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Hell hath no fury like an 11 year old
Who| Clementine and Dave, Clementine and OTA
What| Clementine finds out she's not a victor
Where| the District 6 suite
When| A few days after the Ship mini-arena
Warnings/Notes|
[Open in D6]
[The anger is palpable in Clementine's small frame. All the relief of winning the mini-arena has turned to ashes in her mouth with the revelation that neither she nor any of the other winners are Victors. They won't get to be mentors, they won't get out of the next arena. They're going to have to do it all over again after all.
Sure, she's going to get some kind of special care package in the next arena, whatever that means (and she's curious, she is, just she's so furious right now) as well as immunity but...
They didn't warn them before, they let them all believe they were safe from having to die over and over again for days, they let them believe they had a chance of escape when they were fighting for survival on board that ship.
It's amazing the new depths the Capitol can sink to.
Clementine drops the gift basket on the coffee table in the middle of the District 6 suite. She barely wants any of what's inside, better to let her district mates enjoy what's in it if they can. Especially the champagne, because really? It just shows how little concern these people have for them that they put that in her basket.]
[Closed to Dave]
[It shouldn't have been so hard for the two of them to run into each other, they were to and fro in each others Districts often enough after all. But Clementine and Dave seemed to have managed to keep passing each other by like two ships in the night (and that analogy is not a fun one right now) so far.
The memory of what happened to him is probably the worst one she carries of that day. She can't help thinking that if only she'd been stronger, if only she could have pulled herself up, if she could've just...
There had been six winners, six, and as awful as it is she wishes more of them had been her friends. Even though they didn't get to be Victors this time round it would have at least spared them the horror of dying again.
So when she opens the door out of the suite and Dave's right there she's momentarily frozen in place.]
What| Clementine finds out she's not a victor
Where| the District 6 suite
When| A few days after the Ship mini-arena
Warnings/Notes|
[Open in D6]
[The anger is palpable in Clementine's small frame. All the relief of winning the mini-arena has turned to ashes in her mouth with the revelation that neither she nor any of the other winners are Victors. They won't get to be mentors, they won't get out of the next arena. They're going to have to do it all over again after all.
Sure, she's going to get some kind of special care package in the next arena, whatever that means (and she's curious, she is, just she's so furious right now) as well as immunity but...
They didn't warn them before, they let them all believe they were safe from having to die over and over again for days, they let them believe they had a chance of escape when they were fighting for survival on board that ship.
It's amazing the new depths the Capitol can sink to.
Clementine drops the gift basket on the coffee table in the middle of the District 6 suite. She barely wants any of what's inside, better to let her district mates enjoy what's in it if they can. Especially the champagne, because really? It just shows how little concern these people have for them that they put that in her basket.]
[Closed to Dave]
[It shouldn't have been so hard for the two of them to run into each other, they were to and fro in each others Districts often enough after all. But Clementine and Dave seemed to have managed to keep passing each other by like two ships in the night (and that analogy is not a fun one right now) so far.
The memory of what happened to him is probably the worst one she carries of that day. She can't help thinking that if only she'd been stronger, if only she could have pulled herself up, if she could've just...
There had been six winners, six, and as awful as it is she wishes more of them had been her friends. Even though they didn't get to be Victors this time round it would have at least spared them the horror of dying again.
So when she opens the door out of the suite and Dave's right there she's momentarily frozen in place.]
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"Lobster without caviar is criminal." she declares before more quietly leaning in to ask him, "What's caviar?"
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"I'm sure they'll offer only the best for celebrity socialites such as ourselves." He chooses to ignore the way the driver furrows his brows. "Decadence. Pure decadence. Also, fish eggs." He nods leaning forward to pay when the cab finally stops only to be waved off. With a shrug he jumps out his side and sprints around to open the door for Clem. "Quickly now, gotta get those eggs while they're fresh and juicy."
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"Are you kidding? Fish eggs?" Clementine says, breaking character momentarily. That sounds so gross! Why would anyone do that? Why would anyone even think to try that in the first place? Then she remembers she's supposed to be in character, "Er, right! We must."
She hops out of the taxi and stares up at the front of the restaurant. It's really fancy looking. "Hope there's not a line."
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He rambles on as they step toward the restaurant, letting out a low whistle before stepping ahead of her to open the door for her like the gentleman he is. "A line for one of the benevolent victors of the most recent Arenas?" He makes sure to raise his voice at the last part of the sentence before he strides ahead, brandishing the certificate like it's a police badge. Of course, doing so ensures good service, with all the Capitol simpering and gushing about their precious friendship and how brave Clementine is and how selfless Dave is and blah. Blah. Blaaah.
However, a table is set aside for them so Dave can wave them off airily and they're given a moment to peruse the menus alone. Finally. Dave pulls up his menu so he can tilt his head down to give her a deadpan stare before tilting his head back up to point at something familiar. "There. Caviar. We should get a bucket of it and rub it on our faces, so good for the skin, you know."
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Clementine walks beside him, listening appreciatively and letting out an occasional helpless giggle at Dave's professional level antics. She tries to look calm and cool, lifting her chin at the simpering and sticking her tongue out at the servers when their backs are turned.
The menu has a lot of very fancy sounding dishes on it and a lot of words she's not sure of but when she looks over at Dave she's grinning, daring. "We have to, it'd be insulting if we didn't."
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It's hard to roll with it, but when Dave lets himself get lost in the parody it's easier to stop feeling shy about it. He hardly cares what these assholes think about him, so he isn't exactly adhering to any standards.
"Maybe we can do that with our after dinner mints." He suggests, straightening as a waiter approaches. "Mmyes an apple juice for the gentleman and.." Uh. "And for the lady, thank you. We shall wave you over when we are ready to bathe in decadence. Carry on." He waves the waiter off with their drink order and sets his menu down so he can drag a skinny finger down the selections. "I can't seem to find the word for 'burger' or 'pizza'."
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The same with the act altogether, it's not what she's used to engaging in but it's fun with Dave and it's definitely taking their minds off what they just went through.
"I can seem to find a word of English." Clementine says, turning the menu upside down as if it will make more sense that way. "Cheese flat bread?"
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"That is offensive to me, I am offended by it." The deadpan is really convincing there, Dave. The waiter returns with their drinks and sets them down, looking expectant for an order and, despite some delay, Dave thinks fast.
"Yes, my good man, I would like something almost entirely composed of meat and cheese, if you please." His lip quirks at the accidental rhyme. "The lady will have something incredibly delicious, ground-breakingly good. I want it to be so delicious that it changes her life and perception of food forever." He glances toward Clem at the order and back to the waiter who just looks confused. "Oh and don't skimp on the garlic bread and those dinner rolls with the butter. Yeah? Good man."
He waves him off again before focusing entirely on Clem. "I'm so hungry my stomach is eating itself. It's so trite. Cliche. Gauche." Snobby words.
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That's her thought process for the next thirty seconds before she realises Dave's talking again. Will she ever get over being able to enjoy fresh baked goods after two years without? Probably not. If it weren't for the arenas Clementine would probably have put some good weight on her bones by now.
"Me too, I'm starving. I could eat an entire chicken."