the vile nature that comes with Jason Compson IV.
Even coming here makes the proud businessman feel second-tier to such a desperate waste of an Escort who could get slapped by a little girl if he were so stupid to pick a fight with. Sinclair was here to check up on his friend, he remembers the last time she was scared and lost in the events that transpired. True to his word, Augustus never mentioned Eta and her autonomy… but these conflicts were worrying him.
"Swannie? You in there, sugar?"
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"If you're just walkin' fer walking' sake, then come, let me treat you to some lunch, shall we?" he invited in what seemed like a gesture of good faith but in reality, he wanted to fish for information. He wanted to know how badly Jason ruined his own life with his own pride.
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"Our time is equally as valuable. You keep our spirits high and I make sure that the machines of war are well oiled and efficient," he admitted with the best sympathetic look he could. "You've been a service to us all. Now please take whichever item you'd like."