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[affluenza]

Who| Dandy Mott and YOU
What| Dandy enjoys his time in the Capitol and tries to get some good PR while he's at it.
Where| All around!
When| Throughout the week
Warnings/Notes| Nothing yet, but it's Dandy so I'll edit if anything comes up.

[1 - District 6 Suites]

[It would seem that Dandy's wish for a new toy train to replace the one he lost in the arena had been granted - unfortunately for everyone he shared a distract with. This new train - a shiny red one - came with tracks that he could put together as he pleased and a button to make the train go along them by itself.

And he's amused enough by it that he's building the tracks wherever he pleases, not really caring if they end up in some common area or another tribute's room.

Really, he's just focused on laying more track down before the train gets to the end and falls off. Hope you all like trains.]

[2 - In the Central Commons]

[Dandy sat on one of the couches in the central commons, a glass soda bottle in one hand and a half-eaten chocolate chip cookie in the other. He eyed the bar briefly, but going to a bar on his own wasn't appealing and besides, he had to watch everything he said and did when fans could be watching. Sure, he'd have some wine at parties, but he wouldn't let his judgement be impaired here.

If there was one thing that baffled him about this place, it was how many of the tributes seemed to genuinely be friends with each other. Dandy barely understood the concept of friendship as it was, but wasn't everyone here technically in competition? Wouldn't it just hurt, to have to kill your friends or watch them die?

Oh well, the more people hung up on friendship, the better chance he had of winning. He sipped his soda and stared ahead, sizing up his competition.]

[3 - At a Capitol Party]

[Dandy was desperate to cultivate his own fan base here, and he's been told that to do so he has to mingle with the people of the Capitol. So, naturally, when he received an invite to a Capitol party, he jumped at the opportunity to go.

He was dressed in a fine suit, holding a glass of red wine and joking around with a few Capitol citizens, laughing at their jokes and making sure to tell them what a lovely party it was. He used to hate these types of social gatherings, mostly because they were usually an excuse for the dull, older aristocrat types to talk about investments and the economy and other boring things, or worse, an attempt by his mother to find him a nice girl to marry and have children with. Yuck.

Now, however, lots of people wants to know more about his absolute favorite topic: himself. He doubted that he was the only tribute here so he couldn't really call himself the center of attention, but he was getting some attention and that was good enough.]

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[voiceinthephone]

There's a special level of hell reserved for those who make noise when there are people who are hung over. And, according to a very distressed Phillip, there was an exclusive torture chamber near Satan's personal throne for whoever was making this train run around the District 6 Suites.

"Freddy, kill me now..." he muttered in his pillow, pleading for the sweet release of death over having to hear the chug-chug-chug of that damnable toy train or the heavy steps of the owner walking around.

Grabbing a hoodie and sweatpants, Gray stepped out and yawned, "Mind keeping it down, sir? Some of us can hear colors." Worse, he had set up his practice time ten minutes from now. Thanks Dandy, you became today's alarm clock.

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"It doesn't have a volume setting, it's a train, not a television," Dandy said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

And he doesn't stop, or even attempt to keep it down.

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"Then can I ask why you're laying tracks..." when Phil opened his eyes, he saw the extent of Dandy's train-tracks, he was both impressed and annoyed, "Everywhere?" Oh dear Lord, Julian was probably a sweetheart compared to this man.

Okay, new approach before my brain explodes, the former guard schemed before almost tripping on the problematic toy. "Jeez , it's like stepping on a lego," he muttered before putting his best face forward, "Is there any way you can do this in the floor's common area? It'd help the rest of the Tributes rest and not damage your train. Wouldn't be a problem at all."

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"For the train to go on, of course. It'll just fall over if it's not on the tracks, haven't you ever played with one before?" he said, laying a few more pieces down, "And I don't want to move what I've already built. I'm a star, so you can all just deal with it."

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"Of course I've played with-" That last part earned Dandy a flat "What" from a clearly recovering Phil, enough for him to have the gall and say, "How are you a star? I don't even know your name." He didn't care at the moment, he'd read about it in the newspaper.

This needed coffee and like hell some man-child was getting between Gray and his mug. He grumbled something about dealing with kids on sugar rushes that were better than what he was dealing at the moment. He studied the man though: lean, kinda stuffy, would've been precocious if he was a few decades older, now it was just disturbing.

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"I'm a star in the Capitol, where they have the good sense to adore people like me," he said, "And I've never heard of you, either. I doubt the Capitol has, either. You don't seem to have a lot of star power, no offense."

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"People like you?" now the guard was annoyed as he served himself coffee, "Well then, what district are you representing? I'm District 6."

God are you there? It's Phillip...please don't let this spoiled brat of a man be in District 6. He'll do anything for someone else to have this one.

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"Obviously District 6, why else would I be here? I'm not some hooligan tramp squatting on other people's floors," he said, perhaps referring to a certain someone named Julian, "And yes, they love me. The man on the news report even copied my hairstyle."

Yeah, he's pretty smug about that.

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..."God hates me..." Phil muttered under his breath then turned to the bratty man, "Really? Well damn, what's your name then, sir?" The title of superior it would be a better instrument of negotiations. "I haven't seen the news lately." Not a lie per se, "Were you a tribute last arena?"

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"Yes, I was. My name is Dandy Mott, and you should remember that name because it's going to be big around here," he said.

And then he stopped placing tracks on the ground and stood up. But oh, Phil's pain wasn't over yet - Dandy was capable of much, much worse than intrusive train-related activity when he felt like it, and right now was one of those times.

"I am a God. I'll decide if I hate you or not."

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"Phillip Gr-The hell? You're not my god that's for damn sure," Phil rebuffed, sass into play without knowing what hell awaited him for this. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Mott. I'm going back to my room."

Mug in hand, he tried to edge back to his room, "I can try and get some training done today."

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"I doubt training will do you much good, no offense but you don't look very robust," he said, going back to his train set, "And you can call me 'sir', thanks."

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"I may not look robust but I can haul ass if I need to, sir," Phil raised an eyebrow at this assessment, "You're not that hardy yourself." Hardy was too kind a word to describe Dandy: he looked like a spoiled rotten Ken doll with a Southern twang. How did he fight in the arena, it was a mystery. Gray did flinch at the train, "Must you do that this early?"

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"Are you kidding? I have the best workout equipment money can buy. I am at my physical peak," he says, "And no, I mustn't, but I want to. You can play too, if you stop whining."

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One look at Dandy and Gray just knew the man was full of it. "I wouldn't put it past you to start crying like you did in the last Arena," he muttered under his breath. Oh he saw Dandy's breakdown last night, watching the past games. That was something to behold.

"I'll politely decline the offer for playtime, I'm gonna train. See you on the flipside."

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Dandy stared blankly for a few seconds, about to get angry about the crying comment, but then he burst out laughing.

"I get it. I get it. You're gonna train," Dandy said, pointing to his train, "Good one."

Was that an intentional joke? Probably not. But Dandy is quite easily amused for someone who claims to be bored of everything.

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Phil was stunned for a moment then laughed a little awkwardly, "Heh, you got me. I can make some pun jokes."

No, not really but it was enough to save his skin for the time being. It was that or suffer pain.

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"Well, that's the most entertaining thing you've ever done. So you better go train if you want any fans," he said, "Just don't step on the tracks on your way out."

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Gray stared for a moment and shook his head, "You don't even know me and you're being already judging my performance. Hasn't anyone told you how rude that is?"

He was mindful of the train tracks as he walked, "You can come with me, build your skills and get ready." Maybe he was on the wrong foot.

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"Everyone's getting judged here. Get used to it," Dandy said with a shrug, "And I've already been training a lot. I think training with me would make you feel bad in comparison."

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"Nah, I doubt that," Phil joked then turned tail before he spoke out of place again, "See ya later, man. Try not to get in trouble with the rest of the Tributes here, and leave the fighting to the Arena, all right?"

He said that in joking but he had yet to see just how much Dandy had burned the other District 6 roommates. Though he was damn sure that the man had problems, deep-seated problems. He muttered under his breath, "Who the hell calls themselves God?"

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"A God does, obviously," he said with an eye-roll, "And don't lecture me. I'm an adult, you know."

He could've fooled anyone with that.

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"You certainly don't act like an adult," Phil stated outright, "If you have to state that you're something, you're probably not that." Tolerance dropped to zero.

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"If I were still a child, I'd be abnormally large, don't you think? Fascinating as that would be, I assure you I'm an adult, regardless of how I act. I'm an actor, I act a lot," he said.

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"I'd rather see it in action, especially if you tidy up after yourself. As adults do," Phil suspected Dandy had trouble with such menial tasks.

"All right then, give me your best monologue, right here," the guard requested in a humoring tone. Surely Dandy wasn't that bad...was it? Oh God, he hoped it was...it'd be the best thing to happen this morning since coffee.