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thecapitol2014-04-02 07:00 pm
libertin) wrote in thecapitol2014-04-02 07:00 pm
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The fire beneath my feet is burning bright
Who| Courfeyrac & Enjolras
What| Pep talk
Where| District 5 suite, Enjolras' room
When| The night of the crowning/reaping, after this
Warnings/Notes| Manpain
Once the crowning festivities were over and the Tributes et al were released back into the wilds of the Capitol, Courfeyrac went directly back to the tower and took the lift up to the fifth floor with the sole intention of consuming any and all liquor Enjolras had stashed away. The pair of them had gotten separated over the course of the evening, but Courfeyrac was certain his friend would have found his way back to his suite by now.
As for Courfeyrac himself, he was in a peculiar place, emotionally. He didn't want to go into the Arena. He didn't wish to die any longer. However, he likewise understood that by taking part, he would be sparing the others of his District the agony of being reaped and having to fight so soon after the last Arena had ended. His participation spared Max and Cindy, and while he readily accepted the fact that they were better fighters than he was, as well as more clever and likely a lot stronger, part of him had to categorize his acceptance of his fate as a sort of noble sacrifice for them.
That idea made his destiny more tolerable, but it still hurt to swallow it completely. Wasn't being likable a positive trait? It seemed so unfair that his ability to charm people had become his own downfall.
He was considering that miserable notion and adjusting his top hat when he arrived at the main entrance to the District Five suite. He knocked firmly on the door with a white-gloved fist, finally taking this opportunity to tear off the utterly stupid looking mask he'd been wearing for the entirety of the night.
What| Pep talk
Where| District 5 suite, Enjolras' room
When| The night of the crowning/reaping, after this
Warnings/Notes| Manpain
Once the crowning festivities were over and the Tributes et al were released back into the wilds of the Capitol, Courfeyrac went directly back to the tower and took the lift up to the fifth floor with the sole intention of consuming any and all liquor Enjolras had stashed away. The pair of them had gotten separated over the course of the evening, but Courfeyrac was certain his friend would have found his way back to his suite by now.
As for Courfeyrac himself, he was in a peculiar place, emotionally. He didn't want to go into the Arena. He didn't wish to die any longer. However, he likewise understood that by taking part, he would be sparing the others of his District the agony of being reaped and having to fight so soon after the last Arena had ended. His participation spared Max and Cindy, and while he readily accepted the fact that they were better fighters than he was, as well as more clever and likely a lot stronger, part of him had to categorize his acceptance of his fate as a sort of noble sacrifice for them.
That idea made his destiny more tolerable, but it still hurt to swallow it completely. Wasn't being likable a positive trait? It seemed so unfair that his ability to charm people had become his own downfall.
He was considering that miserable notion and adjusting his top hat when he arrived at the main entrance to the District Five suite. He knocked firmly on the door with a white-gloved fist, finally taking this opportunity to tear off the utterly stupid looking mask he'd been wearing for the entirety of the night.
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"Then you think they fell away in some other manner?" He didn't snort, but the intonation was there nonetheless. "Tell me of this theory, I should like to hear it."
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