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thecapitol2013-06-06 10:23 pm
vissernone) wrote in thecapitol2013-06-06 10:23 pm
A Library of Tiny Books [Open]
Who| Eva and anyone
What| Eva gets herself some contraband.
Where| A sidestreet in the Capitol.
When| Today
Warnings/Notes| None
There are a few things that still bring joy into Eva's world. Old books of poetry are one of them.
They aren't easy to obtain in the Capitol, of course - all of the most incendiary pieces have been censored or 'lost' to time, and only specialty stores carry anything that isn't one of those flash in the pan best-sellers. Most books aren't even on paper these days, so Eva runs the risk of inviting prying eyes to her personal business whenever she carries one in public. Still, it's worth the effort.
She has connections in the city, though. She's had plenty of years to build them up. So she's leaving a small shop in the Capitol with a bag several pounds heavier than when she came in, wearing an outfit that seems to be made of real oversized sunflowers. It's at odds with her normal, more provocative style of dress, but any day when she has good reading material and no Tributes to watch die is a happy day indeed.
She's busy looking over her shoulder for the cameras she knows exist when she runs into you. Her bag rips open and the two treasures she's been hoarding, a book of Neruda and a book of Lorca's plays, fall onto the marble of the street.
What| Eva gets herself some contraband.
Where| A sidestreet in the Capitol.
When| Today
Warnings/Notes| None
There are a few things that still bring joy into Eva's world. Old books of poetry are one of them.
They aren't easy to obtain in the Capitol, of course - all of the most incendiary pieces have been censored or 'lost' to time, and only specialty stores carry anything that isn't one of those flash in the pan best-sellers. Most books aren't even on paper these days, so Eva runs the risk of inviting prying eyes to her personal business whenever she carries one in public. Still, it's worth the effort.
She has connections in the city, though. She's had plenty of years to build them up. So she's leaving a small shop in the Capitol with a bag several pounds heavier than when she came in, wearing an outfit that seems to be made of real oversized sunflowers. It's at odds with her normal, more provocative style of dress, but any day when she has good reading material and no Tributes to watch die is a happy day indeed.
She's busy looking over her shoulder for the cameras she knows exist when she runs into you. Her bag rips open and the two treasures she's been hoarding, a book of Neruda and a book of Lorca's plays, fall onto the marble of the street.
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A pair of turtle hands pick them up gingerly for her. Donatello leaned back up to give the woman back her books, and his eyes widened when he recognized who it was.
"Eva! Long time no..." He blinked worriedly at the stitches. "Are you all right?"
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She collects her books and stands back up.
"Oh, fine." She brushes at her hair so Don can see the injury, now just a faint line of stitches up in her hair line. "It's a fashion statement."
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Did...Don just make a quip?
He tried, at least.But he knew what that finger to the lips meant. Keep it down.[cw: Sponsors]
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"Sure." And so he did. "They've started to, yes. They're actually willing to talk to me and give me clothing now. It's...nice not to be left entirely to my devices."
Considering he never had to really wear clothing back home, save on the rare occasion. Not much, at least.
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At the mention of the 'fan club', he looked sheepish.
"I guess. I still really can't fully get over the surprise after so long. I mean...it's the exact opposite of back home."
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Eva looks genuinely concerned. At least, in a way, the Capitol has benefited by embracing uniqueness.
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Be worshiped and hunted on pain of death, or just be hunted on pain of death?