thecapitol | (no subject)

Who| Mentors, stylist, escorts, and anyone else keeping up with tributes in an official aspect.
What| The green room
Where| The tribute training center
When| start of the arena
Warnings/Notes| none inherent, tags thread subjects as needed.

The green room this round has been decorated with the sensibility of what would be, in our era, a turn of the century sitting room. Dark wood paneling, thick rich red velvet furniture, and plush red curtains drawn back over various monitors with heavy gold cords. Although the room is quiet large to contain so many people, it gives the impression of being intimate. The Avoxes, decked out in vaguely militaristic attire, serve food and drink in silver and crystal dishes, gold alcohol catching the light of the stained glass lamps around the room.

In the center of the room is a holographic projection of the arena, highlighting in flickering lights where each tribute is. Panels hidden discretely in the wood paneling can change the view of any of the screens so a mentor or stylist can pull up their own tribute, or one whom they would like to observe.

The projection can easily be shifted, with the flick of a hand, on to the person's own tablet, or even to be projected on one of the sitting tables placed around the room. On their screens other various information can be easily accessed: current odds, gossip, and even communication from potential bidders.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Finnick wasn't the only good-looking blond pacing around, looking nervously at the screens. None of his Tributes had gone down...yet.

At Finnick's words, however, Jack turned and gave a start.

"...When the hell did you get here?"

That's a surprise, he hadn't exactly snuck in anywhere. Not lately at least.

"Probably about the same time you did. Somewhere before the start of the Arena. We all got the same wakeup call this morning."

"That's not what I meant." With a huff, Jack looked up. What a pompous, arrogant- "I didn't know you were back in the Capitol."

"I couldn't stay away forever. Did you miss me? Because you may have to take a number if you're looking for some time alone with me."

It was just far too easy to get Jack riled up. How could he resist?

Oh, Finnick. You could play Jack like a fiddle all day long.

"I--" he sputtered at this. "I don't want alone time with you! How dare you, you pompous...!"

~~It was too bad he couldn't yell like he had before. Because, oh boy, if he could...more fun for Finnick!~~

It isn't a major challenge. But that doesn't mean it isn't fun.

"Everyone wants alone time with me, I just don't necessarily want it with them. I'd move you up the list if you provided ear plugs for me."

Jack could just feel the growl starting to form in his throat at this. But he stopped himself from doing it. He couldn't. If he did, he'd start to cough, and the damage to his would become apparent. He wouldn't let that happen. He wasn't going to humiliate himself like that in front of Finnick.

"You can hear me just fine without them now, can't you?"

Finnick tilts his head closer like he can't hear.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

But he ruins it by smiling right after and waving Jack off again.

"You're fine. Worry about the people in there more than the ones out here. You can help one group more than the other."