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[gamemakers]

Who| Everyone
What| The Capitols oh so exclusive interviews~!
Where| Primarily the common areas, but the interviews would be on every TV everywhere.
When| This evening, at 6 pm sharp
Notes| Use this post to ICly react to the interviews (if you don't make plans of your own!)

The advertisements hit hard today. Tune in at 6 o'clock, you won't want to miss this special! Everywhere a person could look, it was there, and the city was clearly excited for whatever this mystery event was.

As if that wasn't enough, escorts were encouraging Tributes to be in the commons, and a small feast of finger foods was laid out along one wall, extra avoxes available for drinks.

And, as promised, at 6 pm sharp, all the TVs flickered to the ever flashy Caesar, on an equally flashy tabloid-tastick reality style "interview" of the tributes. All the TVs in the common area light up with it, as well as the Districts suites, even if the TV had been off before.

Hope you all enjoy your dose of fame!

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[president_evil]

For all the twisting and conniving, for all the outright lies, Wesker still came out looking like the champion he was. The Capitol's favorite son, if only for the moment.

But even if he'd hadn't, he still would have found satisfaction in what they'd done to Aunamee. Oh, he didn't doubt for a moment that they'd put those - so very kind - words in his mouth and it was delicious.

Watching his continued humiliation was one of Wesker's newest favorite sports.

At the back of the lounge, while his fellows threw their quite little fits (or not so quiet, in a few spectacular cases), he poured himself a glass of wine - a bloody red - and smiled to himself.

[savedbyasong]

Shion had moved to the back of the room, half to get out of the way of everyone and half because he was seriously considering the wine. Despite the one time he'd ever had wine Rat had banned him from ever touching it again.

When he saw who was stood there though he froze, like a rabbit in headlights and wished he had just stayed sitting down.

[president_evil]

Had he carried on about his business, Wesker likely wouldn't have paid the man any mind, but the blatant reaction was like blood in the water.

His head turned pointedly, white bands of light shining off the dark lenses of his glasses, and he smiled, a slow display of teeth as he nodded toward the wine bottle.

"Do help yourself."

Honestly he could care less whether the man took any, but watching him work up the courage to try was delightfully amusing.

[savedbyasong]

"Oh... um..." Yes wine. That's what he was here for, he stood for a few moments looking like he had zoned out completely, which he had, before taking two determined steps forward and pouring a glass of wine.

"Thank you."

[president_evil]

Watching him pour, Wesker recognized him as the man who'd called him strong, and brutal.

It was perhaps the only honest statement in the entire broadcast, whether or not he'd meant it to be.

"Tell me, did you mean what you said?" he asked casually, expression cool, wondering if the man would admit to it.

[savedbyasong]

Shion took the glass with shaking hands and took a mouthful, though he jumped at the question. Breathing, breathing was a good thing. "Yes... I mean no... I did. But that wasn't the question they asked."

[president_evil]

"I see."

Interesting.

Another slow smile. No teeth this time, just a curling of the mouth as blood-red wine swirled gently in his glass.

"What did they ask, if you don't mind."

[marcato]

They were trying to ruin him.

It wasn't paranoia if it was true, and this was true. Aunamee knew that they could have portrayed him as far more graceful, far more powerful and worth fearing, but they didn't. They twisted his words into self-mockery and weakness. They did this because they knew it would make him angry. They did this because they were trying to ruin him.

It took him several moments after the broadcast to collect himself, his wide eyes focusing on walls, the ground, the clear white wine in his glass. Once his shoulders lost their rigidity and his eyes lost their internal fire, he looked around the room until he found Wesker.

He smiled, razor-sharp. And then he approached.

[president_evil]

Ahh. The man of the hour, as it were.

Wine swirling delicately just beneath his nose, he watched Aunamee slither through the crowd, poison smile leading the way.

"I'm flattered, Mr. Aunamee," he mused, that same soft, silken voice, his mouth curling above the rim of his glass. He knew - knew what they'd done to him - and he found it hilarious. "I truly had no idea."

[marcato]

But Aunamee didn't say anything -- at least not at first. In a way, silence was power, a brilliant shield that folded all around him and made him safe and strong once more. In his silence, he circled Wesker with lazy steps and imagined himself as a god rounding the constellations.

"Maybe," he finally said, "I do owe you an ounce of gratitude."

He stopped halfway around the circle, raising his arm to lean against the nearby wall. With his other hand, he sipped his white wine. Red on white. Messy over clean.

"In a less conventional sense, of course."

[president_evil]

Wesker didn't need to pretend himself a god, he was one. Even here, with the full breadth of his power beyond him, he knew it was still there, locked away in the blood rushing through his veins.

The evidence was in the whisper of Aunamee's heartbeat, in the scent of the clear white wine the man sipped at. Gifts, from the virus swimming in his cells, a reminder that he had been chosen.

And that it was only a matter of time before they all learned it.

He sat at ease as Aunamee stalked around him, untroubled to have the man at his back, and waited for him to circle back into sight before turning his head to look at him.

"Gratitude isn't necessary," he drawled. "Winning was my pleasure." His head tipped, lights shining off his glasses and pale hair. "Making your next arena that much easier as a result was inconsequential."

[marcato]

Aunamee never looked as healthy as he did when he first arrived in Panem. His skin had been marred with worry and sleeplessness, his tongue had been dried with thirst, his stomach had been cramped from hunger. He looked even worse these days with the half-healed wound in his chest and the threat of mortality reflecting in his eyes.

"It's more that you've opened my eyes," he said, extending an arm towards Wesker's face, slow like an unwinding snake. Less than a foot from those thick, dark shades, he drew his hand horizontally through the air as though he were wiping dust from a windshield.

"Although you," he started, his brow furrowing, the faintest tinge of anxiety in his lips, "remain a man of mystery."

[president_evil]

Behind the dark lenses, the serpentine eyes narrowed, but his face remained impassive. As cool and unreadable as Aunamee claimed.

"As they say, Mr. Aunamee," he stared across at Aunamee, a king at his throne despite the simple table, the ruckus around them. "Knowledge is power."

And he was nothing, if not a powerful man.

[undercoverprincess]

Could they make their current champion look bad? Cindy thought that it was probably bad form to do that. After all, he'd just survived everything they, and the other tributes, could throw at him. It didn't matter whether he was a creepy son-of-a-bitch, he was still a winner. And even worse, he was a winner for her district, which meant he was now a mentor.

She'd been close to some skeevy men, but that didn't mean she enjoyed it. However, Cindy walked over, a glass of champagne in her hand, which she took a sip of. Liquid courage, maybe?

"Looks like if they ever find a desert island, you'll have plenty of people fighting for the chance to go to it with you."

[president_evil]

"So it would seem," Wesker mused dryly, head tipping slightly as he glanced over at her from the corner of his dark glasses, red and gold flashing from under the lenses. "Though I would hope I would get a vote in the matter as well."

[undercoverprincess]

"Not letting you have a vote would just be downright foolish," Cindy grinned. "So what do you think? Is this whole TV stunt going to change some of the viewers' minds? You are going to be the one talking to them, after all, I want to make sure you know what you're going to be doing when I'm in there and you're out here."

[president_evil]

"Some undoubtedly will be," he allowed, exhaling heavily through his nose. "But in some cases, that wouldn't be a bad thing."

He slanted her a look, an amused smirk. "They haven't all made such a favorable first impression as you."

[undercoverprincess]

"That's what I was thinking. Here those... whatever they are, the kids with the horns, they're freaking about the whole cannibal thing, right? Well, from my way of looking at it, that's just going to be the new fad in this place." Cindy did little quotation marks with her fingers. "Faux Cannibals."

She gave him a smirk in response. "Looks like I should just keep talking about fast food, and I'm in the clear."

[president_evil]

"And really, would it be so unfortunate if they truly were?" he mused, head tipping in the direction of the rag-tag gaggle in question. "They wouldn't be the first, and the promise that they might kill and eat their competitors might actually afford them some attention in the arena."

It'd worked for him, after all.

Because he misses the cr and hateship.

[big_badass_hero]

Chris glares at Wesker a moment. Though he's glad his footage didn't make it into the interviews, he must not have been deemed entertaining enough.

"Like being the lapdog, Wesker?"

[president_evil]

"As opposed to being the mangy stray?" Wesker fired back smoothly without missing a beat.

His night wouldn't be complete without Chris and his tired attempts at wit.

[big_badass_hero]

"At least strays aren't lackies."

Hey he has some logic somewhere in there! Maybe....

[president_evil]

The pale head turned, head tipped patronizingly.

"Don't forget to sit up and beg when you're in the arena, Chris," he drawled. "You know how they like a show."

[big_badass_hero]

"How about I just carve 'FU Wes' into a tree, Wonder if they'd show the message?"

[president_evil]

His tongue clucked lightly, amused.

"Now, now, don't bite the hand that feeds you. The rude don't get presents."