Let The War Begin

[casaerotica13]

Who| Gabriel, Hawkeye, and all of their targets
What| Prank War 2014
Where| The Tribute Center (and surrounding areas probably sure)
When| Before the crowning/After the races
Warnings/Notes| Abandon hope all ye who enter here. Just comment in and you'll get one of us if you don't specify who you want.

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closed to Hawkeye- dated just before the great war begins

[casaerotica13]

So, the race thing went great. He got his face posted on walls and a swanky robe to show for it. It's great. Really. He's a promotional figure now. People know his name. Really, really great.

Maybe it really could be beneficial later, but he just didn't care at this point. The race was fun. It's over now. Let's find something else to break, kids. Unfortunately, the big party was a little ways away and all the other parties were kind of annoying with all the people he attracted.

He did like people. Just not those people.

Anyway.

The point is, Gabriel was more than a pretty face and hell on wheels. He was smart, too, and he felt that the people here didn't really know that yet. Yeah, things were easier when he had his powers, but now that just meant he needed to get creative. Use that brain juice a little more than usual, that's all. It's not hard.

So, he did a few classics. Pushed every button in the elevator. Closed doors in people's faces. Just boring things. Slowly, it began to get a little more inventive and he was currently in the tribute lounge. Gabriel was sitting on the floor with an old fashioned nail file, filing down one leg of every wooden chair he could find. Everyone that passed by didn't pay any mind, especially when he just waved to them and continued his work.

With any luck, they would full on break rather than just be a little wobbly.

[swill]

Anyway, the real point here was that Hawkeye had been not-exactly-staring at the guy for what seemed like the longest while, and it itched him that he'd seen only the preparation and no result. Nothing tangible. The idea, he was sure he knew- heck, the mess tent had had it's share of collapsing benches, not that Hawkeye could get the credit for the demise of them all. He had made himself scarce during the races, didn't follow up on the chatter of the Capitolites milling around that evening. He had made himself scarce since returning from this round of playing Daniel in the lions' den and failing, and Hawkeye thought that he was staring at the one solution to creep out of the grave he'd encased himself in.

He finally found the jerk who pushed every button on the elevator.

He was sure of it.

It was great and seemed a little surreal, like he was wondering what the hell Trapper was on to. Hawkeye pushed himself up from his seat, walked over, leaned enough on the chair Gabriel found himself working on just enough so it wouldn't topple and grinned. "What are you doing there, Small Time?"

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Small Time. That's a riot, all right. Whether it was referring to his low key pranks or his height, Gabriel wasn't a fan. So, he just gave a tight smile back to Hawkeye, nearly falling over from the action of leaning up to face the other man.

"Oh, you know. I figured our furniture doesn't get the care and treatment it really deserves, so I've volunteered to give them a manicure for the day. To show my appreciation and all that."

It was the only excuse he really needed. Some stylist even stopped to tell him how considerate he was for the act. Such nice people here.

[swill]

Oh, that was a cute response. That was a great response. That response excited him, and not for the first or last time, Hawkeye wondered what in the hell was wrong with him. He straightened up and quit leaning on the chair with the crawling fear that it would have the worst timing and topple and turn him into the butt of the joke. Hawkeye's obviously unapologetic- he doesn't think his nickname was offensive in the least- and he crosses his arms over his chest as the two of them confront. His grin dissolved in favor of a serious mischief and he had the most difficult time exerting effort into not sweeping the guy up in an embrace. Because that'd be weird.

"With a cover-up like that, you don't have a leg to stand on," Hawkeye said. He gave himself five points for the pun, just to start things off. "Not with the crowd that matters. I know what you're getting up to, Junior, but you're a very small fish in a very large pond. Now I'm just here to let you know that I'm the camp champ, not the chump." He nudges the manicured leg of the chair a little with his boot, and it's just their luck that to one side of them and some distance away, a man with a cane and pinkish skin and green hair had the displeasure of sitting on a boobytrapped bench.

Hawkeye managed to keep a straight face (it looked cooler, you know), and thought it made the perfect background for beginning the bet. So he quirks a brow to acknowledge and maybe applaud Gabriel's efforts so far, and maybe to rile him and he chirps, "Your pranks have to be more than just cute."

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Gabriel was listening to Hawkeye while at the same time trying to look very disinterested. Oh, he already liked this guy. Must have been another tribute strictly because he wasn't weird looking. And the pun. That pun was gold.

His eyes rove over to the man who had just collapsed in a heap from his prank and he takes a second to laugh about it. Finally, he looks back to Hawkeye. "I'm sorry, what?"

Cute, though. Cute. Now that, sir, is fighting words.

"Well, excuse me, Mr. Prank Master Extraordinaire. Last I looked, I was the only nut job giving manicures to expensive furniture. Where's your portfolio at, huh?" He waggled the nail file at Hawk accusingly. He was doing all the work, after all.

[celebrityskinned]

She's come up to visit Courfeyrac, trying to sow some nutrients on the fresh earth of their friendship. It's one thing to be allies in the Arena, yet another to have each others' backs in the Capitol, and so she's just a bit nervous as she exits the elevator. It doesn't show - she's far too polished a professional for that - but inside her heart twitches just a bit faster, her stomach tightens up slightly.

She's on edge when she walks through the kitchen, surprised to see no one immediately in the District Eleven suite. She pauses at the table and picks up what is clearly handwritten French...poetry?

"Hello? Is anyone there?"