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thecapitol2013-12-23 12:01 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-23 12:01 pm
Entry tags:
- cassandra marko,
- harley quinn,
- joan watson,
- sigma klim,
- the grand highblood,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ hsiang penny jiao,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jack atlas,
- ✘ lin mayuzumi,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ neffa a reyeth,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ rat,
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ venus dee milo
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Who| Everyone, pretty much. Particularly Secret Santa people and those Creuntus is fucking with.
What| Holiday times!
Where| The Tribute Training center
When| The whole week, but Creuntus' gifts arrive today.
Warnings/Notes| none atm. Please add any in thread headers. Also, for secret santa, if you are the giver start a thread with your giftee's name (unless you two have worked something else out between you). You can use the District threads below, or choose a different setting of your own.
Every floor public space is dripping with holiday decorations.
The decorations are themed, ridiculously so. Every surface is covered, and a table sits proudly full of holiday treats and spirits, kept stocked constantly by the avoxes. Cheerful music plays softly throughout the whole building, though luckily for everyone the Capitol doesn't really know what Christmas carols are.
Those with secret santa's have a cheery, passive-aggressive note reminding them not to disappoint anyone and ruin their holiday.
Those that have expressed a want for some object from home will find a box on their bed sometime during the day, with a merry holiday greeting from Cruentus. Inside they will find the object of their desire, or something similar, crafted from their words.
In blown glass. Pretty, decorative, utterly useless.
Bert's guns, Punchy's goggles, Sigma's music box, Maximus' leg, Mindy's knife, Terezi's dragon cane...on and on, as many gifts as Creuntus could find out. Those that were with them when they were pulled are more perfect replicas, those that they have just described obviously have an artistic touch to them.
What| Holiday times!
Where| The Tribute Training center
When| The whole week, but Creuntus' gifts arrive today.
Warnings/Notes| none atm. Please add any in thread headers. Also, for secret santa, if you are the giver start a thread with your giftee's name (unless you two have worked something else out between you). You can use the District threads below, or choose a different setting of your own.
Every floor public space is dripping with holiday decorations.
The decorations are themed, ridiculously so. Every surface is covered, and a table sits proudly full of holiday treats and spirits, kept stocked constantly by the avoxes. Cheerful music plays softly throughout the whole building, though luckily for everyone the Capitol doesn't really know what Christmas carols are.
Those with secret santa's have a cheery, passive-aggressive note reminding them not to disappoint anyone and ruin their holiday.
Those that have expressed a want for some object from home will find a box on their bed sometime during the day, with a merry holiday greeting from Cruentus. Inside they will find the object of their desire, or something similar, crafted from their words.
In blown glass. Pretty, decorative, utterly useless.
Bert's guns, Punchy's goggles, Sigma's music box, Maximus' leg, Mindy's knife, Terezi's dragon cane...on and on, as many gifts as Creuntus could find out. Those that were with them when they were pulled are more perfect replicas, those that they have just described obviously have an artistic touch to them.
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"Sometimes, yes. Yer right, I do wanna be. Yer rough an' yer rude an' I've seen ya be downright cruel... but ya say ya care about Howard. An' so do I."
And while he had his doubts as to what Eponine really felt for the boy, he knew Howard cared about her. And despite what he felt about her, his loyalty to him came first.
"Hurtin' you, would hurt him."
And maybe, just maybe. Howard was right. Maybe there was more to her than what he'd seen thus far. Maybe with some time and a guiding hand she could come back.
R had.
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"I think, perhaps, Sir, he will want you to hurt me soon." She shrugged. She knew full well that she had done a bad thing in giving him a chocolate box full of broken jewellery. But it was done now. What could she do? Perhaps she was too far gone to be saved.
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"...If yer plannin' somethin', Eponine, it's not too late to stop it. To think about what yer really doin'."
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She didn't so much as flinch at Wyatt's glare. Let him glare. Let him think her horrid. Howard would feed him a pack of lies anyway, so what did it matter?
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"Hurtin' him won't make him love ya the way he did." A tired truth. Flat and direct. "All it's gonna do, is push him further away until ya get he finally gives up. Yer gonna be alone, Eponine. An' it's gonna be yer own fault."
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His words stung her and she shivered, and wrapped her arms about her waist. It might be the truth, but it hit like the lash of her pa's belt. But she refused to show this man his tears - this man siding with Howard. Did he know what Howard called her? Would he care? She didn't think so, so there was no point in telling him. So she shrugged and turned to go.
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He left her with that, heading down the hallway to his room, shaking his head sadly as he walked away.
[OOC: Sorry about the mistakes in the last tag. D: I didn't even see them!]