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thecapitol2013-05-06 01:40 pm
savedbyasong) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-06 01:40 pm
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A brave new world [open]
Who| Shion and you!
What| Shion has arrived in the capitol and is not impressed
Where| The tribute lounge
When| mid morning of his arrival
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Near one of the windows in the lounge of the tribute tower sat a boy seemingly lost in thought, glancing between the window and what he could see of the capitol, and the screen where the arena was being shown.
He currently seemed very caught up in the activity of... well breathing. It was harder than one would think when your world, and everything you had ever known had just been pulled out beneath you. He felt like he was falling, much like he had in the depths of the correctional facility. Except this time there was no Nezumi to catch him, no mocking voice to force him to go on, no reason to continue.
He had been feeling like this since that morning, when he had woken up on a metal cot and been placed into a room to show his fighting skills.
Of which he had none. He had then been taken to a room, told he was representing district four, told he would be housed here, told he could enjoy this city until he was to go into the Arena to die.
He looked out at the city again, a different world (because where else could it be? As impossible as that was it was the only conclusion) yet nothing had changed. They valued different things here, physical strength rather than intelligence. But it was the same as No. 6, the same corruption, people acting like they were better than others.
He looked back at the TV, feeling sick.
What| Shion has arrived in the capitol and is not impressed
Where| The tribute lounge
When| mid morning of his arrival
Warnings/Notes|
Near one of the windows in the lounge of the tribute tower sat a boy seemingly lost in thought, glancing between the window and what he could see of the capitol, and the screen where the arena was being shown.
He currently seemed very caught up in the activity of... well breathing. It was harder than one would think when your world, and everything you had ever known had just been pulled out beneath you. He felt like he was falling, much like he had in the depths of the correctional facility. Except this time there was no Nezumi to catch him, no mocking voice to force him to go on, no reason to continue.
He had been feeling like this since that morning, when he had woken up on a metal cot and been placed into a room to show his fighting skills.
Of which he had none. He had then been taken to a room, told he was representing district four, told he would be housed here, told he could enjoy this city until he was to go into the Arena to die.
He looked out at the city again, a different world (because where else could it be? As impossible as that was it was the only conclusion) yet nothing had changed. They valued different things here, physical strength rather than intelligence. But it was the same as No. 6, the same corruption, people acting like they were better than others.
He looked back at the TV, feeling sick.
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"I don't know." He spoke more to keep himself here, in this moment and not floating off in his head to times were the world made a lot more sense. "I guess you don't, some people don't. Care about the people around them I mean, and as long as that's their choice and they haven't had it programmed into them by a higher force I guess that's alright.
I mean it's probably counter productive to get to know people who are all going to die anyways."
Some part of him realised he was babbling, and he should probably stop.
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"Dude. Shut up. I literally don't care."
He looks back to the Games - no one he knows. He reaches over and switches the channel to another part of the Arena.
"Are you always this chatty?"
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The problem was just there were so many thought in his head, that he just had to speak some of them.
He looked back at the TV and the boy, "Is watching it compulsory?" He was mostly just asking himself, he's not expecting to get answered.
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Bitchiness kind of just comes out of Howard. He doesn't even mean it, because he continues to hold up his end of the conversation, continues to invite an exchange even as he attacks the idea. Maybe it's just that the Arena puts him in a sour mood; maybe it's that psyching himself up to watch the Games took it out of him.
"No. But it's helpful. You lean who'll stab you in the back."
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Dead but he doesn't want to think about that... Doesn't want to see these people die, doesn't want anyone to die, not like this not horribly and in pain.
He had fought so hard against that.
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There's a lot of denial packed into that sentence. A lot of ignoring the nightmares, ignoring the panic, the ever-present paranoia, the fact that he can feel his heartbeat in his fingertips more often than he can't. The same fingertips he's sucking Dorito cheese off of. The same fingertips that held a rock to bash Lottie LaBoeuf's head in.
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Shion felt the sick lurching, ever more frequent feeling of his entire world falling out from beneath him.
They brought them back? From the dead? How? Why?
He stared at the boy in horror, thoughts spiraling away from him as he forgot all about breathing and just let himself be swept away by the weight of everything that had happened in one morning.
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"Good for Moody Blues. Fucker deserved it."
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It was still jarring. "No one... deserves that."
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He wrapped his arms around himself protectively. "If they bring people back... Have you been in there?"
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He looked back at the screen, just in time to see Howard struggling with a man, the presenters had gotten into a debate on whether his actions had been brave or cowardly.
Well this was awkward.
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There's a splash of blood as Howard jams a knife into Alpha's neck.
"That was, uh. That was not a good day."
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"It doesn't look like it was."
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"Change the channel." He lunges for the remote.
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Shion felt a surge of anger, he might not know this boy, and he hadn't been the friendliest but anything that made anyone react like that should not be allowed to exist.
No one should be hurt so much.
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Weird, how fast that was. And awful. He makes a little moaning noise.
"Sorry. Didn't realize that clip was next."
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He reached out for his hand, though he would retreat if shrugged away. "We don't have to watch anymore."
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"I just..."
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