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thecapitol2012-12-22 12:14 am
gamemakers) wrote in thecapitol2012-12-22 12:14 am
Conscientia
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.
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.
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She was trying to put herself in these people's position Someone else shoes, stuck between a rock and a hard place. It would be so difficult to make hard choices...
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"Dora... Dora was an actress. She traveled 'round the country, 'round the world, puttin' on shows." He paused. Hesitating. Uncertain. Pained. "She didn't care for Dodge much. It wasn't nothin' compared to some of the fancy places she'd been... but she kept comin' back. For me." It was like tearing open an old wound, the sudden revisiting pain so sharp, so real. "I - cared for her."
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A lost love. She could feel herself misting up already. Reaching out, she laid a hand over his.
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"She died. Was murdered, before I was brought here."
And the last words their shared had been unpleasant. Had been her begging him to stay. Had been him telling her he had go...
He still blamed himself. If he'd been there when Spike had come through, if he'd been with her....
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She squeezed his hand, biting her lip, not sure what to say. Oh, she just never did well with this sort of thing.
"Well, at least now you have a place for new beginnings."
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Each time he died.
But she was trying to be helpful, he knew. Trying to be comforting, and he appreciated it.
He nodded, swallowed... tried to find something nice to say. His eyes tracked around the room, looking at anything but her - and spotted a familiar face, sitting in a booth across the way.
Great timing, that Elias.
"I'm doin' my best, Miss Trinket," he said, refocusing on her, working to find a small smile for her and gently extracting his hand from hers. "If ya'll forgive me now, I see Elias over there, and I should probably go say hello."
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"Uhhh..." Was it bad form to wish other Tributes good luck still? Oh well. "Good luck then."