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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
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.
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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