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thecapitol2013-05-18 01:22 pm
gluteus) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-18 01:22 pm
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Who| Maximus and OPEN
What| Maximus just wandering around, basically this is for new CR and ongoing CR and whatever else happens to fall in here. Not really plot specific, just a needed space for some threads.
Where| District 3 suites, Training Centre, the Park, or the Speakeasy
When| Post Wesker's win
Warnings/Notes| Nothing planned that way! Will edit if it comes up.
Maximus did not enjoy the downtime in the Capitol.
It wasn't that he particularly enjoyed the Arenas, either, but being in the Arena was at least vaguely familiar. Survival. Death. It was a cycle he knew and understood.
Unlike the politics. Unlike the gossip and the glamour and the giggling behind hands. Unlike the Avoxes that found their way into his rooms, unlike the women that threw themselves upon him in the street.
He spent almost all of his time either in his suites, training, meandering the park, or looking for Wyatt in the speakeasy. He actively wanted to learn more about his fellow tributes, but did that more by listening and observing than by approaching. He wanted to learn their strength of character. Wanted to know how, deep inside themselves, they felt about their adoptive city and the games that they were forced to compete in.
And the best way to learn that, however slowly it took, was to watch. And to wait.
Eventually everyone laid themselves open.
What| Maximus just wandering around, basically this is for new CR and ongoing CR and whatever else happens to fall in here. Not really plot specific, just a needed space for some threads.
Where| District 3 suites, Training Centre, the Park, or the Speakeasy
When| Post Wesker's win
Warnings/Notes| Nothing planned that way! Will edit if it comes up.
Maximus did not enjoy the downtime in the Capitol.
It wasn't that he particularly enjoyed the Arenas, either, but being in the Arena was at least vaguely familiar. Survival. Death. It was a cycle he knew and understood.
Unlike the politics. Unlike the gossip and the glamour and the giggling behind hands. Unlike the Avoxes that found their way into his rooms, unlike the women that threw themselves upon him in the street.
He spent almost all of his time either in his suites, training, meandering the park, or looking for Wyatt in the speakeasy. He actively wanted to learn more about his fellow tributes, but did that more by listening and observing than by approaching. He wanted to learn their strength of character. Wanted to know how, deep inside themselves, they felt about their adoptive city and the games that they were forced to compete in.
And the best way to learn that, however slowly it took, was to watch. And to wait.
Eventually everyone laid themselves open.
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As the bartender went to fetch his drink, Maximus couldn't help but glance over at the array of sketches in front of Chris. A couple of the faces he recognized, but most he did not.
"You draw?" He asked, when he realised he had never seen anyone in the capitol work an actually craft, beyond himself and Wyatt.
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"Picked it up for field work, helping the cops with murder cases... I'm not that great though." He had caught the man's order and chuckled. "I would have pegged you as an ale kinda guy, not wine." Taking a swig of his beer he set the bottle down holding out his hand. "I'm Chris." He hoped by a 'normal' sounding name the other large man would get he was a fellow tribute and not a local.
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"The wine reminds me of home, though I've learned the taste of ale since," He said, smiling slightly.
He glanced at the outstretched arm and grasped it by the elbow, holding firm as was the tradition in Rome.
"Maximus," He said, looking the man in the eye. The name meant nothing to him - the names in this place hardly normal - but something about him made Maximus think he was more likely to be a tribute than someone who lived in the City.
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"Where's that? Home I mean?" When Maximus grabbed his arm instead of his hand he followed in suit. "Soldier I take it, before here?" He had seen some of the European soldiers he had met while in STARS and the air force greet that way.
"Pleased to meet you Maximus." He'd wait until he knew the guy better to see about shortening that mouthful. His gaze met Maximus's though not wavering, he was curious about the man, and really despite the drink choice, the guy looked like he could take on a bear (well smallish one) and win. Chris figured better make sure they leave as friends, he'd hate to be the guy's enemy in the arena.
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"It is good to meet you. If you hadn't already mentioned your work, I would have assumed you were also in the army."
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"Well, I was ex air force... It's a branch of the military where I'm from." Because really Maximus used Rome not Italy, so Chris is figuring he's never seen a plane before. Remembering the sketch he did of the chopper from memory he pulled it out. "I flew one of these."