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thecapitol2013-07-18 06:30 pm
pillowmania) wrote in thecapitol2013-07-18 06:30 pm
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Who| Katurian and you.
What| A neurotic, antisocial government employee goes about his routine.
Where| Inside and near three locations: Noire, Peacekeeper Headquarters, the Art Museum.
When| Throughout week 4.
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of torture, depression, PTSD. Location is tagger's choice.
Katurian doesn't like the outdoors. He doesn't like crowded areas or loud noises, doesn't soak in the garish colors of his fellow Capitolians, doesn't laugh or dance or spread gossip through pursed lips. He is a ghost in the great city of the Capitol, a practical non-entity who slips between roads and alleyways with his face down, buried away from the people around him.
There are, however, good places in this city to be a ghost.
In Noire,
What| A neurotic, antisocial government employee goes about his routine.
Where| Inside and near three locations: Noire, Peacekeeper Headquarters, the Art Museum.
When| Throughout week 4.
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of torture, depression, PTSD. Location is tagger's choice.
Katurian doesn't like the outdoors. He doesn't like crowded areas or loud noises, doesn't soak in the garish colors of his fellow Capitolians, doesn't laugh or dance or spread gossip through pursed lips. He is a ghost in the great city of the Capitol, a practical non-entity who slips between roads and alleyways with his face down, buried away from the people around him.
There are, however, good places in this city to be a ghost.
In Noire,
he hides away in the corner seats and tries to match his breathing with the people sitting next to him. This is where he lets himself cry, sometimes, but he is so good at it, such an expert that it barely makes a sound under the clatter of plates and silverware. He always orders a small meal of broth and bread. He pays a full tip.Around the Peacekeeper Headquarters,
he does not hide in the darkness, but instead in plain sight. The people who work there know why he belongs, and the people who don't can only guess what he does once he's waved through security with his government badge. Fear acts as his shield. But even if it didn't, it doesn't matter. Katurian never learned to drive in District 10, and so he needs to walk this route every single day. There is no avoiding it.In the art museum,
Katurian likes to believe that more people pay attention to the paintings than him. Noire is where he lets himself cry, but here is where he lets himself smile, the handiwork of all those dead artists embracing him like a warm blanket. He spins in the rooms when he think he's alone. He speaks to the paintings as though they're quiet, frightened animals. You are so beautiful. So sweet. Look at your brush-strokes. This is where he remembers why he's still alive.