get up, get up, get up

[itswhoyouare]

WHO| Anna Morasca, anyone else
WHAT| It's a Capitol life for us...
WHEN| Any time after her death in the Cornucopia
WHERE| Here, there, everywhere
WARNING/NOTES| Kind of a catch-all post for Anna to meet/thread with various people who are from the Capitol and/or those who have died so far so I don't spam the community with ten thousand posts. I'll have different threads for different locations etc.

Unlike her first death in the Arena, this time it was much quicker. So much so that she barely felt a thing, and while it was a blessing in disguise, she was upset. Upset for letting her guard down and getting herself killed so quickly. For not being able to help Eliot in time like she promised.

And now he was back in the Capitol and probably already on his way to being passed around like a joint at a rave. It sickened her watching the recaps on the television screens. As much as she hated it, she continued to watch for her friends. Howard, Dean, Donatello. Even for Wyatt and Lindsey. She'd managed to convince a few sponsors to send Howard and Dean some items in the arena, and that was about all she could do.

Anna wasn't spending much time in front of the television, even if it helped her to study the others. She had work to do.

Comments

on the roof;

[itswhoyouare]

Sometimes it feels like the only way to get some peaceful solitude around the Capitol is to either hide in her room or go to the roof. Snow and chill be damned, she wants quiet.

Anna's bundled up and sitting on a bench on the roof, just watching the skyline.

training center;

[itswhoyouare]

Just like her routines back home, Anna does her training and workouts here. Some day she'll probably try to find a sparring partner so she doesn't get out of practice.

Re: training center;

[vissernone]

Eva knows it's no use. Any Tributes here will probably avoid her, thinking that she's just looking for information to pass down to her District's offerings. Still, there's something she likes about the training center. It's unpretentious - no one pretends they're here to do anything but kill each other.

Being only a Mentor, she doesn't really use the equipment anymore, but she does walk around. She passes behind the punching bags and taps them, making them swing on their chains, stopping as she sees one of the Tributes already dead back. Unlucky soul.

"Hello," she calls. "Fresh from the morgue?"

[itswhoyouare]

Anna notices Eva the moment she enters the room. Anna's at the end of the punching bag line, knocking the bag around a considerable amount for her size and she doesn't stop even when addressed.

"How'd you know?" Her tone is dripping with annoyed sarcasm and she even rolls her eyes.

[vissernone]

"The fact that your vacation to the Frozone has ended so early." She smiles. "Anna, isn't it? Anna Morasca?"

the speakeasy;

[itswhoyouare]

Some days, Anna admits defeat and allows herself to get a drink. Of all the places to go, she finds The Speakeasy to be the most comfortable even if she doesn't exactly realize just why that is.

After all, what better place for a passionate, headstrong rebel than a rebellion safe haven.

Re: the speakeasy;

[tailforbrains]

Neeshka knows better than to attempt to approach Anna in the training center. There's weapons there, after all. But at the clubs and bars, it's totally fair game, and nobody can even take a swing at anybody else without getting thrown out, much less take a knife or an arrow or something to them.

So when she spots Anna somewhere "safe" while she's enjoying an ale that sorta-kinda tastes like something from home purchased on stolen money, she saunters up and gives her a little prod in the hip with her tail-tip, if Anna isn't quick to sidle out of the way. "So I hear somebody's holding a grudge," she began without preamble.

[itswhoyouare]

Of course Neeshka's there to taunt her. Just Anna's luck and she knows that swinging at her is a bad idea, so she'll just bite the bullet and play nice.

The prod in her hip makes her whip around to face Neeshka, an eerily calm sort of expression on her face with a disgustingly pleasant tone to boot. Anyone with half a brain would be creeped out.

"It's not a grudge, why would you say somethin' like that?"

[tailforbrains]

That would require Neeshka to have a sense of self-preservation when it comes to catty women. Neeshka has it when it comes to the arena, or to men who are larger and meaner than she is when she doesn't have backup, but catty women? Not so much. She just leans casually on the bar, grinning toothily.

"A little birdie told me you were complaining about me to people," she drawls. And by "people" she pretty much means "Wyatt", but that sounds less impressive.

[itswhoyouare]

Anna's normally far from the catty type, but she's not having the best day right now and Neeshka just irritates her without fail.

"Did I hurt your feelings?" She snarked, taking a sip of her drink before letting the forced smile fade. "Let's just say that people like you aren't exactly my favorite type."

[tailforbrains]

"What, people who like staying alive?" Neeshka rolls her eyes. "All I did to you besides what the game people, you know, make us do. You would've done the same to me, if it came down to it. Anybody would."

Neeshka's ideas of the human (or elven, or tiefling, or whatever) race are not particularly charitable. Then again, when you spend your whole life being mocked, spat on, and chased away from places, that's probably not surprising.