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WHO| Everyone!
WHAT| A Halloween Ball
WHEN| Halloween night
WHERE| The Tribute Center
WARNING/NOTES| None atm. Please tag in your subject lines if anything comes up.

The Capitol had been winding up to this for weeks. More and more extravagant decorations had begun to appear all over the city. Gruesome alleys dripping with gore, houses transformed into creaking, ancient cobweb covered dwellings, flickering ghosts haunting windows and doorways. The citizens themselves had becomes more and more extravagant as the days crept closer, dripping in glitters spiderwebs, hair teased to coil around pumpkins and crows, and decked out in meticulous costumes, often celebrating past victors, and even current tributes.

The ball at the Tribute Training Center wasn't anywhere near the only party that night, but it was the most extravagant, and the most sought after. The decorations had gone towards the classic (perhaps the goverment realizing other areas might move too close to home.) The building had been transformed into a spooky, ancient looking mansion, over taken by spiders and lit with flickering candles everywhere. The tables were spread with unimaginable heaping of treats, from grotesqueness mock organs to sparkling jewel colored sugar covered candies. Avoxs move about, for once literally ghosts, covered in their own shrouds of spider webs and sheer gauze, holding plates of smoking drinks.

Attendance for the Tributes was mandatory. As were costumes. And oh boy did their stylists go all out for this one. It was a parade and a party all rolled into ones and they weren't going to slack on that.

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Dean was sipping probably his sixth or seventh drink by now, knowing the only way he could get through this night, where he looks like a stripper. Watching a stunningly, gorgeous woman walking over to him, he licked his lips, stood up straight and got himself ready to play his cards.

"If that's what ya want to call me, babe."

Aw, he's so cute. Anna can't help but smile ever-so-sweetly before leaning sideways towards him and shaking her head. "Wouldn't recommend callin' me babe. I might not have authority here, but I have no problem usin' the cuffs."

If she spends much longer smiling for the crowd like she is right now, she's going to turn into a Stepford Wife. Or give herself cavities. She relaxes the overly fake smile and extends a hand in greeting. "The cop formerly known as Detective Anna Morasca. Looks like we'll be arena virgins together."

A smirk crossed Dean's lips, "I got no issue with you usin' cuffs on me, sweetcheeks." Finishing his sentence with his infamous wink.

Looking at that smile, he shook his head and chuckled, "I gave up on smilin' after I got past the camera douchebags. Not worth it. Especially not here. All these weirdo- ...Wait a sec, you're a cop?" Biting his lip, he shook her hand, "I can assure you that it's the only kind of virgin I am."

Normally, she'd twist an arm or such to get a man to quit calling her stupid, derogatory nicknames, but apparently she had to play nice. Instead, she rolled her eyes at him and withdrew her hand once he shook it.

"Was a cop. Doesn't exactly apply here. I didn't get your name."

"Eh. Still hot. Means you've been in that uniform and you're a powerful woman. I like that." With another wink and a smirk, "Dean. Winchester."

Rolling her eyes again, she signaled the bartender for a shot of tequila and she downed it with ease, waiting for it to kick in before speaking.

"You're pretty shameless, considerin' we're expected to kill each other soon."

Nods, "Yeah. Gonna die. Might as well enjoy being alive before I have to. Plus, I doubt I'll get any time to talk to you in the arena. Though, don't know if I'll be able to kill you in cold blood."

Well, color her surprised. She relaxes slightly and the annoyed expression on her face fades to something just a little softer.

"That's a rather pessimistic way to look at it. Most people would say they don't plan on dyin', or at least express some possibility of gettin' out alive." Sorry, Dean. She's a profiler, it's what she ~~does~~ did.

With a cursory glance around, she leaned in to speak softly so none of the Capitol citizens could overhear. To all onlookers, it would appear as if she was flirting with Dean by whispering something naughty in his ear. "For what it's worth, I don't intend to kill you. Or anyone, for that matter. I arrest murderers, I'm not gonna become one."

Shrugs, "Considering I've died more times than I can count back home, this isn't much new. Only difference, I don't kill humans, I kill monsters. Lots of em." Trying to smile at his comment, though he knew he sounded crazy, he went back to his rink, trying to just...forget where he was.

A bit surprised when he felt the breath against his ear, a shiver running up his spine, "Well. Good to know. Play your cards right, we could tag team, then I'd let you win."

"Monsters," she repeated slowly, as if trying to swallow the possibility that they really did exist. But then again, being pulled into a different dimension to fight to the death never seemed physically possible until now. Fuck it. She could believe any number of impossible things now.

Pulling back slightly, she met his green eyes with her own and blinked. Now she was truly surprised. "I'm a complete stranger. Why would you do that for me?"

"Because a girl like you deserves to win and have to stop playing in these stupid games more than someone like me. Seriously. This is something I deserve. May not like it, but I definitely deserve it." Sipping his drink, and looking away from her. He wasn't lying. After all the things he'd done, or hadn't done, this was a whole new type of hell, and he was sure there was a reason he was here, and that he deserved to die, again.

I definitely deserve it.

And for a minute, she's just still. At a complete loss for words and wondering how she's supposed to respond to that, and eventually she finds the words. "A girl like me? You just met me. I could be a serial killer or a complete disgrace of a human bein' for all you know." Not that she is any of those things, but she made her point.

She leaned against the bar again, glancing around at the Capitol citizens who don't seem to be paying them any mind, and her response is quiet. "I don't believe anyone deserves this."

Nods, "Yeah. But compared to me, you're a saint. You could be a serial killer, and it's still better than who I am as a person. Trust me. Whoever has plucked me from my home and stuck me here, though it was probably Zach, it's for a reason. To teach me some lesson, or just to put me through hell again."

He didn't look at her, he couldn't. Because no matter what she said, he'd have to disagree, and he couldn't let her see him cry. "I do. Trust me."

Chewing her bottom lip for a moment, she took in his words and their implications and shook her head. Placing her hand on the counter, she leaned over sideways to catch his gaze and she smiled - ruefully, almost.

"I've been inside the minds of some of the most evil sociopaths the world has to offer. I've even been at the mercy of a couple of them with the scars to show for it. But you? Dean, I don't see any of that in your eyes. I think you're a man burdened by pain and regret, but you're not evil. You don't deserve this."

Looking at her, a tear fell down his cheek, "Pain and regret is the biggest understatement anyone could say about me. Trust me. You may think I don't deserve this, but I do."

"Unless I see something to tell me otherwise, I'm gonna keep on believin' as I do. Get used to it," she said softly with a wink as she reached up to wipe the stray tear away before turning to the bar and ordering a glass of red wine.

His cheeks flushed pink. He cried in front of a girl, a woman, and ... he was showing his emotions. But he wouldn't give in to venting, because he does not talk about his feelings. Ever. Nope.

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oh, dean. stop crushing me with feels. T^T

He can't help it!

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