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thecapitol2012-08-02 12:05 pm
polyturtle) wrote in thecapitol2012-08-02 12:05 pm
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WHO| Don and Eliot
WHAT| Meeting somewhere
WHEN| One night before Arena 03
WHERE| ...excellent question! Somewhere in the Capitol. Probably somewhere in the apartments.
NOTES| Nothing!
It was the first time in about two days that Donatello emerged from his room.
He wasn't being reclusive. No, really. Though admittedly the celebrity that he's gotten from this world has been exhausting, but in reality, he had been doing homework. Said homework involved watching the two Arenas of the 75th Hunger Games on his television (or perhaps holovision? seemed more appropriate) - watching his fellow tributes, looking at their fighting styles, their methods for survival, their adaptability, and so on.
Don despised the whole affair, and really generally despised killing. However, he realized - much to his extreme displeasure - if he was going to persevere, he at least had to try to make an effort to not die a lot. Perhaps even win. Which meant probably killing people. At least it would get him out of the Arena, but then of course it was a question of what to do next.
He finally left the District 9 apartments around midnight, still pondering those questions. Anyone who is to find him will find him pacing around the various floors, a frown on his face.
WHAT| Meeting somewhere
WHEN| One night before Arena 03
WHERE| ...excellent question! Somewhere in the Capitol. Probably somewhere in the apartments.
NOTES| Nothing!
It was the first time in about two days that Donatello emerged from his room.
He wasn't being reclusive. No, really. Though admittedly the celebrity that he's gotten from this world has been exhausting, but in reality, he had been doing homework. Said homework involved watching the two Arenas of the 75th Hunger Games on his television (or perhaps holovision? seemed more appropriate) - watching his fellow tributes, looking at their fighting styles, their methods for survival, their adaptability, and so on.
Don despised the whole affair, and really generally despised killing. However, he realized - much to his extreme displeasure - if he was going to persevere, he at least had to try to make an effort to not die a lot. Perhaps even win. Which meant probably killing people. At least it would get him out of the Arena, but then of course it was a question of what to do next.
He finally left the District 9 apartments around midnight, still pondering those questions. Anyone who is to find him will find him pacing around the various floors, a frown on his face.
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