shinyisfalse: (so I screwed that up)
Peeta Mellark ([personal profile] shinyisfalse) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2013-06-14 10:34 pm

[OPEN] What a day, what a night.

Who| Peeta and OPEN (and two threads closed for things)
What| Group meetings for damage control, a little break, and some fun.
Where| District 12 suites, Training Center lobby, and the roof.
When| The day after the interviews aired.
Warnings/Notes| Language, some cuteness. One thread is for the District 12 mentor/escort/stylist team, one thread is for Peeta and Katniss, and the other is open for anyone!

[District 12 Team]
Oh man, the interviews last night. Everything had been clearly doctored, words taken out of context and some awful pictures thrown in to make it all look like the Tributes knew what they were talking about. But while the Capitol citizens must have had a field day with it, the District teams knew there was some damage control that needed to be done. Especially for District Twelve. There were a bunch of little supposed cannibals running around, and at least one of them was theirs. There were people shown in ways that they shouldn't be, some who might not be as bloodthirsty as they were shown, or maybe not as meek. Whatever it was, though, the team could fix it. They could do this. That's why they were all sitting around the table, after making sure the other Tributes weren't around.

"So, last night was... interesting," Peeta started them off.


[Peeta and Katniss]
Once upon a time... wasn't that how all good stories went? Well, once upon a time, these two knew the other existed, but had never talked. Then they were almost killed, but they survived. Then they had to do whatever they could to survive. It always came back to survival, didn't it? Having yourself survive, having the other survive, having your family and friends survive. They always had to look happy, deliriously happy, even, at parties and in large groups. But they were happy, in their own way. There wasn't the chill that had been there before the Victory Tour, because now they were friends. Good friends, even. Good friends who helped each other out at night, trying desperately to keep away the nightmares, and not even caring about how scandalous (and adorable) their prep teams thought about it.

But ever since his talk with R, Peeta had been thinking. What was romance? How did you do it? Did you sing to someone (Peeta couldn't sing). Did you get them flowers (Peeta thought it was weird, having to buy flowers). What did you do? He thought that being with her, sitting outside on the roof, and looking up at the night sky was... well... pretty relaxing, if not romantic.

"This is nice. We haven't gotten to sit and talk in awhile."


[Open to everyone! Roof, lobby, District 12 suites]
The light of day always brought new ideas to light. Night was scary. There were too many dreams, too many things to think about as you lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, looking at the window, or hiding your head under a pillow. The softest beds and the silkiest sheets couldn't help you fall asleep, sometimes, and with your mind running wild, who wanted to lie still? But day was nice. Even on a cloudy day, the light illuminated everything, and everyone. Sure, the Capitol citizens didn't really need any illumination, but it was better to see them then to see their faces creepily illuminated by shadows.

Peeta didn't want to think about the Capitol right now. No, he wanted to have a reasonably relaxing day. He wanted to talk to people, especially the new Tributes, if any of them were around the lobby. He wanted to sketch people; all of the people. He wanted a book filled with everyone's faces, in case some of them never came back. He wanted to talk to the people he had to mentor; he wanted to know their names, their hobbies, their ideas, their friends.

And he wanted to play catch with someone on the roof. Really, that force field and a couple of pieces of fruit was one of the more entertaining things this city had to offer.
likewhatilike: (frowns)

Lobby

[personal profile] likewhatilike 2013-06-15 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Mickey is pretty sure that this guy is staring at him and it's getting on his last nerve. He's not some circus animal or whatever. Honestly he wants to ignore it and move on but Mickey was never that good at avoiding confrontation.

"The fuck you lookin' at?"
likewhatilike: (bite lip)

[personal profile] likewhatilike 2013-06-17 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks down at Peeta's hand and scowls at it. People actually shook hands when they introduced themselves? All he can think of is that it seems like a really easy way to get yourself stabbed.

"Should I care?"
likewhatilike: (frowns)

[personal profile] likewhatilike 2013-06-20 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do whatever the fuck you want, usually when people stare at me like that they're gonna jump me or some shit."

He thinks art is pretty gay and therefore will stay away from it, a pretty simple thought process for him.
likewhatilike: (thumbed lip)

[personal profile] likewhatilike 2013-06-25 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't like being laughed at but amazingly he restrains himself. He swipes his thumb across his bottom lip and scoffs.

"Rather be in there than out here."

Fighting makes more sense to him than popularity does.
likewhatilike: (alone)

[personal profile] likewhatilike 2013-06-27 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Two. Apparently it's fucking wealthy or some shit. S'not like I care, rather live in some shithole anyway, those make more sense." When you don't have money or security people seem more real. He may not like people but he does appreciate the type of honesty that comes with being a crook.

He snorts, "In your fucking dreams, people will never like me."