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thecapitol2013-05-13 12:33 pm
alldeduction) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-13 12:33 pm
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Who| Sherlock Holmes and OPEN!
What| Sherlock returns from the dead and isn't very happy about it, and the events that happen leading up to and after the interview with the capitol. He'll basically be wandering around scowly-like so feel free to run into him anywhere. District 2 mates feel free to pounce on him when he gets in, and he'll also be showing up in District 7.
Where| Wherever!
When| From Sherlock's death up to current
Warnings/Notes| Might have graphic description of his death in the arena, if it comes up, otherwise none.
Sherlock half-hoped that he wouldn't wake up this time. That perhaps after all, the world still made logical sense and he couldn't return from the dead, perhaps that after the second time of feeling his life leave him he would be left to rest in a semblance of peace.
But it wasn't to be.
He woke up with a shuddering start, breath slamming into his lungs as he sucked it in like drowning. His hand immediately went to his chest but there was nothing there - no bruise, no shattered sternum, no broken bones. His lungs functioned normally. He was clean, again, and the ravenous gnawing hunger in his stomach was gone. He sat up. Exactly the same as he was the first time he had been brought here. The first time he had died.
He scowled, darkly, at nothing, and threw himself from the bed. Fine. This time, he would be prepared. This time, he would have a plan. And he did have one. Oh, but he did.
What| Sherlock returns from the dead and isn't very happy about it, and the events that happen leading up to and after the interview with the capitol. He'll basically be wandering around scowly-like so feel free to run into him anywhere. District 2 mates feel free to pounce on him when he gets in, and he'll also be showing up in District 7.
Where| Wherever!
When| From Sherlock's death up to current
Warnings/Notes| Might have graphic description of his death in the arena, if it comes up, otherwise none.
Sherlock half-hoped that he wouldn't wake up this time. That perhaps after all, the world still made logical sense and he couldn't return from the dead, perhaps that after the second time of feeling his life leave him he would be left to rest in a semblance of peace.
But it wasn't to be.
He woke up with a shuddering start, breath slamming into his lungs as he sucked it in like drowning. His hand immediately went to his chest but there was nothing there - no bruise, no shattered sternum, no broken bones. His lungs functioned normally. He was clean, again, and the ravenous gnawing hunger in his stomach was gone. He sat up. Exactly the same as he was the first time he had been brought here. The first time he had died.
He scowled, darkly, at nothing, and threw himself from the bed. Fine. This time, he would be prepared. This time, he would have a plan. And he did have one. Oh, but he did.
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"I thought perhaps the sensible thing would be to train," He said, glancing around. "Perhaps I should learn to build traps..."
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"You might do well to learn defense. A trap will do you little good if you take a knife to the heart before you can finish building it."
This had now officially gone from dancing around the issue to straight out threats.
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It was something he needed, he realised. If his plan was ever going to work. Giving Cuthbert a good, solid reason to attempt to kill him on sight...
Plus, a good rivalry did wonders when dealing with Sponsors.
"That would require the knife to get close enough," he said smoothly. "Or you could just try a log again. It's so much easier to get a man to trip, isn't it?"
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He had been trained in many ways to kill a man, but he already suspected that if he told Sherlock about them he would find more ways to mess him up. He didn't need more reason to kill Sherlock than the game itself, but the teasing did make the impulse stronger.
"I'd wager I've killed more men with wits alone than you could with all the weapons the arena allows."