Conscientia

[gamemakers]

WHO| Open
WHAT| Night life at the Speakeasy
WHEN| Evenings this week
WHERE| The Speakeasy
WARNINGS/NOTES| Feel free to use this party post style, or however you like if you would like to set any threads here.

The speakeasy was a classy joint. Wood panels, and soft velvet, and usually some kinda of live music, something mellow and easy to relax to. It was big, with low ceilings and with many back rooms, some easy to access, others less so. Easy to get lost in. And it gave off an air of class, of comfort, and being a part of something a little different from the rest. The kinda place where everybody knew your name, and everybody knew to be discreet about it.

It was the perfect place to grab a drink, sit, talk, and relax. No one over heard you, no one got in your business, but everyone was glad to talk if you wanted to find a friendly face. The owner, Conscientia, made her round every now and then, saying hello to her regulars, welcoming those who were new.

Comments

[makeflowersgrow]

"So... I can be a tribute and live here in comfort and fight in the arena, or I can refuse to fight and have nothing?"

Eponine sounded as gutted as she looked. "It's not fair..."

She shook her head at Cinna's question. "I know I'm district three - and I know I am supposed to know about technology because of it. I think someone was laughing at me to put me there. But that is it. Does it matter?"

[setfires]

"It does. The Districts are everything. They are the reason that the Captiol puts on these Games. You should look into our history, get a better idea of what they're asking you to do and why they're asking you to do it."

Cinna wasn't sure how much more he should explain. A Tribute who refused to fight would probably have less than nothing. They would do horrible things to her if needed.

[makeflowersgrow]

"I don't really care why you put on games, M'sieur. They are not games, not really."

Eponine took another sip of the gin the bartender had left in front of her, handing over her credit card thing to pay for it.

In her opinion, though she could never say it even as eloquently as this, the Games make a mockery of her life, her struggle for survival on little to no food and little to no sleep and in freezing conditions and against people who wanted to hurt her.

"They are not fair, and I don't want to be part of it. I just want to stay here. I would not mind a job. I can read, you know? And write, a bit. The woman said no, though."

She also said several other things, and made several threats. But they were mild enough for Eponine to ignore so that's exactly what she was doing.

[setfires]

Cinna nodded about that. "I understand, but it's not possible at this time. That's not why they brought you here. I wish I could help more, but it's not likely to change right away. Saying 'I refuse to do this' is a noble sentiment but you have to be prepared for what the government will do to you once you do."

He understood, to a point, why someone would feel the way that Eponine felt, but it was important that she understood everything that would mean.

[makeflowersgrow]

"The government? And what would they do?"

She takes another sip and laughs. "Put me in prison? Well, I have been there; it is not nice, but I survived all right. Or perhaps they will kill me? Or have someone else kill me?"

She laughs at her own wit. "I am not scared of your government. I am not scared of anything. It is not a 'noble sentiment'. I just do not want to be a killer. I am a bad girl - but I am not SO bad!"

[setfires]

"No. They wouldn't kill you or put you in prison. They're so much more creative than that," Cinna said simply.

"Look, I'm not telling you to participate. If you want to refuse, refuse. But you should be aware of what that means."

[makeflowersgrow]

[She downs the rest of the tumbler and signals for another. She's getting steadily more and more drunk; she was such a skinny slip of a thing, still in her mid teen years; it wasn't physically possible to handle her drink well, though she'd been drinking it for years. Still, she signalled for another.]

"I don't know what to do. I don't want to go home. I can't go home if I kill. I don't want to be killed again.

What am I supposed to do?"

All alone in a strange land where people want to kill her and kiss her and buy her drinks. She's so, so wary of them - most of them, and defiant to a fault to hide her fear.

"I'm not going to fight."

[setfires]

Cinna considered her carefully for a moment. "Then don't, but be prepared for all the things they'll do and say to make you fight. Even if you don't fight in the arena, you'll have to become strong and fight them another way."

[makeflowersgrow]

She nods. "The lady - well, she did not say as much as you have, M'sieur... But it was enough. I am already in trouble now, no? Howard thinks I will be. I'm not scared. I have nothing they can take but my life, and they can have it. I'd die at home within the year anyway. It doesn't matter to me."

She speaks without self pity, and with self-loathing. How she had talked her way into trouble was unbelievable, but she couldn't back down now.

"I will be okay, M'sieur. As Howard says, I am a rat. I will be okay."

She downs the rest of the drink, and pushes the glass away, running her fingers through the tangled mop of hair.

"Don't tell Valeria you caught me, will you? She'd have a fit if she knew what I looked like now."

[setfires]

"I promise that I won't breathe a single word of anything we've talked about today," he said with all sincerity. "Good luck."