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thecapitol2014-02-11 01:20 am
confidentially) wrote in thecapitol2014-02-11 01:20 am
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And you can preen and dream and scream and shout
Who| Jessica and You!
What| District 3's M.I.A. mentor makes hertriumphant return to the Capitol in time to see several of her tributes die.
Where| Some Capitol viewing party.
When| Week 4
Warnings/Notes| Possible frank sexual discussion.
She walked into the party like a death row inmate shambling to meet her maker. There was no mistaking the unhappy look in her eyes, though she feigned indifference Jessica had never been a decent actress. Still, the other guests gushed and gawked at her like she was some rare, wild bird, caught and caged and on display. After nearly a decade of this crap, she was pretty well used to it.
Freshly returned to the Capitol from an extended stay in District 3, she had on a most eye-catching ensemble, with hair teased high enough to catch everyone's attention. She was a sight to behold and she was accustomed to the attention, even if a year out of the spotlight had done very little to dispel her rage over the changes in the Capitol. She'd always been mercurial, loathing change unless she was the one making it, and these alterations to the way things were did not sit well with her in the least. But after being sent away for some... reeducation, she was prepared to keep her mouth shut and smile for the cameras.
At least until the liquor ran out anyway.
With a ridiculously fruity cocktail in hand, she slid into an empty corner which provided a decent view of the television monitor, sipping her drink as she watched the highlights of the Arena on TV.
"It's like they're not even trying. I swear to god."
What| District 3's M.I.A. mentor makes her
Where| Some Capitol viewing party.
When| Week 4
Warnings/Notes| Possible frank sexual discussion.
She walked into the party like a death row inmate shambling to meet her maker. There was no mistaking the unhappy look in her eyes, though she feigned indifference Jessica had never been a decent actress. Still, the other guests gushed and gawked at her like she was some rare, wild bird, caught and caged and on display. After nearly a decade of this crap, she was pretty well used to it.
Freshly returned to the Capitol from an extended stay in District 3, she had on a most eye-catching ensemble, with hair teased high enough to catch everyone's attention. She was a sight to behold and she was accustomed to the attention, even if a year out of the spotlight had done very little to dispel her rage over the changes in the Capitol. She'd always been mercurial, loathing change unless she was the one making it, and these alterations to the way things were did not sit well with her in the least. But after being sent away for some... reeducation, she was prepared to keep her mouth shut and smile for the cameras.
At least until the liquor ran out anyway.
With a ridiculously fruity cocktail in hand, she slid into an empty corner which provided a decent view of the television monitor, sipping her drink as she watched the highlights of the Arena on TV.
"It's like they're not even trying. I swear to god."
oh no D:
"A coconut daiquiri. With an extra shot." She batted her eyelashes innocently.
yes but i am all better now ;;
"My sugar allotment was low for the day, so I decided I could join you." He hands her her drink before sitting back in his seat across the way. "Besides, this is delicious, if absurdly bad for me."
He takes a loud sip from his straw, leaving the shot alone for now.
good <33
"These look fantastic!" She was practically purring. "It's exactly what I need to take my mind off the Arena."
Eagerly, she went straight for the shot and downed hers before turning her attention to the fruity concoction.
:-*
He'll regret this in the morning, but he can always double his lunch run to work it out of his system. Chris goes cheerily back to his straw, still enjoying how sweet Champion and Jessica look huddled on the couch together.
"Let's pick a better subject, then, shall we? Does that shade of lipstick have a name?"
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She pressed her lips together before flashing a smile. "My stylist selected it. It's called 'Paradise Lost'. Isn't it gorgeous? I feel like an angel."
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Chris smiles, taking a noisy sip. Maybe he can let the job go for tonight.
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<3333333 cutie!
no u!
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