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thecapitol2014-10-06 06:10 pm
pitchlisted) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-06 06:10 pm
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Too long I've been out here on my own [OPEN]
Who| Edea Lee and all of you lovely people!
What| A Peacekeeper prodigy returns to the Capitol and gets reacquainted
Where| All over the Capitol
When| All this week
Warnings/Notes| None so far!
Prompt A - Open
Edea patrols the Capitol for most of her first week back in it, not in the typical, featureless Peacekeeper uniform but nevertheless recognizable in her manner and dress as military at a glance. It'll be her one chance to do it before the official news comes out; she wants to see what things are like on the ground, without her position coloring things. Not that the Peacekeepers here aren't still going to be intimidated by her anyway - her father's a legend and she's a prodigy, of course they'll know her - but a little intimidation's good for them. A lot of intimidation is better, honestly, but baby steps.
She's all over the city, those first days. With the Capitolites she says hello and does her best to make them feel nice and comfortable; the Peacekeepers she asks casual but pointed questions of, and sometimes accompanies for a bit on their patrols in part for the entertainment value of seeing them sweat; the Tributes she attempts to put at ease, but knows that for a lot of them she'll probably fail. That's all right.
Any fights she sees she breaks up immediately; any episodes of Peacekeeper bullying she puts down the instant she gets there, whether with harsh words or a harsh hit. The more people associate her with safety and assistance, the better, right? That's what she's here for in any case.
Prompt B - Justine
It never goes amiss talking to someone who knows the situation firsthand. The Capitol's like a pressure cooker, and Edea can easily see it's starting to boil over. She's not too broken up about it, but she's still got a job to do, and hopefully to do well. And the linchpin of this whole disaster waiting to happen is the Tributes; anyone can see they're the focus, between their own resentment and the way the Capitol's affixed so much of its politics to how they're perceived.
Who better to ask than their doctor? She's met Justine once or twice, through acquaintances in the Capitol nightlife, but doesn't really know the woman beyond her name. Still, she saunters in as comfortably as if they're old friends. She's sure Justine has been told that she's coming to the Capitol and the reason for her presence here, although it's not been publicly announced yet.
"Hope you don't mind that I didn't make an appointment, but I'm not exactly a patient. Mind if I pick your brain a little while? From what I hear, it sounds like our imports are quite a handful."
Prompt C - Cyrus
This man, Cyrus Reagan, Edea's never met. But she knows of him. Of course she does, everyone knows who the Reagans are. Cyrus has a reputation among the Capitol bureaucracy about as luminous as she has among the Peacekeepers, and now he's working on trying to keep the Tributes happy. That by itself just speaks to how badly the Capitol's bitten off more than it can chew in the Neverending Quell. Tributes and Victors have always been celebrated, always a focus, but they've never been a security threat to be appeased or neutralized before.
It'll be interesting to get his perspective on the situation. And she knows she's expected to make the visit, besides; Peacekeepers are expected to pay at least lip service to the officials calling the shots wherever they are, but especially here. And making his acquaintance could prove illuminating down the road in any case. Besides, Edea's a friendly girl, and her job is to make friends here.
So she smiles nice and bright as she shows herself into his office, closing the door behind her and settling into the chair across from him like she owns it. "Hey there! You'd be Cyrus, correct? I'm Edea Lee." She can't help that proud hint in her posture as she says her name; she's proud of being a Lee, of being heir to her father's legacy. "They tell me you were briefed on my arrival and my new position, so I figured there would be no need for formalities."
She crosses her legs and leans in, her eyes fixed on his. "So. The situation with the Tributes being what it is lately, it seems to me you're a good person to talk to on how to proceed with my job, considering how much they're in the public consciousness these days. Care to share your notes?"
What| A Peacekeeper prodigy returns to the Capitol and gets reacquainted
Where| All over the Capitol
When| All this week
Warnings/Notes| None so far!
Prompt A - Open
Edea patrols the Capitol for most of her first week back in it, not in the typical, featureless Peacekeeper uniform but nevertheless recognizable in her manner and dress as military at a glance. It'll be her one chance to do it before the official news comes out; she wants to see what things are like on the ground, without her position coloring things. Not that the Peacekeepers here aren't still going to be intimidated by her anyway - her father's a legend and she's a prodigy, of course they'll know her - but a little intimidation's good for them. A lot of intimidation is better, honestly, but baby steps.
She's all over the city, those first days. With the Capitolites she says hello and does her best to make them feel nice and comfortable; the Peacekeepers she asks casual but pointed questions of, and sometimes accompanies for a bit on their patrols in part for the entertainment value of seeing them sweat; the Tributes she attempts to put at ease, but knows that for a lot of them she'll probably fail. That's all right.
Any fights she sees she breaks up immediately; any episodes of Peacekeeper bullying she puts down the instant she gets there, whether with harsh words or a harsh hit. The more people associate her with safety and assistance, the better, right? That's what she's here for in any case.
Prompt B - Justine
It never goes amiss talking to someone who knows the situation firsthand. The Capitol's like a pressure cooker, and Edea can easily see it's starting to boil over. She's not too broken up about it, but she's still got a job to do, and hopefully to do well. And the linchpin of this whole disaster waiting to happen is the Tributes; anyone can see they're the focus, between their own resentment and the way the Capitol's affixed so much of its politics to how they're perceived.
Who better to ask than their doctor? She's met Justine once or twice, through acquaintances in the Capitol nightlife, but doesn't really know the woman beyond her name. Still, she saunters in as comfortably as if they're old friends. She's sure Justine has been told that she's coming to the Capitol and the reason for her presence here, although it's not been publicly announced yet.
"Hope you don't mind that I didn't make an appointment, but I'm not exactly a patient. Mind if I pick your brain a little while? From what I hear, it sounds like our imports are quite a handful."
Prompt C - Cyrus
This man, Cyrus Reagan, Edea's never met. But she knows of him. Of course she does, everyone knows who the Reagans are. Cyrus has a reputation among the Capitol bureaucracy about as luminous as she has among the Peacekeepers, and now he's working on trying to keep the Tributes happy. That by itself just speaks to how badly the Capitol's bitten off more than it can chew in the Neverending Quell. Tributes and Victors have always been celebrated, always a focus, but they've never been a security threat to be appeased or neutralized before.
It'll be interesting to get his perspective on the situation. And she knows she's expected to make the visit, besides; Peacekeepers are expected to pay at least lip service to the officials calling the shots wherever they are, but especially here. And making his acquaintance could prove illuminating down the road in any case. Besides, Edea's a friendly girl, and her job is to make friends here.
So she smiles nice and bright as she shows herself into his office, closing the door behind her and settling into the chair across from him like she owns it. "Hey there! You'd be Cyrus, correct? I'm Edea Lee." She can't help that proud hint in her posture as she says her name; she's proud of being a Lee, of being heir to her father's legacy. "They tell me you were briefed on my arrival and my new position, so I figured there would be no need for formalities."
She crosses her legs and leans in, her eyes fixed on his. "So. The situation with the Tributes being what it is lately, it seems to me you're a good person to talk to on how to proceed with my job, considering how much they're in the public consciousness these days. Care to share your notes?"
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"Sorry," she calls lightly, reaching out to tap the woman on the shoulder. "I just have to tell you, your boots are gorgeous."
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"Thanks," she says brightly, resting a hand on her hip as she cocks it to the side. "I had them made custom, but I've hardly even gotten to wear them yet. Always good to know I'm still on the cutting edge of fashion."
She looks the stranger up and down and whistles softly. "You're looking pretty good yourself, you know. What's your name, cutie?"
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She smiles. "Of course." Edea Lee has always been a fashionista, everybody knows that. "Welcome back to the Capitol, by the way."
And then the younger woman is actually complimenting her, and even though she's used to being complimented, it still throws her off her guard. "Well, thank you, that's so sweet. I'm Porrim. Maryam," she adds, holding out her hand.
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"It's good to be back," she replies. "Don't get me wrong, my duty is its own reward, but they just don't have much in the way of good taste out in the Districts, poor things." She laughs as if the poor state of the Districts makes her amused instead of furious.
"So tell me, Porrim, what's going on lately? What's the newest gossip? How do you like the new Tributes?"
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The woman hums softly at Edea's questions. "Well, you missed quite a stir during the Arena, I'm sure you heard. Blackouts everywhere. Vandalism, the whole nine yards. But now that the Arena's over, things appear to have calmed down. Ooh," she remembers suddenly, "one of my coworkers--I'm an escort, you see--was caught slinking out of .infinity the other night wearing nothing but a lacy red thong." She rolls her eyes, but it's clear that such gossip is positively titillating.
"As far as the new Tributes go, well, they're certainly a change from how things used to be. And some of them are rather stunning, I have to say."
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Not that she can necessarily vouch for their personalities, but she does hold a good deal of sympathy for them nonetheless. "Not that it's professional of me to say so."
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She glances over at the shopping bags. "I can help you carry those, you know. And I'll be happy to show you back to wherever you're taking them. I don't actually have any official duties for the next few days, so I've got time to kill."
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She glances down at her bags. "Oh! If you'd like--that's so nice of you." Her tone is more than a little flirty, even if she feels vaguely like a cradle-robber for that fact. "I was actually headed back to my flat."