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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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He came to the library to try and find out more about himself. How the User body worked, and what he would have to do to maintain it. Now he just felt like a fake, nasty thing. Artificial and useless and robotic and...a bunch of things that surprisingly, he didn't want to feel.
How much did this guy know, though? Could he relate? "Are you like me?"
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"Not really," he grumbles, tracing a claw over the book again. He straightens up, pushing his shoulders back. "What happened to me wath almotht the exact oppothite. I wath taken from my organic body and partially implanted into a network."
It was a painful process, and it had been a long one too. "I wath theparated from it to come here."
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Beck gave the guy a sorry kind of look, shaking his head as he closed up the book on body functions. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "That must have been awful..." That was all he was going to say for now. It probably wasn't the smartest thing to say. "I didn't know they could do the opposite..."
And all for entertainment.
"From my zone, I thought Users were perfect. In the end, they all created the Grid, my city. They created me." He shook his head, and pushed the book away. "I don't understand why they'd stoop to this level. They weren't supposed to."
no subject
He shrugs. He's been trying not to feel too sorry for himself (and he hasn't been that consistently successful), but...talking about what happened to him is still a strange thing. It's easy to talk about it on a purely scientific level, so at least Beck hasn't actually asked how it felt. "There'th a lot of thingth I didn't know they could do."
"Uther? And, well, people are naturally terrible. It'th what maketh thpecieth tho familiar."
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That couldn't be more true. Beck finds himself nodding along, biting the inside of his lip as he thinks. "I don't think anyone really knows what they can do." Which, in both of their case, is more frightening than it is not. "I guess so." He glances to the stack of books the other User (User...?) is reading over.
"Do you think all User's are terrible?" Beck found that a little hard to believe. Some, yeah. But not all of them!
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He taps his thumb against the book, quirking a brow. "Well, they do, but that doethn't really help." Which he hates more than anything. He hates not knowing what could happen to him at any moment, and he hates not know how to figure out how to best their technology. "I haven't really seen any technology like theirth, either."
Slowly, he nods. "Everyone hath thomething terrible about them."
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The thing with Beck is that he's a Program working against his programming. While he was programmed to work on vehicles, he's actually been running around as a renegade Program and causing problems for the State. Maybe, if they could get enough information on the Capitol, and if they form up a plan...
"Maybe we could use that." Beck's going to suggest a little something here...
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He leans forward, narrowing his eyes at Beck. He doesn't know if he can trust them, or what he's up to. Hell, he doesn't even know what the man is capable of.
"Uthe it in what way?"
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It was worth a shot! "From my zone, I was a mechanical Program. But I was also a renegade. I was starting a revolution against another Program who planned to everyone else under his way. by force or otherwise." Before, he wouldn't tell this to anyone. But in a place where Users knew all about him, and what he could do...why not flaunt? Maybe they could change something, here!
"We can use whatever the others Users have, along with what we already know about the Capitol, and start a movement of our own." Beck shrugged, grinning to himself. "If it could happen in a computer zone, it could happen here."
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"And why thhould we do that? Tho we can get thquathed down and killed off permanently? What do you think ith going to happen if we turn againtht them? If they can change who we are, how are you thuppothed to fight them?"
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He leaned back a little, and continued. "We would have to learn more about the Capitol, and how to overthrow them. It would take a little bit of time, but if we gather everyone together, we could do it. We all could make it out of here."
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But most of all, he doesn't want to go back to the life he had before hand. He doesn't want to go back to being Helmsman. "What about thothe that don't want to get out?"
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That was...not something he thought about, honestly. With him, it was about fighting for the free cause; about saving others from slavery and certain deresolution. Or reprogramming, or something not good like that. With the Grid, it was all about saving others, knowing that some might be against him, and might understand in the end.
"Why?" Beck asked, leaning forward. "Why would you want to be stuck like this?"