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thecapitol2013-08-07 07:50 am
mediumdrip) wrote in thecapitol2013-08-07 07:50 am
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indisposed in disguise
Who| Blaine and OPEN
What| Blaine lost three good friends (Diana, Atticus and Lottie), watched his own body rot away, and was killed a little more violently this time around. He's not okay in the head but he'll be damned if he lets you know that. Too bad his mask might be cracking.
Where| Tribute Tower. Three settings; District 2 Suites, Boxing Area in Training Center and Common Mess Hall
When| Final week of the Arena
Warnings/Notes| Blaine's a little broken. I'll add warnings as needed.
[District 2 Suites]
When Blaine woke up he took a shower and paid extra attention to his hair. The movements of the comb as he flattened out his curls was almost therapeutic. Each time he slid it's teeth through the black strands he felt himself getting a little more control. There were dark circles under his eyes, but he knew how to use the products of the Capitol by now and it was surprisingly easy to cover them up.
He had been back in the Capitol long enough now to know that he couldn't find Lottie, Atticus or Diana. He knew sometimes people didn't come back because he had seen posts on the network about it before. He had convinced himself that it wouldn't happen to the people that he knew though. They couldn't be among the unlucky. Diana had been a sure win for Victory. Lottie was popular because she was so flirty and fun. He and Atticus could play up their matching faces for the camera, and hadn't the werewolf and Kurt provided enough heartbreaking entertainment for the way that they stuck together? What did these Capitol people even want if it wasn't a good show?
It hurt to think about that, so instead he focused on his hair. He flattened it until it was stuck to his hair, all hint of curls hidden away. He couldn't look like Atticus right now because that hurt too.
He gathered up work out clothes and folded them carefully into a duffel bag before leaving his room. A cheerful enough expression was plastered onto his face as he walked through the Suite. He planned to get to the Training Center as quickly as possible, but he also did his best to not seem opposed to the idea of stopping and taking to his Suite mates.
[Boxing in Training Center]
He didn't eat breakfast. Instead he went right down to the Training Center. The gel here was even better than the stuff back home as he could work out and sweat without a single curl breaking free. He supposed he ought to be grateful for that, just as much as he should be for finally becoming a star.
He picked out a bag and wrapped his hands in tape before he started to hit it. Each time he let a fist land against the bag he considered all of the things the Capitol would expect him to be grateful about.
Hair gel. Good food. Clothing. His face on TV.
The honor of being killed for their entertainment.
His face was focused entirely on the bag as he pounded away at it, imagining himself with the ability to push each of those things away.
[Common Mess Hall]
After working out, Blaine really needed to eat something. He had been careful to clean himself up and was dressed as impeccably as ever. He sat with his back to the screens, not wanting to watch any more death. It was surprisingly hard, as they seemed to want to display the Games everywhere.
It probably would have been smarter to eat in his room, but he still was holding out the hope that he'd see one of his missing friends.
What| Blaine lost three good friends (Diana, Atticus and Lottie), watched his own body rot away, and was killed a little more violently this time around. He's not okay in the head but he'll be damned if he lets you know that. Too bad his mask might be cracking.
Where| Tribute Tower. Three settings; District 2 Suites, Boxing Area in Training Center and Common Mess Hall
When| Final week of the Arena
Warnings/Notes| Blaine's a little broken. I'll add warnings as needed.
[District 2 Suites]
When Blaine woke up he took a shower and paid extra attention to his hair. The movements of the comb as he flattened out his curls was almost therapeutic. Each time he slid it's teeth through the black strands he felt himself getting a little more control. There were dark circles under his eyes, but he knew how to use the products of the Capitol by now and it was surprisingly easy to cover them up.
He had been back in the Capitol long enough now to know that he couldn't find Lottie, Atticus or Diana. He knew sometimes people didn't come back because he had seen posts on the network about it before. He had convinced himself that it wouldn't happen to the people that he knew though. They couldn't be among the unlucky. Diana had been a sure win for Victory. Lottie was popular because she was so flirty and fun. He and Atticus could play up their matching faces for the camera, and hadn't the werewolf and Kurt provided enough heartbreaking entertainment for the way that they stuck together? What did these Capitol people even want if it wasn't a good show?
It hurt to think about that, so instead he focused on his hair. He flattened it until it was stuck to his hair, all hint of curls hidden away. He couldn't look like Atticus right now because that hurt too.
He gathered up work out clothes and folded them carefully into a duffel bag before leaving his room. A cheerful enough expression was plastered onto his face as he walked through the Suite. He planned to get to the Training Center as quickly as possible, but he also did his best to not seem opposed to the idea of stopping and taking to his Suite mates.
[Boxing in Training Center]
He didn't eat breakfast. Instead he went right down to the Training Center. The gel here was even better than the stuff back home as he could work out and sweat without a single curl breaking free. He supposed he ought to be grateful for that, just as much as he should be for finally becoming a star.
He picked out a bag and wrapped his hands in tape before he started to hit it. Each time he let a fist land against the bag he considered all of the things the Capitol would expect him to be grateful about.
Hair gel. Good food. Clothing. His face on TV.
The honor of being killed for their entertainment.
His face was focused entirely on the bag as he pounded away at it, imagining himself with the ability to push each of those things away.
[Common Mess Hall]
After working out, Blaine really needed to eat something. He had been careful to clean himself up and was dressed as impeccably as ever. He sat with his back to the screens, not wanting to watch any more death. It was surprisingly hard, as they seemed to want to display the Games everywhere.
It probably would have been smarter to eat in his room, but he still was holding out the hope that he'd see one of his missing friends.
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"Might as well fight fire with fire, or whatever they say." She'd never understood that phrase but fighting scary with more scary actually seemed to make sense.
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It was sad that they were kids and had to think about it, but Blaine didn't dwell too much on it. It would just add to the dark pit already forming in his stomach. "So how did you come to get feelings for her? Is scary just your thing?" he teased a bit, hoping that she'd know he didn't mean that part seriously.
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"I just...well we hung out alot. And because I started teaching her about like...you know stuff. Ice cream and TV and elevators and whatever. We became friends. She took care of me in the last arena when a beartrap crushed my leg.
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"Maybe, but if it is she never shows it. She loves her work and is really proud of it. She even tried to teach me some tricks for getting rid of pain." Tricks that she was still practicing at night before bed. She never wanted to know pain like that bear trap ever again. But it was so hard to give up everything she loved to the storm that Pruna had taught her to imagine in her head.
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"I better not. It was like, a big deal to her to be sharing that stuff with me. I wouldn't want to spread it anymore then the TV already has...probably."
Besides, she didn't think Blaine would have any easier a time giving up everything he loved to ignore the pain.
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"Thanks, I guess I'm still trying to figure all this out." Which was obvious since she had come to him for advice.
"I've never really had like...a best friend before." She confessed. So having a girlfriend was obviously leaps and bounds ahead of her experience.
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"Better or worse then high school?"
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"You're a nice guy, you know that? Too nice for this place." She honestly wished that he was anywhere but here stuck with her.
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"Geeze, at this rate it's gonna sound like we deserve this." She pointed at him. "I don't know how we got here but it's your fault."
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He frowned a bit. "I know this isn't my fault but I still... I still it rather me be than someone I love."
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"But how would your loved ones feel if they kept living because you got turfed?"
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"Thanks for the help, if I have more questions about gay you can help?" She felt like she was only just starting to get an idea of what she was supposed to be doing.
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