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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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He finally let out a breath and walked over. "Your best bet in the Arena would be to break it, and use the end. The length and weight will only hinder you, otherwise."
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She liked that idea. It seemed a lot easier than this huge thing she could barely lift.
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She put her feet in the right position again and held the spear again with a grin.
"I do be liking this one better."
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"Good. It suits you. Now, you look formidable."
He reached over and picked up a spear for himself, much more suited to his weight. "Would you like me to show you how to use it?"
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Because the sheets she was looking at weren't all that helpful.