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thecapitol2013-01-22 06:03 pm
itswhoyouare) wrote in thecapitol2013-01-22 06:03 pm
Entry tags:
get up, get up, get up
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.
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.
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"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."
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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.