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thecapitol2014-12-05 08:43 pm
a_minute_younger) wrote in thecapitol2014-12-05 08:43 pm
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Rude Awakening (take 2)
WHO| Gary Epps, a good chunk of District 11, and maybe you?
WHAT| Someone died and suddenly Gary realizes that this place isn't very fun anymore. It only took him two months!
WHERE| Rooftop of the Tribute Center
WHEN| Soon after this broadcast, into the late morning.
WARNINGS| Public execution and descriptions thereof, along with standard murdergame fare.
A - just after the broadcast - CLOSED to D11
When the intro music for Panem Nightly startles Gary awake from where he fell asleep on the common area couch, he's expecting something a little more...lighthearted. The usual gossip, trends, pandering. He will admit, the anchors don't seem too troubled by what transpires, and at first Gary is almost able to convince himself that they must not be taking it seriously because it, like the Arenas, wasn't real. It's only after he wonders if the sound of the gunshot was from the television or from downstairs that he hurries to his suite and locks himself in the bathroom. He's eaten something unpleasant and he doesn't want to throw up in his room. Yes, that's why he's curled up on the tile. Everything will be okay.
In a remarkable show of patience, Gary waits until he doesn't hear anyone outside before he decides to leave. He's not sure what he needs when he goes to the elevator. Some fresh air? Probably. Is it after curfew? He's not sure he cares enough to check, but the roof should be safer than the city. Before Gary really has time to consider these things, or why he's suddenly so concerned about them in the first place, he finds himself on the rooftop gardens, pacing anxiously along the path with arms crossed and frantically rubbing his sides. Well, he's found the fresh air--but he still doesn't know what he wants. Company, Gary thinks, and yet the prospect of someone finding him terrifies him for reasons he's not quite pieced together yet. He keeps walking until he gets an idea.
Gary does not get an idea.
B - the rest of the morning - OPEN
It takes a little bit for Gary to finally calm down and actually think for a minute. He knows he wants to--needs to--talk to a lot of people, but he also knows that he can't do that just anywhere. The fact that he responded to a Lonestar post is not excused now that Lonestar is dead. And really, would anyone who saw that be interested in hearing from him so soon after his passing? Gary seriously doubts it. Maybe after the Arena. Maybe during the Arena. He'll figure something out.
In the meanwhile, Gary thinks he knows what he wants, and that's to stop thinking about all of this. Company is usually very good at helping with that; if anyone comes onto the rooftop that morning, whether or not they are expecting to find Gary here, he'll flag them down from his perch on top of a bench and try to look as relaxed and not desperate as possible. "Hey!" he calls. "Got a minute?"
WHAT| Someone died and suddenly Gary realizes that this place isn't very fun anymore. It only took him two months!
WHERE| Rooftop of the Tribute Center
WHEN| Soon after this broadcast, into the late morning.
WARNINGS| Public execution and descriptions thereof, along with standard murdergame fare.
A - just after the broadcast - CLOSED to D11
When the intro music for Panem Nightly startles Gary awake from where he fell asleep on the common area couch, he's expecting something a little more...lighthearted. The usual gossip, trends, pandering. He will admit, the anchors don't seem too troubled by what transpires, and at first Gary is almost able to convince himself that they must not be taking it seriously because it, like the Arenas, wasn't real. It's only after he wonders if the sound of the gunshot was from the television or from downstairs that he hurries to his suite and locks himself in the bathroom. He's eaten something unpleasant and he doesn't want to throw up in his room. Yes, that's why he's curled up on the tile. Everything will be okay.
In a remarkable show of patience, Gary waits until he doesn't hear anyone outside before he decides to leave. He's not sure what he needs when he goes to the elevator. Some fresh air? Probably. Is it after curfew? He's not sure he cares enough to check, but the roof should be safer than the city. Before Gary really has time to consider these things, or why he's suddenly so concerned about them in the first place, he finds himself on the rooftop gardens, pacing anxiously along the path with arms crossed and frantically rubbing his sides. Well, he's found the fresh air--but he still doesn't know what he wants. Company, Gary thinks, and yet the prospect of someone finding him terrifies him for reasons he's not quite pieced together yet. He keeps walking until he gets an idea.
Gary does not get an idea.
B - the rest of the morning - OPEN
It takes a little bit for Gary to finally calm down and actually think for a minute. He knows he wants to--needs to--talk to a lot of people, but he also knows that he can't do that just anywhere. The fact that he responded to a Lonestar post is not excused now that Lonestar is dead. And really, would anyone who saw that be interested in hearing from him so soon after his passing? Gary seriously doubts it. Maybe after the Arena. Maybe during the Arena. He'll figure something out.
In the meanwhile, Gary thinks he knows what he wants, and that's to stop thinking about all of this. Company is usually very good at helping with that; if anyone comes onto the rooftop that morning, whether or not they are expecting to find Gary here, he'll flag them down from his perch on top of a bench and try to look as relaxed and not desperate as possible. "Hey!" he calls. "Got a minute?"