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thecapitol2014-01-19 10:47 pm
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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.
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.
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"Well, I don't know what you want me to do about that, Finnick, really." She snapped. Oh, it annoyed her to be so powerless.
"Perhaps you'll recall that Snow doesn't think too highly of me questioning his divine judgement. I'm not gonna let him murder my damn Tributes. Maybe Justin. Just to shut him up."
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"It's still our job to prepare them as best we can. I'm still not sure whether I feel more or less powerless that the same ones are going to keep coming back looking for more and more advice. There's not much we can do for it, and I won't argue that for a second."
Finnick gave her a wry smile. "What did Justin do to you to earn that?"
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She shook her head and barked a laugh. "They're not like the usual Tributes, that's for damn sure. And they keep coming back to kick you in the knees just a bit more. They're not even scared of me." She shook her head. "I stab Penny with a damn fork in front of them, and they're still not scared."
And that would explain why makeup was heavily plastered all over Johanna's face and neck - to hide those lovely bruises from the ever-gentle peacekeepers.