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tushanshu2013-04-08 10:41 am
afirewithfashion) wrote in tushanshu2013-04-08 10:41 am
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[Cinna doesn’t post to the network immediately after arriving. He listens carefully to what the Kedan tell him on their journey back to his new home. He observes his sector carefully. He knows what rationing looks like. He sees the anger in the Kedan population.
How much of this is real? How much is just another illusion? It lasts longer than anything brought on by the tracker jacker venom they used to torture him, and locked in the dungeons of the Capitol, he lost any ability to tell reality from hallucination. The venom played off his memories, the worst moments of his life. His fears for the future. This place, though, this is unlike anywhere he's ever been. So there's that.
Finally, he can’t hide anymore, and he can’t wait it out. So he sits before the console and switches it to video. Although he’s anything but calm, being brought here, being tortured and murdered by Snow’s goons, he doesn’t let it show. His face is perfectly calm and pleasant. His voice is even and soothing.]
Sorry to interrupt, I won’t waste anyone’s time. I got here a few days ago, and I need a job. I work in fashion back home -- mostly costume design, but I can do hair or makeup, too, if anyone has an opening. I asked at the Kedan-owned shops, but I gather they aren’t hiring at the moment.
[Or at least not hiring foreigners. Judging by his tone, it’s clear he understands why he was turned away. It's hard to be violent against someone so even, but he knows he was lucky. He's not going to complain. He just moves on to his next option.
Finding work. It’s a nice, safe topic, not like what happened to him or why he’s here. He’ll stay with that, and keep his other thoughts to himself.
So really, it’s just another day. One beyond the days he thought he had left, but he might as well make the best of it.]
Thanks.
How much of this is real? How much is just another illusion? It lasts longer than anything brought on by the tracker jacker venom they used to torture him, and locked in the dungeons of the Capitol, he lost any ability to tell reality from hallucination. The venom played off his memories, the worst moments of his life. His fears for the future. This place, though, this is unlike anywhere he's ever been. So there's that.
Finally, he can’t hide anymore, and he can’t wait it out. So he sits before the console and switches it to video. Although he’s anything but calm, being brought here, being tortured and murdered by Snow’s goons, he doesn’t let it show. His face is perfectly calm and pleasant. His voice is even and soothing.]
Sorry to interrupt, I won’t waste anyone’s time. I got here a few days ago, and I need a job. I work in fashion back home -- mostly costume design, but I can do hair or makeup, too, if anyone has an opening. I asked at the Kedan-owned shops, but I gather they aren’t hiring at the moment.
[Or at least not hiring foreigners. Judging by his tone, it’s clear he understands why he was turned away. It's hard to be violent against someone so even, but he knows he was lucky. He's not going to complain. He just moves on to his next option.
Finding work. It’s a nice, safe topic, not like what happened to him or why he’s here. He’ll stay with that, and keep his other thoughts to himself.
So really, it’s just another day. One beyond the days he thought he had left, but he might as well make the best of it.]
Thanks.