Dandy Mott (
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thecapitol2015-01-15 07:20 pm
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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.]
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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"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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And he doesn't stop, or even attempt to keep it down.
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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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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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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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Yeah, he's pretty smug about that.
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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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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'll politely decline the offer for playtime, I'm gonna train. See you on the flipside."
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"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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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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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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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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He could've fooled anyone with that.
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"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.
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