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thecapitol2014-03-24 12:14 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-24 12:14 pm
Entry tags:
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- event: crowning,
- harley quinn,
- joan watson,
- matthew "punchy" o'connor,
- sigma klim,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ azula,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ cecil palmer,
- ✘ courfeyrac,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ dale "barbie" barbara,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ dr. holiday,
- ✘ elim garak,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ elsa,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ felicity worthington,
- ✘ gabriel,
- ✘ garrus vakarian,
- ✘ guy crood,
- ✘ hanji zoe,
- ✘ hans,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jack frost,
- ✘ jesse pinkman,
- ✘ jessica wakefield,
- ✘ joel,
- ✘ kankri vantas,
- ✘ karkat vantas,
- ✘ katurian katurian,
- ✘ kevin,
- ✘ kili,
- ✘ lyle norg,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ max guevara,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ nasir,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ rat,
- ✘ riley abel,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ sherlock holmes (cbs),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ starkiller,
- ✘ stephen reagan,
- ✘ susannah dean,
- ✘ the disciple,
- ✘ topher brink,
- ✘ velma kelly,
- ✘ venus dee milo
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.
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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Hands grip her glass so tight it might shatter, staring at the bowls as she listens. District Three--Terezi. She almost drops her glass, spinning on the spot to find her. To catch her eye, something. The next sets of names wash over her, as she starts moving through the crowd. Until she hears her own. A feeling in her chest makes her breath come faster, anxiety and relief, Terezi isn't alone, but she has to go back in there.
Still moving, still looking, the announcements are drawing to a close when the last name catches her ear. Signless. No--why didn't they leave him out of this. She took a deep harsh breath and kept looking, for horns, any horns at this rate, but she keeps knocking into people. It's hard to breathe in this packed party.
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"Hey. Calm down." She brought a hand up, in order to put it on the other woman's shoulders. "Just breathe a moment."
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"Yes. Yes you're right." She takes a sip of her drink, forcing her hands not to tremble, "I...didn't think they'd take three of us. Trolls. I thought one would be enough, you know."
That's not everything, it's certainly not, and it's obvious enough on her face. Her eyes dart to the stage with the empty glass bowls as if that would make things make sense.
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"They did it for their own reasons. What those are are irrelevant, because they lend themselves to the same end."
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"The end being tossed into another arena mere nights after one ends." She breathed in, out, harshly, still trying to get her breath under control. When she can finally control her tone, it's trying to be light, casual, "It's too late to go back and take back all the people I talked to in Seven. And I wouldn't really want to--and it's selfish to wish someone else could take my friends places."
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"I would never regret talking to them. I only regret that this was the end of it. Perhaps they didn't know we would be fighting again. Perhaps they thought it was a popularity contest. I can't know and I won't judge the district for it."
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"I'm here."
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"You come and you find me. Okay?" Her words are whispered, just so the crowd can cover the noise, "When it happens--wherever it happens. I'll--I'll talk to Terezi before then, see if I should find her. So we can all be safe. I'm not letting people I care about die without putting up a fight, okay? I'm sure it'll be different, not like before, so--just find me and we'll plan how to deal with it. I can't trust Karkat to take care of you this time."
She thought she had more time again. To prepare. Her body is still thin, worn, not enough food or training for another arena yet. And if--when she died, it would start all over wouldn't it. She bites back a curse.
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They'd be stronger as a team, after all, if only because she wouldn't be worrying about him as much and would therefore be a lot more focused on her own survival (he hoped). He wasn't going to delude himself about having anything to offer her in terms of skills, but he could offer her support, an anchor, a shield if it came to that.
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She nudges his hood up a little and startles at the makeup that outlines his eyes. Pressing past it, ignoring the way it makes her heart thud a little harder, a little stranger, because he's not been alive for that, to see the sign they made for him. She meets his eyes and raises his hand to her lips, kissing his knuckles.
"Special can't mean anything good. So we try to survive and then we try not to take too much notice after this. Or more notice? I wish I knew how to play this. I'm no good at playing anything at all." The exhaustion in her voice, at having to keep up this idea of being something--and lord knows what she's trying to play at, because she doesn't know. It's too vague in her eyes, what she should try to be, what is appealing about her. In her worry, she bites at his finger, just barely breaking the skin as her brow furrows in thought.
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"I don't know. I've been trying, lately, to do what they want, to play the good active happy tribute because maybe it will keep everyone else safer, but it's hard when you never know exactly what they want to see. I think survival should be first priority. We get out alive, we worry about the cameras after."
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"The good happy tribute is one who kills." It's said more absently--she's worrying her bottom lip now with those sharp teeth, "We can't do that and I can't plan for what I don't know. Who knows what's coming in this..."
She falls silent for just a moment before she gazes up again and huffs. Her hand reaches up to rub at his makeup, annoyed all at once. Annoyance as a distraction perhaps but it still digs at her. "I wish they hadn't done that. I hate it." She mumbles, rubbing at the paint there with little success.