The Signless (
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thecapitol2014-03-30 04:09 am
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Who| Signless and YOU, with a special prompt for the Psiioniic
What| Some last-minute indulgence before the mini arena.
Where| Various places out and about in the Capitol.
When| A few days after the crowning, before the special event arena.
Warnings/Notes| None I can think of.
[Prompts are in headers in the comments! Pick one that takes your fancy.]
What| Some last-minute indulgence before the mini arena.
Where| Various places out and about in the Capitol.
When| A few days after the crowning, before the special event arena.
Warnings/Notes| None I can think of.
[Prompts are in headers in the comments! Pick one that takes your fancy.]

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Right now he's contemplating a rack of leggings in various bright colors and debating whether red sequins are Too Much. They probably are. He will probably buy them anyway.
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Every time he visits the candy shop he buys something different: Capitol extravagance means he still hasn't got through everything they have to offer. The novelty of being able to go into a store that sells nothing but sweet things and just buy however much he wants has still not worn off. The downside to this is that sometimes he buys too much. He sits on a bench outside the store, poking through the brightly-colored bags, and when someone sits next to him it's only natural that he offer them something.
"Would you like some licorice?"
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Speaking of fresh hell, he spots a familiar pair of double horns and is instantly much less thrilled about his 'eat ice-cream, don't fall into a pre-arena depression' plan. Just because they were able to have what might be termed a civil conversation once recently doesn't mean this will go similarly well. But, well... there's nowhere else to sit except at the counter. He leaves a chair separating them as a sort of buffer, but that's about all he can do.
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The question about licorice startles him a little and he looks over to the other person, his brain pauses a moment. It just seemed like the strangest question to him.
"Um...no thanks, I've never been a big fan of it myself." But then something else occurred to him as his eyes trailed over the other bags. "Wait, where did you get that stuff?"
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"Ah, thank you."
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"You're welcome. I can't eat all this on my own." He pauses for an awkward moment. "So, ah. How have you been."
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"How have you been?"
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Pruna? Now Pruna made sense when she got picked. She's a cute little girl and a walking death machine, she's got it all.
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"That does seem odd. You appear to have the characteristics necessary to become popular with the sponsors."
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"Oh, I'm not very popular with them either, really. I don't kill enough and my deaths aren't usually that exciting. Now that trolls aren't in style I really have very little going for me."
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It's strange, to be able to sit here and so calmly analyze something that sent him in a spiral of self-hate and depression, but that's how people in Panem talk about these things in regards to tributes. If he's going to be a good tribute he's going to need to learn to speak in their language, on their terms, and think like they do.
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"According to Johanna, I have no sponsors either." Not that he cares much, but that's probably why he wasn't chosen for this mini-Arena. "I doubt it truly matters much."
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"I can't imagine why you wouldn't have support, though. Your performance in the museum was..."
He doesn't want to say 'great' because, well, so he takes a bite of his own piece of licorice while he thinks.
"Memorable."
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