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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-03-24 12:14 pm

The Crowning of Mindy McReady

Who| Everyone who's anyone.
What| The Crowning.
Where| A warehouse on the edge of town.
When| Starting from early evening till late into the night.
Warnings/Notes| Be sure to check the linked thread for plot purposes, even if you don't tag into it.

The party is brightly colored.

The theme, subtly, is super heroes. Boldly paints city scapes are splattered across the walls, and hallways are made to look like dingy, potentially crime ridden alleys. From the upper walkways of the warehouse, party goers can get hooked into harnesses and swing out over the dance floor. Above them, tributes and VIPS can find themselves on a clear plastic dance floor levitated above everything, looking like they're hanging in air.

Masks are passed out in plenty, and capes are easy to find, while brightly colored drinks themed around super powers are plentiful. None of them actually work, but many of the Capitol people are happy to pretend, mocking super strength or invisibility with each new beverage.

Under the dance floor a catacomb of tunnels and rooms full of obstacles is splashed with black light receptive colors. Party goers are given vests and laser guns, marked green for villains and red for heros, and set loose to hunt each other in the laser tags playground. The screens in the dance floor keep a running tally of which side is winning, displaying the players on the screens around the room, along with clips from the arenas.

About half way through the night, everyone is gathered to the main stage for a special announcement.
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[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2014-03-24 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Easy, Wy," he says quietly. He appears like a shadow behind Wyatt, using his small size to navigate the throng of people with minimal detection, like an underfoot cat. Apparently Victory and District Ten's stylists have coordinated, because Howard looks just a little bit like a sidekick in his Captain America hoodie. Honestly, Howard figures Victory just didn't care and decided to give him something he wouldn't fight with. She chose well.

"At least this time you only got yourself to worry about." He reaches out a bony hand and wraps it around Wyatt's wrist.
Edited 2014-03-24 21:37 (UTC)
the_marshal: (wyattUncomfortable)

[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-03-24 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He hadn't said anything, hadn't done more than continue to stand there, stock still and straight as an arrow in Captain's uniform, but of course Howard could tell. Of course he knew.

As the boy's hand closed around his wrist, Wyatt forced himself to breath, to swallow.

To bury it all down.

What about Venus and Joel? Little Pruna... his district-mate, Susannah? He'd just spoken to her and now...

"An' there ain't as many," he murmured, trying his damnedest. "Better odds than ever."
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[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2014-03-26 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"You need air?"

Wyatt's been scaring him lately; not physically, because Howard isn't that afraid of being struck anymore, because he trusts Wyatt beyond the level he holds mortal men to. But in the same way, possibly because of that trust, he worries about Wyatt.

He sees the difficulty swallowing and the way Wyatt's breath stutters.
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[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-03-27 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
Looking at him, Wyatt could see the concern written on the boy's face, feel the worry behind the squeezing fingers on his wrist, and he knew he had to pull together. That it wouldn't do anybody any good to let his feelings on the matter get the best of him now.

"I was lookin' forward to the break," he murmured. "To some time. ...That's all."

Some time without the arena looming over his shoulder. Some time with Max, a chance to see Howard's citizenship come through.

"But it's done, an' I'll do what I gotta."

It was small choice, to face this new twist with his head up or to be forced in swinging, but it was still a choice. (One that would, hopefully, keep them safe while he was gone.)
iselldrugstothecommunity: (Basic - Run?)

[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2014-03-28 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
To tell the truth, Howard's guts are all knotted up at the idea of what might happen. This isn't just another Arena. This is something special, and that never means anything good in the Capitol.

They mean to take Wyatt away from him.

"Think of all the presents you're going to get with both me and Max out here sending you stuff." He tries to laugh. "Come on, let's get some air?"
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[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-03-28 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Some air, yes. Cool and fresh and away from here, it'd do him some good.

That, and a stiff drink.

"You two are gunna spoil me rotten," he tried to tease, shifting his wrist free of Howard's grip to reach across and rest his arm on the boy's shoulders. "Aren't ya?"
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[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2014-03-29 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Howard folds into Wyatt's embrace like a hermit crab crawling back into its shell as they head out for the air on the patio.

"For sure. You'll get caviar and dom periwinkle in a crystal goblet. Promise."

It's easier to joke than cry. Always has been. Joking builds the levee up and crying erodes it.
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[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-03-29 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
It was small and strained, but Wyatt managed a smile as he tipped his head down at Howard.

"Is that some sort of liquor?"
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[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2014-03-31 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know. I think so. I hear it's a really fancy wine." At least the forced smile is something.

Howard pauses. "You know I'll take care of things here, right?"
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[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-03-31 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I know, son. I know." He gave Howard's shoulder a squeeze, then took a few steps away from the pool of light spilling from the party to lean against the wall in the shadows.

Even pretending, he didn't have the stomach for gay music and laughter just then.

"I expect ya to get yer citizenship an' to behave yerself while I'm gone." While he was gone, as if he were confident that he would be back. "An' I'd be grateful if ya could keep an eye on Max too, an' keep him out of trouble. I expect to find ya both here, safe an' sound when I get back."
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[cw: mentions of suicide]

[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2014-04-03 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I got my application in. Don't remind me about it until I hear back." Howard doesn't think it'll get accepted, and thus he doesn't want to think about it at all. When he pictures an answer he pictures the razor or noose or any of the many instruments of death he'll have to resort to.

"But I'll keep Max from killing anyone. Or if he does, I'll help him feed the body to the tiger to cover up the crime."
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[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-04-03 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Wyatt chuckled, low and soft - a laugh that was almost real, painting a small white cloud around his lips as it met the cool night air.

"There's a good lad," he replied with a small sigh. "If that don't bring me some comfort in there, nothin' will."

He paused, eyes scanning the lights in the distance, lingering on the Tower, then he added, "If ya do hear, before I get back, er if somethin' else happens, you'll send me a note? If ya can?"
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[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2014-04-03 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you want me to do that? I mean, wouldn't you rather I wait until there's something you need? I only got kill money from R last Arena..." And Howard's voice gets sad and low there. He shivers; what's cool night air to Wyatt is painfully cold to Howard's tiny, unpadded body. He pulls the Captain America hood up and pulls the cords tight.

"What if I get turned down?"
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[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-04-03 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"That is somethin' I need," Wyatt said then, that low honest drawl cutting easily through the cold. "Knowin' you an' Max are alright - that yer safe, an' yer happy--" as happy as they could be here, "--that's gunna do as much for me in there as anythin' else."

The body could carry on through a great many ordeals, suffer through a lot pain and shoulder a lot of weight, but the spirit... that wasn't always as willing.

"An' ya won't," he added, sounding as confident about that as he did about his return. "But if ya do, we'll try again. Or we'll make ya victor, whatever it takes to see ya out, son."

He reached out, rested a wide palm gently on the back of the boy's head.

"Hang in there, Howard."
Edited 2014-04-03 23:36 (UTC)
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[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2014-04-04 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Howard nods. He understands, but somehow he tends to convince himself that he's the only one who needs sentimental things to keep going, that he's the only one who clutches the necklace Wyatt gave him tight at night until pink imprints form in his palm.

He leans into Wyatt's hand.

"I promise I'll be here when you get back."
the_marshal: (wyattUp)

[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-04-05 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've got too much waiting for me here to let them get rid of me that easy."

Giving the back of Howard's neck a small squeeze, his hand fell to rest on the boy's shoulder.

"I'll be back."

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/wrap

[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2014-04-07 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Howard nods, although he feels like his insides are all sloshing around unmoored.

"I'm going to hold you to that."