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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-07-14 11:16 pm

Kevin's Crowning

Who | Everyone.
What | Kevin's Crowning
Where | An outdoor plaza, sectioned off and well guarded.
When | Starting at noon and continuing on until sunset.
Warnings/Notes | This event is mandatory for all Tributes and Victors to attend. Even if you do not tag in, your character will attend this party.

Playful signs began to pop-up all over the Tribute center in the days leading up to the crowning, advertising the mandatory nature of the event itself while also promising an afternoon of delightful festivities. All attendees were loaded onto buses and driven to the location of the picnic, with colorful t-shirts distributed upon their arrival (D1- Navy, D2- Red, D3- Grey, D4- Light blue, D5- Orange, D6- Yellow, D7- Forest green, D8- Royal blue, D9- Purple, D10- Black, D11- Lime green, D12- Hot pink, and White for any Capitol officials in attendance.) Likewise, all the attendees were given name tag stickers and then dispersed out into the plaza. All except guest of honor, Kevin, who was escorted onto the grounds dressed entirely in white and was given a large and ornate golden crown to wear.

Balloons of every color decorated the entire area . Along with picnic tables and benches, a large main stage was erected in the middle of the plaza with a microphone and a DJ, who played the same six songs on repeat. At it's center, Kevin was given a throne to sit on, so that he could preside over the picnic and enjoy his freshly prepared hamburger and french fries.

There were several small tents that ringed the edge of the stage area. Inside a few of them, you might face painters available, but the only design they would do was paint your face to look like Kevin. Anyone who had their face painted was also given an adorable construction paper crown to wear.

In other tents, a few carnival games had been set up for entertainment. There was a shooting range game where the faces of the targets changed to look like you whenever you stepped up to play, as well as skeeball and a rope ladder climb game. All the prizes were stuffed plush dolls reminiscent of famed former victors. All with Kevin's smile.

A bouncy castle that looked a shocking bit like the city hall building found in the last arena was free for anyone to play on. (Complete with fog machine!) And almost directly across the way from the castle, a caged-in area set up to be a ball-pit was also open for all to enjoy. Upon further inspection of the pit filled with thousands of plastic balls, one could clearly see how they had each been painted to look like giant, vacant black eyes.

The only two food options available to attendees were cupcakes and hotdogs. The cupcakes came with sprinkles. The hotdogs also came with sprinkles. The only beverage option was orange juice. And everyone must have a glass of orange juice, otherwise no one can ever leave.

At 2pm, Peacekeepers erected a volleyball net and the Tributes were instructed to play. Anyone who touched the net would get a slight electrical shock. Clearly it was a best to avoid the net.

As the volleyball game came to a close, several officials took the stage with a special announcement. Public polls would be open to all Capitol citizens the following morning to begin casting their votes. Who will be the next tributes to go into the next arena?! Over the next few days, the public will pick their favorites to enter a special bonus arena! Stay tuned for details!

Once the festivities were over and the Tributes were loaded back onto the buses, they would come to notice something new in the lobby of the Tribute Center. On the ceiling above them was a massive crystal chandelier, seven feet across. And it was no ordinary chandelier. It was customized beautifully, in the shape of Kevin's jagged and ever-present smile.

Beneath it, a spread of fine wine and cheeses. A man in a cream yellow suit with cream yellow hair sat at a grand piano in the corner, playing calm and pleasant melodies that might seem almost familiar to some and yet unrecognizable to anyone. Escorts seem to be in no hurry to get tributes back to their towers, and the wine continues to flow late into the night for anyone who lingers around to drink it.

Until next time, tributes. Until next time.
silberfuchs: (war face)

can't handle the ballpit jokes XD

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-07-17 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
There may be some scattered applause for politeness sake or whatever other mundane reason but Albert certainly isn't clapping. In fact he's imagining that disgusting smile of Kevin's literally splitting the man's face in half and spilling his skull and brain to a squishy pile right in the center of the stage.

Perhaps it's not completely deserved, some rational part of the German's psyche provides. Kevin was obviously not in his right mind in the arena by the end, it's clear enough in the footage, but there's no apologetic touch to his posture here, no remorse coloring any tone or word, and all Albert can see in his mind's eye is the bloodbath that ended Jet and Felicity's tours in the arena. It's not just their deaths - that's inevitable, given their situation - it's the manner of brutal, visceral, and eldritch savagery in which it was executed and the lack of any modicum of acknowledgement after the fact.

So he can't forgive Kevin.

Nor can he avoid him, it seems. The man is everywhere after his speech, or maybe it's just that Albert keeps track of him subconsciously. Either way, there comes a point when he can't keep quiet any longer, when he finds himself next to Kevin at the table of proper h'ordeuvres later in the evening at the tower.

"How do you sleep at night?" Albert mutters under his breath, voice only carrying to the eyeless man beside him.
asmilinggod: (Can't keep up with my rhythm though they)

I saw an opportunity and I took it. <3

[personal profile] asmilinggod 2014-07-18 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Kevin hasn't met Albert yet, and so he thinks very little of seeing him everywhere, largely viewing his presence as a kind of white noise. That night at the table over wine and cheese, he looks over to the stranger as he is being addressed, blinking his voids a few times. He considers the question for a moment - tilting his head as he chews and swallows his cheese, really contemplating it before finally he speaks -

"On my side. Sometimes on my tummy." He rubs his stomach in an effort to illustrate his point.

YOUR point, on the other hand, has been completely missed, Albert.
silberfuchs: (explain to you a thing)

<3! Your Kevin is amazing btw

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-07-18 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes, when his mind wandered into the existential to hide from the guilt that seems to plague him more and more the longer he's forced to fight and kill in arenas, Albert's wondered what it would be like not to have a soul. To really not care that you're the direct cause of someone else's agony. Now, he's certain he's looking that potentiality in the face.

Fully white eyes meet the black void of Kevin's eyeless expression for a moment before Albert turns back to the table and puts down the plate he'd collected a meager sampling of crackers on. He's lost his already precarious appetite. He keeps his voice a hissing quiet that doesn't carry past the two of them. "You're lucky you won. If we shared another arena, I would visit what you did to Jet and Felicity on you tenfold."
asmilinggod: (You'd think me rude but I would just sta)

Awww, thank you! =DDDD You're a great writer, yourself.

[personal profile] asmilinggod 2014-07-18 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Kevin does, in fact, have a soul.

Trouble is, in order to find it, you have to peel back layer after layer of conditioning and programming, flaying out the torture and microchips to find the listless, cynical husk of a child forced too grow too soon underneath.

He eats another piece of cheese, quirking an eyebrow at the comment.

"Oh, what a shame," he utters with something approaching pity, "I would have loved to see your performance! I suppose I'll just have to evaluate it from the sidelines, now." His voice wasn't quiet - it was conversational, as if they were talking about the weather.

"But I'm sure you would have made a valiant effort, friend. You seem like the type to give a hundred and ten percent, and I like that." Was that a flicker of malice? Hard to tell. He looks as innocent as he ever does.
silberfuchs: (wtf)

ajhdfkhalkf thank you aahhh sometimes I feel too purple

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-07-18 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not a performance!" he hisses through clenched teeth, certain that Kevin is doing this to rile him up and unable to stop himself from reacting just as is likely expected. He takes a beat to breathe in and out once slowly to collect himself, his tone falling back into an icy well of calm, something chill on the surface with frightening, unknowable depths.

"Just wait. It's entirely possible you may still get the chance someday."
asmilinggod: (Worrying don't agree!)

Naaah. <3

[personal profile] asmilinggod 2014-07-20 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, but it IS. Everything, everything is part of your personal performance," he breathes back, leaning closer for emphasis. Either he doesn't notice that Albert is riled...or he doesn't care. One way or another, there is something darker in his tone of voice, something sly, cunning.

Even if he doesn't realize Albert is angry, he's still sizing the other man up for his own reasons.

His smile is the grin of a shark.

"Goodness, I DO hope that I get to see how you work, then. It would be just sooooooo fascinating."
silberfuchs: (spooky)

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-07-22 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
It's all Albert can do not to slug Kevin in the mouth right there, but he's done enough to make Jessica and the rest of what remains of District 3 look bad. Even so his hands curl into fists and he nearly raises one before taking another deep breath and descending back into that well of deadly stillness.

"I hope you enjoyed your party." It's said deadpan, no inflection whatsoever, but somehow carries the feel of creaking ice. Face devoid of expression, Albert turns to go before he causes a scene, doing away with Kevin secretly in his mind's eye.
asmilinggod: (Is better when they're prescription!)

[personal profile] asmilinggod 2014-07-22 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Albert isn't the only one who is calm. Kevin takes a sip of wine when the other man speaks, eyes momentarily half-lidded as he savors it.

"Oh, I have - and I still am," he chirped conversationally, skating quite comfortably on that creaking ice.

When he turns to leave, the grinning Victor gives a friendly wave of parting, speaking out as if at the end of a chat with a dear friend. "See you around the tower!"

With that, he goes back to the celebration without a care in the world.
Edited 2014-07-22 22:46 (UTC)