thecapitol | Are you, Are you coming to the tree? [Open!]

Finnick had on a fresh dress shirt and black pants that his stylist had picked out for him to wear that day. When he walked out into the hallway of the District 4 suite he saw a familiar and famous girl just walk pass his door. Could that be-? A smirk came to his lips. The one and only Katniss Everdeen. The most innocent victor to grace the Games since Annie.

Putting on his Finnick the Sex Object front he quietly strolled up behind her and purred in her ear, "If you were looking for my bedroom you just passed it, Miss Everdeen."

Her expression becomes one of confusion. She has to think a minute. She feels like she's seen this guy's face before. Maybe a former victor? They tended to be around the Capitol, close to their fans if they decided. It takes her a minute, given that she's pretty angry about being in the Capitol period. The name Finnick Odair registers. Have an eyeroll, Finnick.

His smirk was incredibly off putting. It served the purpose of creeping her out and moving behind her didn't do him any favors.

"I wasn't looking but thanks for the tip." There was a slight bite to her tone, but she tried to keep it subtle for the sake of not coming across as threatening. Though she had to admit that enemies here didn't matter to her either way. It would only help her figure out that line if she met him in the arena.

Edited (because I'm already messing up her characterization /sob) 2012-05-02 23:25 (UTC)

"Well, sweetheart, you're on the fourth floor." Finnick was still standing uncomfortably close to her as he spoke. His tone was as casual as an old friend. "I wouldn't expect another victor to wander up here unless they were looking for a good time." Yes, Katniss - that was suppose to make you feel awkward.

Finnick checked out the new victor standing in front of him, making it obvious that his eyes are examining her head to toe before meeting her face again- most Capitol women blush from it, but she just seems to be made slightly uneasy. She looked rather frazzled, probably from having just won a Games and being back in the Capitol so soon. He felt bad for the girl really. She was so new and fresh to the life of a victor and now the game was all changing.

"So where'd those pretty little-girl dresses go?" she had definitely made a complete shift from that homely look to another Capitol influenced victor. "Don't get me wrong, you pull off the sexy woman look real well, but I almost didn't recognize you."

"I was bored." Her tone is casual, meeting his obvious sarcasm with her own. His obvious attempt at making her blush wasn't working and she was sticking to that. Shrugging, she sizes him up as well, half vulnerable and embarrassed at his head to toe examination and also slightly provoked by it. He had many lovers in the Capitol, she knew that much, so one girl was nothing special to him. She felt like an antelope being sized up by a lion, and definitely not in a good way.

"Maybe I out grew them." She just keeps her gaze locked on his, noting quietly that they were a striking shade of green that she'd never seen before. No wonder he had so many fans. Okay, maybe this scrutiny was making her blush just a bit.

"Oh yes you did." He purred as he once again checked her out with his eyes, noticing that she did have quite the figure when dressed to show it off. She was going to be a hard nut to crack despite being an open book with all the gossip going about, but still he kept his front up at all times to at least keep her out of his secrets.

"Have you been down to the parties yet?" Though he is sure he would have heard about it from Mags or someone if she had been spotted already.

"You ought to go down with me," the idea suddenly occurred to him. "Think of the stir the two of us would cause being seen together." Annie was staying in the suite for as long as she possibly could and even if she saw him with Katniss, she'd know what he was doing. "I'm sure it would benefit both of us." He added a wink at the end of that, still standing very much inside her personal boundaries despite leaning against the wall as he spoke.

She just keeps her cool, resisting the urge for another snarky come back. He just kept right on going with the flirting. "No. I haven't been. I'm not much for those sorts of things. This is my first time in the Capitol since my first Games." It stung a bit to think that she'd probably be going into the arena a second time if she was unlucky enough, from the sounds of how things were right now. It made her feel more nervous and uneasy about being here.

He was laying it on pretty thick, inviting her to some party where he had the advantage of knowing people there and she didn't. They would probably be the talk of the Capitol if she played his game and went with him. She did want to figure out where Haymitch had wandered off to. Knowing him, it was to wherever there was alcohol.

"I'm sure we'd make quite the splash." She couldn't help rolling her eyes. He was frustrating and all she wanted to do was to scurry on back to her safe haven that was the District 12 Quarters. She shouldn't have wandered this far down.

"So that's a yes?" He hadn't expected to win this stiff one over easily, so he kept going. "I'm not one to brag, but I can count the number of times a girl has turned me down on one hand. Especially when I'm asking her to a party." Finnick still stood exceptionally close to Katniss as he spoke, his seductive eyes always locked with hers, whether she was avoiding his gaze or not. "So it'd really hurt my feelings if you say no."

"I mean, you know how all of this works, right?" He turned his head slightly so he could examine her out of the corner of his eye. "You'll want attention because for some of us, it isn't about if sponsors like your tribute. It's if they like you." And while watching Katniss' build up until her time in the arena, he could see through her and noticed she was struggling with personality. "These Capitol people flock to victors and it's really not the tributes who win over their sponsorship."

He threw in his closing argument, "Anyway, I wouldn't want to be you going down there alone now. Not every victor is going to be as fun as I am." He paused to look around. "And I don't see Peeta so why don't you let me escort you down until he shows up? I assure you, I'm a professional." He smirked as he closed with a wink. His stance was still seductive and relaying the message of 'I'm interested in you' which could be taken in a number of ways, but usually perceived in only one when in the Capitol.

"Like I have a choice. Being seen with you could work in both our favors." She'd just disappear the minute she saw a sign of Peeta. That would be her main goal for this whole affair. She did have a dress on that was suitable for an event like this.

"So, if I go to this thing with you are you going to keep being so hideously flirty?" That was her basically telling you she doesn't buy what your selling, Finnick Odair.

Finnick smirked, "So that is a yes."

"I'll stop being hideously flirty if you just pretend to like my company." He leaned in for a moment to speak softly in her ear. "It’s all just acting in the end after all." To suggest that everyone there is simply pretending. The victors, the Capitol citizens, everyone. He hoped she would catch on then that he wasn’t going to pull anything funny on her.

"Shall we?" He turned and offered his arm to her.

That smile made her want to hit him. He was too cocky. "Sure, why not."

She shrugs, not committing to any kind of enthusiasm in the least. She did not get excited about these things even if Cinna often dressed her to the nines. "I'll pretend to like your company when I'm sure you're not going to stab me in the back."

Her words were frank and her tone was venomous and yet calm all in the same breath. She just takes his arm in answer, falling into a stony silence. She didn't trust him - couldn't trust anyone besides Peeta, really. She would protect him. That was the goal of all this.

"Katniss!"

Effie was truly thrilled to have a victor. They had finally managed to get, well, somewhere.

She just wished her victor wasn't so hard to keep track of. Not that Haymitch was much better.

It must be something about District 12. Though Peeta was much better behaved.

Oh. Great. Effie! It was a start, at least.

"Hey. Where is everyone?" She's noticably tense, if you can't tell Effie. She'd still rather be anywhere but here in the Capitol, despite knowing some of the whys and the hows of why she was there. It didn't mean she had to like it.

Edited 2012-05-02 23:26 (UTC)

"Well, I'm trying to get something together. Just, you know, a little party." Hopefully a little party that would get them some attention. They were already out for this round, but she was hoping that maybe, in the next round, they'd have more luck.

"If you aren't doing anything, I could certainly use the help."

"I guess." If she said no, would Effie insist anyway? The woman was her ticket to getting sponsors, naturally so it didn't hurt. She was more worried about leaving this place alive than any silly frivolous party but she'd put up with it for now.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Well, you just showing your face would be nice. No one can appreciate it while you're sulking around up here..." She paused, reaching over to rub a spot off of Katniss's cheek.

"...although maybe we should get you to your prep team before heading out."

"Sure. Whatever gets sponsors, right?" She'd done that whole song and dance once before and would do it again.

"What's wrong with this?" Sure it wasn't some frivolous sparkly dress but Cinna had picked out her entire wardrobe. It was day clothes and maybe some preparation would help as well. She just was half nervous about facing all of those people and half unsure of herself. Both negatives.

"Oh, that's the attitude!" Effie chirped, giving Katniss a wide smile.

"Well there's nothing wrong with the dress dear. It's just your face." She paused, realizing that that was a little, well...blunt. "I mean, you have a lovely face, you just need...hmm. Come here."

Effie could probably get this taken care of, at least to a reasonable level, with out having to track down any of the prep team.

"Oh." Thanks Effie. She sighs, letting Effie look around for someone to remedy such a travesty as her face. Far be it for her to put a damper on things. It was Effie's job to get her sponsors as much as it was Haymitch's

"Here, just sit here." Effie gestured to a chair, before rushing back to her room to grab a few things. Katniss was much darker than Effie, but she had a feeling she could manage with what she had.

Hurrying back, heels tapping, she dumped a handful of makeup, hair pins and more on the small end table next to Katniss.

When Derek entered the room, all he could think of was Emily. In fact, she was all he could think off. He had wanted to sit in his room and grieve for his friend but that was apparently not allowed. He looked around and immediately saw a blond girl that kinda reminded him of his friend, JJ.

Ah...tough, kick-ass JJ. He missed his friends dearly.

She looked a little sad to him, maybe even a little lonely. She had a tight smile plastered across her face, looking somewhat friendly but her eyes tell a different story. She would rather be anywhere but here...and he knew exactly how she felt.

Note: Derek is from the show 'Criminal Minds' and he just saw his friend, Emily died in the games. He doesn't know that people can come back to life after being killed in the Games so he's grieving.

Another Capitol citizen? Or maybe a guest? She knew that there were people from other places besides her own and to actually meet someone she's pretty sure isn't from Panem is both unnerving and relaxing at the same time. He didn't know what to expect of the place. She'd have the advantage in that.

She tried to soften her expression, play the game - make some allies. That would be this type of situation right? Haymitch would be a better judge of who was an ally and who was an enemy than her. She'd have to ask him later.

She takes a moment to size this guy up when she notices him.

"You new?" A simple and direct question to start. It was better than nothing, right?

[ooc:Also... Katniss is brunette not blonde! Sorry for any confusion :3]

Opps! Sorry. I knew she was a brunette but my brain didn't process that information right. Again, sorry.

"Yes," he said quietly.

Derek was never uncomfortable to be at a party like this but this time, he was. It only goes to show how unnerving this place was. Everything about this place, this world - Panem - made his stomach churn. The worst part was that the people seemed to enjoy and love their own people killing each other on national TV like it was just another horrible reality TV show.

"I'm Derek," he continued, stretching his hand out. "I'm a federal agent. Are you from here?"

Annie had been wandering the hallways, pointedly avoiding returning to the party she'd been at most of the day. She can't remember where she left her shoes, but the carpet is soft and squishy between her bare toes; far better than the steep stilettos her stylist had strapped to her that morning. Plus she likes the paintings on the walls here, so she's fairly content to remain vaguely lost. The crowds and the noise and the televisions and the cameras have all been a little too much, and she'd had to get away.

It's wandering the hallway - she can't even be sure where she'd been going at first - that she spies the other girl at a near distance. She blinks at her a moment, thinks that this girl looks incredibly familiar though she's quite certain they have never met.

Annie does her best not to see, not to pay attention; not to people in the Capitol, not to the Games. But the world is saturated. Inundated. She would have had to be living under a rock to not know who Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, was. And much as she often wishes she had been, Annie had not been under a rock for the past year.

She almost panics at first, unsure if she should even say hello. Katniss was so... new to all of this. Annie doesn't expect the other girl to even know who she is. She never expects anyone to know, really, but they often do. But she simply doesn't want to trouble the girl any more than she probably is. Then again, Annie is looking right at her. It would be strange to pretend that she hasn't been staring. But maybe she is a little strange, since all she does is stare at her, still too nervous to speak.

Katniss isn't sure she knows who the girl is anymore than she herself might be recognizable to her. It takes her a minute to realize she's being stared at and she stops a minute, sizing the other girl up. She has small delicate features and a frailty about her. It reminds her a bit of Prim in the way that the drop of a pin might send her reeling back, almost like a caged and frightened animal.

Katniss can't help studying the girl with her mess of dark hair and mossy green eyes. She doesn't seem hostile.

"Hey." The girl is practically staring off in space now and it's only slightly unnerving. She wishes she could lose her thoughts as easily, to not think about this place and the people in it.

She startles at the greeting, even though she knows she probably shouldn't have. She has to take a small calming little breath before she replies, just to try and pretend that she hadn't been startled for no reason, even though it's a pretty futile attempt and Annie knows it.

"Hello," she says and tries to smile, but it probably comes across as looking a little terrified, so she tries to cover it up by continuing to speak, but she can't think of anything to say so she settles on asking the first thing that comes to mind. "Are you....are you Katniss?"

The girl seemed jittery, frightened almost. She can practically see the gears turning in her head as she withdraws and attempts to calm herself.

"Yeah, Katniss Everdeen. You?" She was sensing a pattern today of running across people she was 90 percent sure she didn't know or hadn't seen from previous games. She wasn't sure about this girl anymore than the girl was sure about her.

"I... um... Annie," she tells her and as though if for half a second she had almost forgotten, and then moves to smooth out the imaginary creases in her dress as she continued to explain. "I... we haven't met I don't think. I'm from District 4."

"District 4... then you would be Annie Cresta?" She remembers some of the Games before hers. Annie's had been the 70th, if she remembered correctly.

"Ugh, Does Finnick always act so weird?" She had to ask. They were from the same District so Annie knew him best. Finnick had been annoying her the second she met him.

Her eyes go wide at the mention of Finnick. She's always so afraid she will say the wrong things to the wrong people about him, and she has no idea if she can trust this girl to keep anything secret should Annie accidentally slip up and say more than she should.

"I am, yes," she nods at the question about her name. "And he's... um, Finnick is very friendly, I guess you could say."

Katniss thinks about this for a minute, the girl seemed nervous all of a sudden. She couldn't be that horrible to be around, right? She tries to give her a soft smile, hopefully come across as less threatening - though not sure why she'd care if she was threatening or not - and more friendly.

"Yeah, he's friendly alright. Does he always act that weird around people? Or is it just people he wants to freak out?" She caught on fairly quickly he was just sizing her up, fresh meat and all.

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Assuming she's in capitol clothing...^^;;

Cinna dresses her well~

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