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thecapitol2013-05-14 11:04 pm
amplifying) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-14 11:04 pm
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Who| Beck and YOU!
What| Adjusting isn't easy. Still.
Where| All around the Capitol.
When| Ummm, from now until near the beginning of the Games, maybe? It's a catch-all log so I'm pretty flexible!
Warnings/Notes| TBA.
LOUNGE
Okay, so he wouldn't lie- the lounge area here isn't all that bad.
The feel is modern enough and the colors are nice (they're not the colors he's used to, but it reminds him enough of home to make him at least feel somewhat settled), and the couches are nice and soft. It even had a bar...but they didn't provide the drinks that he was used to. Some of them tasted kind of funny, and if he drank too many, he couldn't walk right, and sometimes made him a little sick afterwards. Yeah. Now he knew why Daniel talked so little about feeling 'nauseated'.
It reminds him of hanging out with Mara and Zed in the clubs. Even though the lounge could be one of Beck's favorite places to be, it's also the place that makes him the most homesick. A lot of the time when he sat here, he would find himself thinking about home, and what was going on, and whether Tron was trying to find out where he was...or even what was going on in the revolution.
He missed Argon and Tron a lot, to the point where it felt like he hurt inside.
Beck was in the lounge now, sitting in a corner a little farther away from the middle. More times than not people with the craziest of styles would come in with cameras that were flashing, and cameras that floated in the air. Some people asked for full-blown interviews, others asked for pictures for a feed. What was nice was that some people were more popular than Beck was.
They asked about his home and why he wouldn't kill anyone. He gave answers.
Simple as that.
He had the Games back home, and he managed to live through those without derezzing another Program. And maybe, he could do it here, too.
CAPITOL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY
Okay. So every User had a skeleton. With skeletons came muscles. Tendons connected the muscles to skeletons. Ligaments connected pieces of the skeleton to each other.
Beck was buried into a rather large medical book, with many others stacked up beside him. If the Games were going to happen again, he would have to learn more about the User body before he went out a second time. If he wanted to survive a day, then he'd have to learn about the body. It was complicated, and a lot of it was more annoying than not, but he could deal with this.
This is something he could operate.
You might find him there still reading over various bodily functions or gross things like that, or maybe pacing around and getting his bearings. He can only read big books with big words for so long, anyway.
ROOFTOPS
While the lounge was nice, it didn't give Beck the time to think.
Well, he thought about things, but not about what life was going to be like for him, or what he was here for. The lounge made him think of home and his friends, of Tron and the clubs. It made him think about the good times he's had before, and how much he utterly misses all of it.
But the rooftops make him think of now. Of the future.
The wind blows through his hair as he makes his way past the very many gardens, some more eye-catching than others. One is just filled with flowers and flowers galore, the other has a covering of branches and vines that you can actually sit under, if the sun's a bit too harsh. But Beck prefers to stand near the edges of the building. But not because he's planning on doing something he really shouldn't.
He can see everything up here. From all of the buildings, to the land beyond. It gives him a chance to stand and think. What's he going to do when the Arena happens again? What will they expect him to do? Could he even have a chance, now that he knew his body a little more than before?
...Beck didn't have any good answers for those questions. And for the time being, he was going to wait for the answers. It wasn't like he had any other choice.
But as calmly as he took this, he felt anything but it.
He worried. He worried about himself and the others that would have to compete again out there. What would Tron say about all of this? Would he be disappointed, too? What would he expect Beck to do?
As he stands by the edge, he lets his head hang, and sighs. What would Tron do?
Or, what could he do?
What| Adjusting isn't easy. Still.
Where| All around the Capitol.
When| Ummm, from now until near the beginning of the Games, maybe? It's a catch-all log so I'm pretty flexible!
Warnings/Notes| TBA.
LOUNGE
Okay, so he wouldn't lie- the lounge area here isn't all that bad.
The feel is modern enough and the colors are nice (they're not the colors he's used to, but it reminds him enough of home to make him at least feel somewhat settled), and the couches are nice and soft. It even had a bar...but they didn't provide the drinks that he was used to. Some of them tasted kind of funny, and if he drank too many, he couldn't walk right, and sometimes made him a little sick afterwards. Yeah. Now he knew why Daniel talked so little about feeling 'nauseated'.
It reminds him of hanging out with Mara and Zed in the clubs. Even though the lounge could be one of Beck's favorite places to be, it's also the place that makes him the most homesick. A lot of the time when he sat here, he would find himself thinking about home, and what was going on, and whether Tron was trying to find out where he was...or even what was going on in the revolution.
He missed Argon and Tron a lot, to the point where it felt like he hurt inside.
Beck was in the lounge now, sitting in a corner a little farther away from the middle. More times than not people with the craziest of styles would come in with cameras that were flashing, and cameras that floated in the air. Some people asked for full-blown interviews, others asked for pictures for a feed. What was nice was that some people were more popular than Beck was.
They asked about his home and why he wouldn't kill anyone. He gave answers.
Simple as that.
He had the Games back home, and he managed to live through those without derezzing another Program. And maybe, he could do it here, too.
CAPITOL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY
Okay. So every User had a skeleton. With skeletons came muscles. Tendons connected the muscles to skeletons. Ligaments connected pieces of the skeleton to each other.
Beck was buried into a rather large medical book, with many others stacked up beside him. If the Games were going to happen again, he would have to learn more about the User body before he went out a second time. If he wanted to survive a day, then he'd have to learn about the body. It was complicated, and a lot of it was more annoying than not, but he could deal with this.
This is something he could operate.
You might find him there still reading over various bodily functions or gross things like that, or maybe pacing around and getting his bearings. He can only read big books with big words for so long, anyway.
ROOFTOPS
While the lounge was nice, it didn't give Beck the time to think.
Well, he thought about things, but not about what life was going to be like for him, or what he was here for. The lounge made him think of home and his friends, of Tron and the clubs. It made him think about the good times he's had before, and how much he utterly misses all of it.
But the rooftops make him think of now. Of the future.
The wind blows through his hair as he makes his way past the very many gardens, some more eye-catching than others. One is just filled with flowers and flowers galore, the other has a covering of branches and vines that you can actually sit under, if the sun's a bit too harsh. But Beck prefers to stand near the edges of the building. But not because he's planning on doing something he really shouldn't.
He can see everything up here. From all of the buildings, to the land beyond. It gives him a chance to stand and think. What's he going to do when the Arena happens again? What will they expect him to do? Could he even have a chance, now that he knew his body a little more than before?
...Beck didn't have any good answers for those questions. And for the time being, he was going to wait for the answers. It wasn't like he had any other choice.
But as calmly as he took this, he felt anything but it.
He worried. He worried about himself and the others that would have to compete again out there. What would Tron say about all of this? Would he be disappointed, too? What would he expect Beck to do?
As he stands by the edge, he lets his head hang, and sighs. What would Tron do?
Or, what could he do?
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Beck isn't sure how he recognizes the voice at first, but it sends an odd, icy shiver that sails down his spine, and makes it feel like his skin is crawling. It fills him with this horrible feeling of fear that it makes him freeze right in place.
...But, he can recognize it after that moment or two is gone. He looks up, and oh yeah, he remembers. And now that he remembers, he certainly doesn't appreciate that comment. Or the face she makes along with it.
"Just so you know, the Games are over. You don't need to go bragging about it." Beck mutters, looking up to her.
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She leans down, getting into his personal space. She likes to see people cower. She likes the way he hunches his shoulders and the way he freezes.
"Feeling better?"
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He couldn't even finish his sentence. Beck could feel her pressing close, and even though he didn't want to...he tried to squeeze himself away. Beck could feel his User body react like a Program would- he brought his shoulders in, hunched his back. He could feel himself take in a quick breath, and a sudden rush of fear went right through him.
But Beck recovered as best as he could. He found himself rising to his feet, pushing the unwanted User away. "Leave me alone!"
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"Why? Give me a reason, lunchbox."
She reaches out to poke his shoulder insolently.
"You're not gonna make me."
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Beck was the Renegade. People said they hated him. Didn't like how he terrorized the city, and turned away from him. He had been ganged on and beaten up and all kinds of things, but he made it through with a straight face. But why of all things, was this bothering him so much?
A hand reached out to touch him, and he swatted it away. "Don't!" He took a step back, but found the back of his legs touching against the chair.
Stuck...
Blarghl, sorry about the huge delay.
"Don't what?"
She leans in again, one eye blinking in a rather perverse and unnerving wink, "You're mine again, next time. Maybe you'll actually put up more of a fight - it'd make it more... entertaining, anyway."
It's okay! Things happen, yeah? :)
He tenses when Karis sets a hand to his shoulder. There's more he wants to do, but he can't...not only would they take him away, but they had attracted some attention. Beck wasn't sure what publicity was good here, and what wasn't. Or if any publicity was good at all.
Either way, this wasn't the place.
Beck could feel his blood boiling. "We'll see about that." He wouldn't be so off-guard next time. Next time, he'd be ready. He could almost feel Tron frowning at him, but Tron wasn't here, was he? "But just you and me next time. Nobody else."
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"Ohhh, you've got spirit, huh? I don't fight fair, lunchbox. Just warning you now. But if you wanna take me? Yeah, we can go."
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"Fine. We'll meet at the Cornucopia, right after the Bloodbath." She didn't want to play even? He could make it as even as he could. No weapons for either of them to use, nobody else around to butt in.