thecapitol | New kind of victory.

New kind of victory.

Who| Everyone on the District Tours.
What| The Celebration dinners for all the Districts.
Where| Specified in thread.
When| The second night they are there.
Warnings/Notes| Find your district below. Leave any questions here. And please add any needed warning into your subject line when appropriate.

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She could. She could stab him in the back once they got into the arena. It's not as if she'd never done that before. But if she likes someone well enough, she's had a history of not killing them in the arena. Though, she has been there to hold her friend's hands as they died, so maybe she was just bad luck.

His odds were an even 50/50. "You know, I do think you're an open book." She smiled. "That's pretty refreshing, you know. Not everyone here can say they are an open book." She reached out to take his hand, and then pulled away, leaving a plum there.

"These are really good, you should try them." Her smile gave way to a smirk.

Courfeyrac stared at the plum in his palm for several long seconds before popping the fruit into his mouth. Hanging on her every word in spite of himself, he ate the fruit and admired her thoughtfully.

"Exceptional. I have never tasted one quite like it." His mind wandered back to his friends then, to Enjolras and Marius and the important warnings they'd attached to everything. They were constantly being scrutinized. It was dangerous to reveal too much of oneself. There were spies around and no one could truly be trusted, not even other Tributes. It was foolish of him to open himself up to a total stranger, but he felt like he knew Cindy. She was dangerous and in control, and she was more like he was than any other woman he'd ever met in his life. He wanted to know her. He wanted to know everything, not at the expense of his friends but in addition to it. Was that really so bad? Was he out of line for that.

"But you are not an open book are you, mademoiselle. I do not blame you, certainly. Every lady is entitled to her secrets." He risked another smile, grabbing another plum for himself. "However, I should like to know all about you as well. Talking all about myself would be exceedingly tiresome."

She had such a good retort in mind for right then. Something about being an open book, just go to the library and look up a certain fairy tale book. It was all right there. Even though it really wasn't, but it wouldn't be a good retort if you said one thing and then went on to say 'just kidding, not really'.

"But it wouldn't be that tiresome to hear it." Cindy went back to a smile, her expressions shifting as fast as she thought of them. Lying required skill, but telling the truth required strength.

"I grew up in a place about as big as this. A small town, ruled under a monarchy. But the town was nice. Nicer then this, but just as small." She looked at the window. "I think that's why I like cities. The bigger the better."

"Then you are not an American?" The question was perhaps a stupid one, but he did not know any better. She had said she lived in New York, so he had come to that conclusion on his own. He really did have a lot to learn about... well, everything. Especially about Cindy, though. "Is your town anyplace I would have heard of?" He imagined a duchy of some kind. Someplace cozy and quaint, far removed from the rest of society, almost like a fairytale.

Deciding that he should indulge her by any means necessary, he gave her a bit more about himself. "I myself am from the country, though I was sent off to school in Paris when I was a boy. That is what is customary for men like me. My family is rich, so they sent their son far, far away to learn the letters and become cultured. Once I arrived in Paris, I did not look back."

He reached for something else on the table then, a handful of figs. He had never been as fond of them as he was of other fruits, but it would be a sin not to try everything. Eyebrows raised in a questioning expression, he offered one to Cindy as well.

"I'm an American." Cindy said with some strength behind it. It didn't matter if she was from a fictional town in the Homelands, or whatever. She'd immigrated here just the same as every other Fable. So they all were Americans, through the ages.

She took her time, listening to him intently as she picked up a glass of wine to have something to drink. Deep and dark, much like the color. She liked the color.

"Sending kids off to boarding school isn't that rare anymore, where I'm from." Grinning, she took one, looking at the fig. "I had some schooling, but it as once I was grown up, that I was able to get some more formal training."

The particular details of what made her an American or not would have been lost on Courfeyrac. His own sense of national pride was intertwined with his ethnicity to the point that he sometimes found it difficult to understand how one could become so attached to a place that held no ancestral ties. He'd have been curious to ask Cindy about how she came to America, but their friendship was just in its infancy. There would be plenty of time for him to ask to hear the story in the future.

"It sounds to me as though you have led a fascinating life, Miss Cindy." He ate the fig mindlessly, not caring to consider the flavor. It was a distraction from his other senses right now. It was distracting him from her. Though, if one were to get technical about it, Cindy herself was perhaps the most distracting thing in the room.

The room seemed to be getting a bit more crowded then, and Courfeyrac wondered if perhaps they should move along. There were other places to see, places which he hoped would not involve the two of them becoming crushed by the crowd of eager party guests. Offering her his arm again, he gestured to the exit. "Perhaps it is best if we move along. The evening is young and there are places to see besides this little room." His eyes fell to the windows across the room, to the faint lights in the distance. "There is an entire world outside."

Even when she was in the Homelands, Cindy never thought of it as her home. Not to the extent that other Fables did. Dear lord, Beauty was constantly harping on the fact that she didn't have any land to call her own, that she'd married into royalty and didn't have the background to match what her husband's was. Cindy had done the same thing. She married into royalty, and then she got the hell out of there, and never looked back.

Being a princess just wasn't as much fun as everyone said it would be. "I'm still leading that life, Monsieur Courfeyrac." She pushes the remnants of food away, and let her hand slide against his arm before stopping to actually take it, her wineglass in her other hand. "But I wouldn't mind someone else joining me for the ride."

She gave her usual slow smile/smirk, and began to tug his arm so they could get moving. "Let's go see the world."

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New kind of victory.

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maybe start wrapping up in the next few comments?

bueno :3

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