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thecapitol2013-07-24 05:58 pm
futilecycle) wrote in thecapitol2013-07-24 05:58 pm
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Cat Planet [OPEN]
Who| Sigma Klim and YOU!
What| Sigma returns to the Capitol and celebrates his birthday with his cat.
Where| District 10 suites and the Central Commons on the main floor.
When| Middle of week 6.
Warnings/Notes| Mention of death. Horrible cat puns eventually.
Sigma made his way back to his room slowly, the first time he'd been reluctant to return from a non-permanent death. How relaxing a long, blissfully ignorant sleep would have been... The Doctor was surprised and disappointed in himself for his reaction to Eponine's slaughter, but what else could he have done? Walking away from a friend in need was not in his nature. At first Sigma considered visiting her, perhaps needing to be consoled more than she did, and then recalled he had someone else already waiting for him.
Trudging through the halls heavily, Sigma made it to his room on the tenth floor at long last. As he opened his door, a pair of shining golden eyes looked up from the entrance, where they had been seated in waiting. Nye stood and arched his back happily, greeting his master with a almost uncertain "Mew?" The noise broke Sigma from his trance, and he bent down to pet his cat, no longer a kitten, with a smile. The animal had gotten fat on the Capitol's pedigree diet, having seemingly been allowed to indulge at will the same as any other Tribute, but Sigma scooped him up happily none the less. Was it embarrassing to admit that most of all, Sigma had missed his beloved pet? Nye bunted his masters face, rubbing his head on Sigma's cheek, and the Doctor's eyes filled with tears. There was nothing more reassuring than a small animal purring into one's ear. Sigma felt ashamed to have wished to stay dead: what would they have done with Nye if he hadn't made it back?
So much had happened in the past few weeks that could not be undone. His first excruciating death in Kyle's arms, Eponine's decapitation, and then his demise at the end of a machete... He knew that R (he should never have given that boy the benefit of the doubt!) must have had a full meal, with two healthy corpses to feast from. Realizing that made Sigma nauseous, and wearily he placed Nye down on the floor and curled into the sheets of his bed, fully clothed, for the first time in a long time. He thought he might have nightmares, perhaps dream of being eaten alive or someone holding down Eponine and cutting off her head while she screamed, but just as he'd closed his eyes a familiar pitter-pat of feet thumped on the bed and Nye stuck his face in the Doctor's hair, wet nose sniffing his ear, purring as he kneaded the pillows. Sigma sighed - it was a painkiller for the soul. How good it was to have a cat...
After a brief, dreamless nap, Sigma woke up, showered, and changed clothes. He then spent a short hour amusing his feline friend, hanging one of his metal belts across the side of the bed while Nye swatted and jangled the links. He remembered disinterestedly that his birthday should have been some time during the week - Sigma checked the date. He was a little late, now, he supposed, and he didn't feel much older than when he had arrived (old age caught up to him rapidly now, so this was peculiar). But after so many weeks in the heat with little food or water, he figured he owed himself at least one good meal.
And so scooping up Bill Nye, Sigma paraded through the District 10 suite with the animal in his arms like it was no thing, eventually making his way to the first floor. If anyone higher up on the pecking order brought up a no-pets rule, well, he'd be leaving with the cat.
What| Sigma returns to the Capitol and celebrates his birthday with his cat.
Where| District 10 suites and the Central Commons on the main floor.
When| Middle of week 6.
Warnings/Notes| Mention of death. Horrible cat puns eventually.
Sigma made his way back to his room slowly, the first time he'd been reluctant to return from a non-permanent death. How relaxing a long, blissfully ignorant sleep would have been... The Doctor was surprised and disappointed in himself for his reaction to Eponine's slaughter, but what else could he have done? Walking away from a friend in need was not in his nature. At first Sigma considered visiting her, perhaps needing to be consoled more than she did, and then recalled he had someone else already waiting for him.
Trudging through the halls heavily, Sigma made it to his room on the tenth floor at long last. As he opened his door, a pair of shining golden eyes looked up from the entrance, where they had been seated in waiting. Nye stood and arched his back happily, greeting his master with a almost uncertain "Mew?" The noise broke Sigma from his trance, and he bent down to pet his cat, no longer a kitten, with a smile. The animal had gotten fat on the Capitol's pedigree diet, having seemingly been allowed to indulge at will the same as any other Tribute, but Sigma scooped him up happily none the less. Was it embarrassing to admit that most of all, Sigma had missed his beloved pet? Nye bunted his masters face, rubbing his head on Sigma's cheek, and the Doctor's eyes filled with tears. There was nothing more reassuring than a small animal purring into one's ear. Sigma felt ashamed to have wished to stay dead: what would they have done with Nye if he hadn't made it back?
So much had happened in the past few weeks that could not be undone. His first excruciating death in Kyle's arms, Eponine's decapitation, and then his demise at the end of a machete... He knew that R (he should never have given that boy the benefit of the doubt!) must have had a full meal, with two healthy corpses to feast from. Realizing that made Sigma nauseous, and wearily he placed Nye down on the floor and curled into the sheets of his bed, fully clothed, for the first time in a long time. He thought he might have nightmares, perhaps dream of being eaten alive or someone holding down Eponine and cutting off her head while she screamed, but just as he'd closed his eyes a familiar pitter-pat of feet thumped on the bed and Nye stuck his face in the Doctor's hair, wet nose sniffing his ear, purring as he kneaded the pillows. Sigma sighed - it was a painkiller for the soul. How good it was to have a cat...
After a brief, dreamless nap, Sigma woke up, showered, and changed clothes. He then spent a short hour amusing his feline friend, hanging one of his metal belts across the side of the bed while Nye swatted and jangled the links. He remembered disinterestedly that his birthday should have been some time during the week - Sigma checked the date. He was a little late, now, he supposed, and he didn't feel much older than when he had arrived (old age caught up to him rapidly now, so this was peculiar). But after so many weeks in the heat with little food or water, he figured he owed himself at least one good meal.
And so scooping up Bill Nye, Sigma paraded through the District 10 suite with the animal in his arms like it was no thing, eventually making his way to the first floor. If anyone higher up on the pecking order brought up a no-pets rule, well, he'd be leaving with the cat.
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"It's nice to meet you Sigma, I'm Shion, I like all animals, though I've spent more time round dogs. I like mice as well, and rats but cat's are nice." He petted the cat again, "I'm assigned to district four."
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Still smiling, Sigma nodded in agreement. And despite his strange way of speaking, the Doctor kept a straight face the entire time. "The same to you. I love all animals, but for whatever reason cats hold a special place in my heart. I don't believe I could continue through the Games withmeowt him, anymore." Nye closed his eyes happily as Shion scratched under his chin, oblivious to his master's mixed emotions.
Free of the shorthaired furball, Sigma brushed the cat hair from his hands onto his coat. "Well, I was going to get myself something to eat. Are you hungry? If you wouldn't mind watching him for a mewment, I could grab something fur you, as well." He didn't think the restaurant owners would be too pleased with an animal in the dining room, as willing as they were to cater to Tributes. Besides, it would bring him too much unwanted attention.
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"What are you celebrating?"
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"..What kind is your favourite?"
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He scratches Nye's ears. "None for you, little guy."
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He smiled at the cat, "I'm sure we can find you some thing to eat kitty."
okay tag schedule will now get less ridiculous haha
Sigma disappeared into the restaurants for only a minute. Nye yowled uncertainly in his absence, concerned his master might disappear 'forever' the way he had almost done during the games, but if he was comforted when Sigma returned with two slices of cherry pie, he didn't show it. Balanced on Sigma's plate was a small dish of milk that was soon placed at his feet for Nye to drink. The Doctor pulled up a chair and offered the first plate to his guest.
"Here. Thank you for sharing this with me. So, Shion, did that make you a baker, too?" Sigma said lightheartedly, continuing the conversation.
Re: okay tag schedule will now get less ridiculous haha
"Thank you," Shion said softly and shook his head, "I helped out a lot, but I worked elsewhere."
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"I had to leave my city though and live outside it and then I worked as a dog washer. Then I ended up helping running the city... so I guess I am a politician... or was before I came here."