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Clementine ([personal profile] smarterthanthem) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-07-28 07:06 pm

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.]
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-08-23 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
It's funny how things went from miserable to fun in about twenty minutes. It's a relief more than anything. He hadn't been very close to Clem before, but it feels like they click well and travel in the same unfortunate circles enough to sort of fall into swing with each other. It's comforting, kind of probably what normal friends feel like.

"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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[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-08-27 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Would I lie to you, Cleminem? They put 'em in sushi and stuff, you know. Japanese food. It's all full of fishy goodness. You know tuna makes your brain work better? Fascinating. Never touch the stuff."

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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[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-08-31 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
Dave just scrunches his mouth at the question, both because he doesn't have an answer and because the idea of them tasting like chicken eggs seems strange. Clem, you're weird.

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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[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-09-03 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
It's cathartic, that's for sure. The fall he took in the arena is the furthest thing from his mind and he's pretty damn glad he can look at Clem without remembering the look she gave him for doing it. No bad thoughts, only eggs

"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.