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Joel ([personal profile] aintyourdad) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-09-01 07:29 pm

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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.
molotov: (exhale)

[personal profile] molotov 2014-09-27 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Is that something new?" Reviving the dead, cloning people, turning them into giant caterpillar monsters -- it's all just stuff that happens in her world. She has a hard time being anything more than annoyed with the Capitol's use of it. These guys have nothing on true super-scientists.

She doesn't move, but her eye makes a slow run from left to right, finally spotting the camera hidden in the mouth of a cutesy stuffed bloater that's lurking in the corner. "The surveillance is really the thing to look out for."
molotov: (sketch)

[personal profile] molotov 2014-09-30 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Molotov huffs out a humorless laugh, takes another sip from her bottle of gin. "Not everyone agrees," she shrugs, drawing her knees up to rest her elbows on them. "People in my world work very hard for results that are barely a fraction as good. At least here, it's like never dying at all. You don't wake up with someone else's arm stitched on where yours fell off. We can still function."

Her head leans back and rests against the shelf behind her. "If we had technology this good, I can think of people I would want back."
molotov: (sketch)

[personal profile] molotov 2014-10-01 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
She sighs, watches him for a long moment, quiet as she nurses her gin. He's right -- even if she would like her father back, it's a big 'maybe' as to whether she would actually go through with it. There was something to be said for running your own life. Even as an adult, she never would have had that freedom if he'd lived.

"I'm sorry," she finally says, turning her gaze away. "For yelling at you, before. It was my first day, I was on edge. But it really is my name. I'd show you in those books about us, but mine is just gibberish. They tried to write it in Russian."
molotov: (awesome ass)

[personal profile] molotov 2014-10-02 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Molotov tries, upon occasion, to be a mature adult. And she's pretty sure that biting someone's head off over a little tension and misunderstanding is rude, and thus deserves an apology.

She takes another drink and shrugs. "Everything about us here is lies. Sell the lies, get the sponsors, live your life in private. That's the game. Fuck, I can't go outside the tower without seeing my face on a billboard, and I hate that weird glittery liquor I signed on to shill."
molotov: (ink.)

[personal profile] molotov 2014-10-03 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Does that matter?" she asks, matching his tone. She looks around at the store, everything covered in fake filth, the grotesque monster masks, the replicas of weapons. "Do you even want to go back? I mean... my world has stupid shit, but this looks horrible."

Folding herself forward, she hugs her knees and rests her cheek on them, watching him. "Just... you just have to win. Win and go somewhere and live however you want."
molotov: (listening)

[personal profile] molotov 2014-10-03 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why do you care? If they know, then they know, and no amount of being indignant about it changes that! Don't you think they like that? That they piss you off, that you give them a reaction?" Her brow is knit, like she doesn't understand why he can't see the difference between playing the game and playing into their hands.

"They don't force us to stay here once we win. The victors used to go back to their districts, they only had to come back to be Mentors. And we have more than enough of those around. You aren't even that popular, Joel, not with the Capitolites. I doubt they'd care if you fucked off to wherever and hid forever."
molotov: (exhale)

[personal profile] molotov 2014-10-06 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Molotov makes a frustrated noise, throws her hands up and gives up on it. She takes a long drink from her bottle, wiping hard at her mouth with the sleeve of the flannel shirt, where it falls over her hand.

"Whatever. You want to convince yourself that they have something special out for you, go for it. This is all the same as what they were doing before, only now they have us, and they keep us because they can keep us alive. Haven't you read up on the past Victors? The Capitol people adore them, until they die! They love us because they can keep watching our stories, they can get invested. And if you ever plan on winning, maybe you should cater to it, because that's how you get the shit that helps keep you alive!"
molotov: (listening)

[personal profile] molotov 2014-10-06 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yeah, they care about controlling you," she says sarcastically, looking away entirely. "We aren't part of their world. There's no benefit to controlling us. And frankly, I'm a little more worried about me than I am about the people of District 6."

She waves her hand vaguely at him, putting her head down on her knees.