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thecapitol2014-01-19 10:47 pm
etcircenses) wrote in 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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"I've been doing this long enough to know you're never really prepared for it. You tell yourself you are, and that this time you're going to keep it all together, nice and neat. But then you get here and one of your tributes is just a kid who actually managed to come from worse circumstances than you did and against trained killers and people who actually enjoy the chase and capture what kind of chance do they stand? And you don't just let them sink away into your memories anymore, where they can be safe and quiet and fade away. You have to be there to pick them up when they get hauled back here. You'd better have a heart of stone under that frosty glare or you won't make it much longer."
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Maybe they weren't innocent, but she didn't know. They killed...but so did she.
She swallowed, and felt again that gross relief that came from knowing, at least right now, that 'death' here meant you woke up the next day in the tribute tower.
"I'm sorry." She said, before she could even think about it. And then was kicking herself after. Sorry meant nothing here.
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"I just hope you know how to swim, because it's rough waters to be sailing on and this boat is not as steady as it could be."
When in doubt, go back to your roots. Finnick had enough fishing metaphors to fill a book, they came in handy when he was being interviewed or cornered by Capitolites. They expected as much from him.
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She gave a tight smile, one without much joy in it, but one that was, at least, sincere.
"I didn't expect any of this to be easy. But I can't say I expected it to be this."
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"What did you expect? I'm really curious, because I know that being a mentor wasn't exactly what I expected when I won either."
He was genuinely curious.
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She knew that had to be an unsatisfying answer, so she racked her brain for something, anything more to offer.
"Haymitch was the only mentor in 12. Before being reaped...it was rare to even see him. I had no concept of what mentoring even really was until being in the games, and everything moved too fast after...first the tours, then this." She waved her hands vaguely towards the hologram in the middle of the room. "I just knew it would be awful."