thecapitol | And all the people hurried fast, real fast [OPEN]

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And all the people hurried fast, real fast [OPEN]

Who; Rose and Open!
What; Rose exploring, attempting to make new friends??
When; The Days after Rose leaves the arena
Where; Mostly around the tributes tower, possibly around the capitol if you prefer I am coo with whatev
Warnings/Notes; Trolls are Rose's trigger, so. Be aware it's gunna be neg CR for any Trolls? And unsure face at any other aliens.

Rose has only been out of the arena for a few days, and it's a few days she's spent mostly by herself, reflecting as well as trying to find out what she can about this new place. The news of District 3's annihilation is still new enough that she hears it, stores it away. There's obvious unrest in this place and she can practically hear the whispers of rebellion. Good, she might need something to do.

Because reflecting is more just her beating herself up. She had lost controlled completely, let herself be devoured by a power she's tried so hard to tame. Se doesn't blame Bro for what he did, after all, when there's a rabid animal, you put it down. He did what he needed to do, and she can't hold it against him.

So Rose tries to occupy her time with wandering, exploring where ever she can get into. It's not too hard, she's a tribute, though she's quickly found the way the Capitol people so easily recognise her, the hushed whispered and obvious staring to be an annoyance, making her feel even more unsettled. So she spends little time outside of the tribute tower, prefering to go out in shades and a headscarf when she does leave.

But the tower has more than enough to study, from rooms to people, Rose studying anyone she runs into to try and judge if they'll be worth her time should she speak to them

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Rose's own hunger eventually guides her to the kitchen, brushing past the avoxes she encounters like someone who's a true Capitolite. She can tell that's how it's supposed to be, just like she knows contact between her and them is only going to ever impact their lives so. She'll leave them be, for now.

Whatever's being cooked smells absolutely delicious and Rose follows her nose and finds. A girl, fairly young Rose thinks, and something about the way she holds herself lets Rose know she's not an avox and well. She might as well speak.

"Hello. I didn't realise other would be down here."

She looked up, seeing a fresh new face just rolling through the Avoxes. That did annoy her a little, think of Azula, but what the hell. No point in already jumping to conclusions right off.

"Hungry. Only way you're gonna get something good is cooking it yourself. You hungry?"

Right now Rose isn't looking to make too many waves, at least not so openly. Better to play along and get her bearings before she starts to push those unsaid boundaries.

"I've heard that," not that she can say it's completely true, her mastery of the kitchen still at a very beginners stage. But hey at least she can cook pasta without setting it on fire. "I could eat. But don't feel you have to share, I wouldn't expect you to with someone you just met. That smells like it would have taken quite some time."

"It did, but its a whole chicken, and I don't trust keeping leftovers because they'll just be gone. We have a few 'growing boys' in my District, and the chicken wouldn't last half that time. Besides, its sorta my job to ease people back into civilian life, I guess."

Maybe not, but it was a lot better than having people stumbling around.'

"What's your name?"

"Yes, I suppose it becomes hard to monitor property in a place like this. Kind of like a shared house in many ways." A crack of the lips in a faint smile. "I wonder who will be the first to start leaving passive aggressive post it notes."

She takes a seat on a stool that's been set by the counter, studying the room carefully. "Rose. District 8," she adds as an after thought. "What do you mean by it's your job to ease people back into this?"

"Yeah, you could say that. It sort of helps to have a kinship with them that way. Sharing a place with a bunch of strangers? Not so fun, you know?"

Mindy added a bit of rosemary and thyme and placed the chicken back in the over. "Mindy Macready. My job meaning I'm a mentor. I won an Arena a few months back."

"Understandable. And it seems alliances can be advised." Not that Rose is so certain she's going to go for it. Sure it helps knowing that no one should theoretically stay dead but still. "Which District, if I may ask?"

"The one before this?"

"Alliances are a tricky thing. I'd say use your best judgement there. Sometimes people can be unreliable."

Herself included.

"District nine, sorry. But no, not the one before this one, the one before THAT one. The one before this one actually had four winners, one of my own tributes included."

"I'm sure they're a necessary evil." But she already has one in mind, and adding to that small group will only cause issues.

"Don't be. You'd know Dave Strider then." Rose can work with that after all. There's already a plot she's been forming since she found out Dave was still here, and that meant he was going back into the arena next time. "Why so many for the last one? It seems this competition is supposed to thrive with their only being a single victor." She's heard the rumors of unrest caused by the 74th's ending.

"Oh they are," Mindy insisted. "I never said you shouldn't, just be careful. You never want to rely too much on them when the herd starts to thin."

It sounded, though, like Rose already had a plan in motion.

"Yeah, he's one of the District guys. I like him well enough, barely get to talk to him though. I didn't get the last one though, to be honest. You go from one where only one wins, to four. The Capitol's reasons always evade me."

"That's what I was considering," she confesses, with a slight nod. When it gets down to it there'll be a time where it's eventually turn away from your alliances or pay the price of loyalty. And there are little few she can honestly say she'd make that choice over.

"Shocking." Another wry smile. "I've found him to over talk most of the times, not under talk." Even if most of it was inane babbling. And Rose nods again, looking thoughtful. "Keeping us on our toes perhaps? Which Districts won that last one?"

"Good. It's not going to be the only thing in your way, but that's definitely a good place to start. You seem to be pretty ready for whatever these fuckers are going to throw at you. Are you a fighter, back on your world?"

She grinned. "Oh, I meant I miss him, he's a busy guy. But for the winners? Hans from District 5, Eliot Spencer from District 3, Wyatt Earp from District 10, and one of my own, Harley Quinn."

"I've gathered that much so far." After all, even if her stay in it was short she's already played on arena and she's seen what they can do to her so far. She'll have to be on her guard more. "A little yes. Not openly, at least not yet." She doesn't want to start dropping the Rebellion word just yet, just in case the walls have ears. She doesn't need any extra attention yet.

"Oh. Yes, he has a habit of keeping himself occupied." She thinks. The memories of that life are always hazy, more so after the Scratch. "Not really any of the Capitol's supposed favourites then. Hmm."

She liked her, so far. Mindy pulled out the chicken, already starting to carve it up.

"Good. Not openly, huh? That makes me have to guess about you. Sounds like you might have been into some heavy shit. Light meat or dark?"

She shrugged. "To be a favorite of the Capitol you have to eat, breath and live it, or at least have the charisma and the ability to keep people's asses in the seats to watch."

"Still at a stage where it's wiser to keep certain things under wraps and watch how the cards play out, so to speak." Rose just smiles mysteriously, not willing to give anymore away at this stage. "Dark, thank you."

"I meant I'd heard that Districts 1 and 2 were favourites, of sorts, of the Capitol. Or was that just before?"

"I thought that too," Mindy commented, and left it at that. "Girl after my own heart. Dark meat it is."

She started to cut. "I don't know a ton about how things were before never ending quell. What I know is that things are pretty bad all over. You might have come just as the tide was starting to change. Aren't you grateful?"

Rose can't help the little heh of laughter that escapes her at Mindy calling her girl. AT 37 Rose was pretty certain she was far beyond that, woman a more fitting title, but it's not anything of importance so.

"I've picked up things, here and there. My stylist seems more than happy to chat about some subjects." But Rose could tell when he was avoiding things. "Depends. Not all tidal changes are welcome ones. Care to clarify a little more for me?"

Woman may have been a more fitting title, but who went around saying that? Besides, Mindy only had one idea of a woman with a capital W, and anyone reaching that level was fairly unlikely.

"Whose the stylist in your-you know what, never mind. Far as I'm concerned there's only one stylist worth mentioning. As for what I was saying, well. People are starting to buck a little under the pressures of the Capitol. Only a matter of time before the Capitol retaliates in a big way."

"And which one is that?" she asks, a shred of curiosity genuinely forming. This is gossip, really, but there can always be something useful hidden in gossip.

Rose snorts softly, her smile wry as she leans an elbow against the counter. "So. Out of the frying pan and into the fire it seems. But surely they would have predicted some hiccups. I doubt most people would have elected to leave their homes and loved ones for this if asked."

"I'm guessing Jolie, the only stylist worth a damn in this place. The one with the best attitude too, and he'll tell you if your shit sucks. Doesn't make a bad looking women either."

Considering she came from NYC, that was saying a lot.

"Oh, they know how to deal with Hiccups. Swiftly. They make an example. But this one was pretty big. They'll need a lot of suppression to make us remember everything's in order."

"Oh yes, we've met. He's in charge of my district apparently." A slight smile. "He seems interesting, to say the least. Very forward, but also happy to give information. And his taste is excellent."

"Yes that seems to be the typical way of dealing with them." But Rose is wiser than to speak firmly on either side of this discussion, her smile tight. The walls have ears and there is always someone listening. "I suppose we'll just have to see how this all plays out. Hopefully in their favour, I'm sure."

"We don't have anyone nearly that interesting in my District for a stylist. They come and go, no big deal. I agree about his taste."

She snorted, but nodded. "Yeah, of course. Because if its in their favor, its in ours too. The less we fuck up, the least likely we have to see any of our own strung up."

That was just a fact, whether she liked the Capitol or not (she doesn't).

"And I assume they all have different ideas on what looks best?"

"Mhmm," she hums, nodding slightly. There's wisdom in what Mindy says, and Rose is a little intrigued to see that coming from someone so young. But she's right, a government who feels like they're incontrol is less likely to seek to make examples out of others.

That doesn't mean things can't be done in the shadows to make them unstable of course. It's just a matter of picking the moments, so the house of cards comes down all as one, rather than in pieces that can be rebuilt.

"So have you been here long?" she adds, steering the conversation carefully.

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"Well sure. No one has the same style, and we're in the Capitol. You figure that the way a stylist gets known is how they showcase their tribute. So they have to make us stand out. It's like we're in a dog show."

For the moment, biding her time was a struggle. She had already seen a few of her friends harmed by the Capitol as a lesson and the failure of one to surface again. Mindy had thought not getting embroiled with feelings was possible, buy clearly this wasn't the case. Those bastards were going to do whatever they wanted.

"Depends on who you ask. There are quite a few people newer than me, but some of the older are still kicking around. I'll even admit, there are people who have been here longer still running around in the Arenas. I was just resourceful enough to get out after my second run."

And smart enough. And lucky enough.

"Yes, from what little I've seen it almost seems like Fashion Week on some sort of steroid." It was all a bit over the top to Rose and it's partially that and her disliking how these strangers all seem to know who she is. She had never been too fond of fame despite sending years as a known name.

"People seem to come and go then?" she'll have to keep this all in mind, and try to track down those who've been here the longest. See what else they can tell her that Mindy isn't aware of. Or is holding back on, either or. Not that she feels like the girl is.

"Did you come in mid way through your first?" Either way it's impressive. And incredibly lucky Rose knows that much. It would have taken a lot of quick planning and even more good fortune to get that sort of success so quickly.

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