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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] 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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[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."