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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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She tries to shove Champion away with her foot as he tries to sniff under her dress. "I'm full of beautiful sentiments, you know."
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"I don't doubt it, though. Why are you trying to kick my dog?" He's still smiling and he doesn't try to move away, but Champion looks way offended approaching growly.
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"Oh, I'm not, ah, I'm not kicking him, he's just- I think he might be in love with my legs!"
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"Well, why wouldn't he be? They are fantastic legs. And I am sure that they excel at their intended purpose." Which is walking!!!!!!!!!! Quit it.
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"I... Victory, that's very--" But then Chris makes the mistake of glancing sideways. She is so beautiful and he is unbearably lonely. "Okay."
Wait... what? He blinks, looking at her legs and flushing a bit before his gaze tracks slowly back up to her face.
"But maybe - not here?"
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"Are you inviting me back to your room, Mr.- oh!" She yelps, hopping away from Chris and swatting at the dog behind her.
"Champion! Your nose is cold and that area's private!"
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Perhaps even a longer-lasting change than that, dependent upon her and how the night went. But for now he could perhaps just worry about this one night, and how he didn't really have any right refusing anyone so amaazing right now. And she was: amazing.
"Let's go," he's saying instead of anything else, rising up off the couch and offering her his arm. Champion is so judging him, but Chris isn't concerned by it. He's just a dog!!!
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"So much more interesting than my Tributes anyway."
kills u with italics and fails to end things???
"While I do lead as interesting a life as one can as a budget auditor... it hardly compares to the life of a Tribute." Chris is thinking hard about this, even as he leads his beautiful companion out of the party, Champion following obediently after in his cutie hobble. "Especially one from another world. I can't even imagine how exciting that must be."
In so many ways, he envies them. He doesn't say that, though; he knows it's a little untoward. He knows dying multiple times must not be great or anything, but they had experienced so much. And yet Victory is calling him interesting? He may tell everyone his job and life is so fascinating but it's mostly a line.
Not that Chris Traeger doesn't love his life (and everything) -- he does. He just wonders if there might be more than this provincial life.
and end!
Yes, she picked up all her pick-up lines from bad 80's movies. She slips a hand down from Chris' waist to his rear, giving that firm, runs-however-many-kilometers-a-day tush a friendly squeeze.
It doesn't take much longer for them to leave the party.