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thecapitol2013-06-13 10:55 pm
xanthous) wrote in thecapitol2013-06-13 10:55 pm
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Who| The Psiioniic and the Signless
What| They spar! Working out all of that pent up rage and bitterness, oh yes. (Until they get broken up, anyways.)
Where| The training center.
When| A random day.
Warnings/Notes| Violence, language, improper Tribute etiquette and rule breaking.
The training center is a pretty popular place. Or at least it seems that way, but maybe people are like the Psiioniic. Maybe they're just as nervous and on edge as he is, and maybe they don't want to be a complete failure.
Though, really, it's not like he could be anything but.
He's barely changed from when he first arrived. Sure, now he can actually move like a normal person, but he's still week. His bones are still clear through his skin and he can't do the same task for very long before he gets sore, or tired. But he'll show up at the training center anyways, mostly focusing on his survival skills. Today isn't much different, and he works on setting up traps and trying to ignore the fact that he feels terribly on edge and antsy. He's irritated and frustrating, and staying in the Capitol isn't doing much good for his health.
What| They spar! Working out all of that pent up rage and bitterness, oh yes. (Until they get broken up, anyways.)
Where| The training center.
When| A random day.
Warnings/Notes| Violence, language, improper Tribute etiquette and rule breaking.
The training center is a pretty popular place. Or at least it seems that way, but maybe people are like the Psiioniic. Maybe they're just as nervous and on edge as he is, and maybe they don't want to be a complete failure.
Though, really, it's not like he could be anything but.
He's barely changed from when he first arrived. Sure, now he can actually move like a normal person, but he's still week. His bones are still clear through his skin and he can't do the same task for very long before he gets sore, or tired. But he'll show up at the training center anyways, mostly focusing on his survival skills. Today isn't much different, and he works on setting up traps and trying to ignore the fact that he feels terribly on edge and antsy. He's irritated and frustrating, and staying in the Capitol isn't doing much good for his health.
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And then he sees the Psiioniic and bristles. He could avoid this problem by going to the plant identification station instead -- he promised Peeta he'd work on that -- but, dammit, he needs to work on trapping too and he's sick of having to avoid the other troll. He pointedly kneels down next to him and starts working on a trap.
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The Psiioniic scowls, eyes narrowing as he clutches onto some of the sticks he was using. He doesn't notice he's baring his teeth, or the way his shoulders hunch up. "Do you mind?"
He's busy here, and he really, really doesn't want to deal with Signless. He'd rather avoid the troll and the emotions that he stirred for the rest of his hopefully short life.
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"I wasn't bothering you."
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He snaps the stick some more, rendering it completely unusable for a trap.
"You are bothering me."
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The 'don't flatter yourself' is intensely clear, even if he doesn't say it. He does stop any pretense of working on a trap, though, and instead just sits back to stare at the Psiioniic with an even more petulant expression than before.
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It's hard to not snarl at Signless. He might be growling a little bit, but he doesn't even notice. He just wants to shake that look off his face. "You could have waited for me to move on, too!"
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He crosses his arms across his chest.
"Fight me. Properly. And then we'll be done with it."
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He can't.
And the Signless asked for it, so he only has himself to blame as the Psiioniic launches at him, hoping he'll have enough of an advantage to knock the Signless flat.
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His immediate instinct is to bring his hands up and shove at the Psiioniic's chest as hard as he can to try and push him back. Sure, he invited the fight, even if it was just out of desperation to finally have some sort of closure when discussion wasn't an option, but he's still just not wired for actual aggression.
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Even though he really can't beat him in a competition of strength, and he ends up sprawled on the ground next to him. He should have. Thought this out better.
But he's not down for long, scrambling onto his knees and swinging a fist at the Signless. It's not a very powerful jab, but maybe he can hit a good enough spot to do some sort of damage.
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Really, what did he hope to achieve? They'll get out some aggression and frustration, certainly, but that won't make the problem go away. It's not like managing to beat the Psiioniic here will make him decide that a thousand sweeps of pain are suddenly inconsequential. But he's frustrated and he's beyond done and in an awful selfish way he doesn't care that this won't actually change much so long as he wins.
He pushes forward and tries to grab onto the other troll's (obnoxiously skinny) wrists, hoping to throw him off balance and prevent any more punches.
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Nope.
He's not going down easily. He jerks, trying his best to get out of his hold - he's physically weaker than the Signless, but he's always been weak. There had never been any point for him to work on muscle tone or anything like that, because his psionics were stronger than any troll he'd have to fight.
But now, with his normal weakness multiplied by atrophied, he's embarrassing. He can fight dirty, though, his legs flailing as he tries to get a hit to Signless' stomach or...anywhere, really. He doesn't care as long as he makes Signless hurt and let him go.
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He gives an unpretty 'oof!' as the Psiioniic's lethally sharp knee digs into his chest and winds him. Instead of releasing the other troll's wrists, though, he jerks backwards without letting go and drags the Psiioniic with him. It is intensely ungraceful. They are likely to wind up a tangled mess unless the Psiioniic does some quick thinking.
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But not when his mind is in such a confined space.
He goes rigid as he's pulled, his nose knocking right into the Signless' chest and his flailing stopping only momentarily. He struggles to get his wrists back, wriggling on top of the Signless like some sort of violet grub trying to get into it's cocoon.
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He manages to flip the Psiioniic off him and onto his back on the floor instead. He presses a knee against the Psiioniic's skinny chest, hoping to pin him, because he figures that once he gets him down there's no way he'll be strong enough to fight his way back up.
"Done?"
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He turns his head away with a wordless snarl, staring at the Peacekeepers who are standing just close enough to feel his anger. They look confused, and after a few more huffs and pants they slip away. (He hatehatehates the constant surveillance, hates how he's treated like some beast in a cage that's brought out every once in a while but as soon as he acts up he's shoved right back in. He feels like he's owned and he hates it.)
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He wants to say something about how he knows this doesn't make them even but for goodness' sake it was the last thing he could think of and can they just be done already, but he can't think of how to word it, so he doesn't say anything at all. He does hold out a hand for Psii to grab onto if he needs help sitting up, though.
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He slaps his hand away, pushing himself up with a grunt. God, he's exhausted. Slowly, he turns to Signless, eyes still narrowed in anger. "Are you happy now?" And if he could sound more bitter, it's impossible.
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"No." His voice is very, very tired, and just a little breathless. "No, I'm not. That was an awful idea."
He draws his legs up to his chest and rests his chin on his knees.
"I just couldn't think of anything else."
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But seeing the Signless looking like that? Looking so pathetic? It makes him even angrier, and he just wants to rip his face off. "Well maybe you thhould have thought about the conthequentheth, for onthe in your mitherable life. It would have thaved you a lot of time."
He can't stand up and walk away, as much as he wants to. He's too weak, and it's going to take him a moment to get enough energy for storming off.
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Nope.
There was no way it was a good idea to let black feelings into this and complicate it into an even worse clusterfuck than it already was, especially when he was certain the other troll's hate was entirely platonic, and for good reason.
"There's nothing else I could do! You won't talk to me and you won't just ignore me. It's like you want to keep doing this every time we're within ten feet of each other. It's like you're trying to bait me into it."
You could have not risen to the bait, says a helpful voice in the back of his head. You could have walked away and been the better troll about this. You're as bad as he is.
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"Maybe don't take the bait, or are you thaying you have no thelf-control?"
He talks like he's trying to show Signless that he's testing him - and maybe he is, in a way, but it's more than that. He needs to convince himself that there's a good reason for the way he keeps harassing Signless, and it's getting harder and harder to find one.