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Who| Joel and YOU?!?!
What| Joel has found the TLOU store and isn't pleased. Alternately, Joel has found a copy of his biography and is REALLY displeased.
Where| The TLOU store; the bookstore.
When| Week 2 yo
Warnings/Notes| Cussin', possibly violence, references to body horror and torture/murder etc.
[ Option A; the TLOU store ]
He stumbles upon it early the second week. They've been scouring every shop and store - anything might have useful items, after all, and even if they don't, potential hiding spots are good to have as well. So it's a shock when he makes his way into the next shop on his list and finds -
Toy plastic gas masks. A neon colored flamethrower. Artfully tattered backpacks, bandanas, plaid shirts. Dawn of the Wolf posters.
The scowl on his face deepens as he wanders further into the shop, not liking any of this one bit but wanting to be thorough, too. And then, there they are. Ugly as sin, and even knowing they're fake, made of rubber, enough to get his heart racing a little faster - clicker masks.
[Option B; Story time ]
Later in the week, he's making the rounds and ducks into a bookstore for a breather, not expecting to find anything of interest. That is, until he picks up a book at random and sees his own goddamn name on it. It's like watching a train wreck, really - he starts flipping pages, unable to look away. The story itself doesn't bother him. Even the exaggerations, the blatant inaccuracies, the clearly biased point of view - he couldn't give two shits.
But the fact of its existence is just one more reminder that the Capitol seems to know everything about them. Things they shouldn't have any knowledge of, they know about. Enough to twist it all around to suit whatever their purpose happens to be.
There isn't much that frightens Joel, but this is kinda scary.
What| Joel has found the TLOU store and isn't pleased. Alternately, Joel has found a copy of his biography and is REALLY displeased.
Where| The TLOU store; the bookstore.
When| Week 2 yo
Warnings/Notes| Cussin', possibly violence, references to body horror and torture/murder etc.
[ Option A; the TLOU store ]
He stumbles upon it early the second week. They've been scouring every shop and store - anything might have useful items, after all, and even if they don't, potential hiding spots are good to have as well. So it's a shock when he makes his way into the next shop on his list and finds -
Toy plastic gas masks. A neon colored flamethrower. Artfully tattered backpacks, bandanas, plaid shirts. Dawn of the Wolf posters.
The scowl on his face deepens as he wanders further into the shop, not liking any of this one bit but wanting to be thorough, too. And then, there they are. Ugly as sin, and even knowing they're fake, made of rubber, enough to get his heart racing a little faster - clicker masks.
[Option B; Story time ]
Later in the week, he's making the rounds and ducks into a bookstore for a breather, not expecting to find anything of interest. That is, until he picks up a book at random and sees his own goddamn name on it. It's like watching a train wreck, really - he starts flipping pages, unable to look away. The story itself doesn't bother him. Even the exaggerations, the blatant inaccuracies, the clearly biased point of view - he couldn't give two shits.
But the fact of its existence is just one more reminder that the Capitol seems to know everything about them. Things they shouldn't have any knowledge of, they know about. Enough to twist it all around to suit whatever their purpose happens to be.
There isn't much that frightens Joel, but this is kinda scary.
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He pauses with a thoughtful look.
"I tell it better though."
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Even he can give the Capitolites some nuance, even he can understand that their own people are suffering in some ways more than him and Ellie. He doesn't particularly care that they are, but he knows it.
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Tony for the most part didn't really care about the bracelet, short of his eternal frustration of having no way to break into it anyway. But he did think that at least showing he had it meant he wasn't all that interested in leaving everyone elses blood in his wake.
He could care less if the guy trusted him or not, but having him less tense around Tony would sure be helpful.
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Wanting to free your friends from prison doesn't automatically make you a good person, or someone he can trust. Everyone has their own agenda.
"They keep us all prisoner here and act surprised when we get mad about it," he says with a shrug. "Surprised when we get mad they make us kill each other like this."
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"No one expects their prize trained fighting dog to bite them." He shrugs and then picks up a small book to play around with it in their hands. "Then they bite and the dilemma becomes 'If it bites once it can bite again, but it wins fights so should I put it down?' " Tony pauses for a moment. "Wait, nobody thinks that, they just beat the dog and make it more violent. Really it's a universal theme."
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And he doesn't want anything he says to come back and bite Tess or Ellie in the ass later.
"I doubt there's much rhyme or reason to it. We're their entertainment."
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But when they're being forced to murder people that don't deserve it, that whole need to keep restrained for their safety get's a little shaky. That and he's applying logic to the situation, that means he's not directly having a go at the capitol specifically, right?
"I think us being entertainment is the rhyme and reason." He shrugs. "Really, on a scale of Big Brother to America's got talent, I'd say being here is Jersey Shore. Painful, poorly dressed, and surprisingly orange."
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"The hell are you talkin' about? Did you get hit on the head?"
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He stuffs his hands into his hoodie's pockets and shrugs.
"I know I'm not, but then popular culture is kind of hard to escape in my world."
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He shifts his weight then tilts his head.
"Energy crisis? Fall out?... World dominating apes?"
While zombie's are in the back of his mind -They're locked in a mall after all-, Tony really doesn't even want to entertain the notion, mostly because science tells him they shouldn't work.
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Zombies wouldn't be his answer, either.
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He watches him for a moment.
"How long have you had to be here for? Because you can't be this wary and on edge just from not wanting to get rabies."
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Third, so he hadn't been here all that much longer than Tony. Which admittedly does now make him a touch more curious about how this fungal disease managed to ruin his world.
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His eyebrows furrow at the thought. It was part of a technology proposal for a testing phase to increase its viability during bone marrow work. But it was rejected for clearly not being ready for animal testing, let alone human tests.
"Well, you do have a point there at least. Doe make running things a little hard when people can't stop dying."
As sarcastic as it sounds, Tony's actually being quiet agreeable to the fact.
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He turns his nose up as he says this, because really he wouldn't actually like to be in either situation.
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And then setting those infected people loose in an arena.
He doesn't say any of that to this stranger, just shrugs and mutters, "It's all relative."
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"Well, you have a point there. So. Alone here, or have you got a dog for companionship there, I-am-Legend?"
Sure he hasn't seen the movie, but still there's a certain kind of loneliness the man encompasses that makes the movie posters image kind of appropriate right now.
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"I'm not doin' your homework for you."
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Because really, in his whole time here, Tony hasn't so much as bruised another person let alone kill them. He had so many better things to do with his time than add to the blood already on his hands from negligence.
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