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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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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."
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"And if you think winnin' means you get left alone, you are dead wrong."
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"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."
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"You really got no goddamn idea, do you?" he mutters, shaking his head. "If you think this is all just a popularity contest..." Well, he doesn't feel comfortable saying anything more. Not here, where their every word is likely to be broadcast on national TV. If she thinks the Capitol would let him just "fuck off to wherever", though, she really is dumber than she looks.
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"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!"
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She waves her hand vaguely at him, putting her head down on her knees.
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Joel shakes his head at her, and turns to go. Hotheaded, she'd seemed at first. But now she's just coming across as stupid.
She'll learn. One way or another. And it's not his job to teach her.