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thecapitol2014-07-31 12:54 am
fuckingcool) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-31 12:54 am
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[OPEN] Everybody get some cherry candy yum-yum
Who| Oceana and all y'all
What| it's between arenas, and everyone's favorite trash mermaid is a bit restless.
Where| the Tribute Center during the day, and a swanky bar in the Capitol in the evening.
When| 7/31
Warnings/Notes| Language??
one. daytime
There are definitely other things Oceana needs to be working on right now. After all, the next Arena is never far out of sight, and her tributes will need things to wear. But if she has to spend another minute holed up in her workshop she's pretty sure she's going to flip her lid. So she decides to strut her stuff around the tower instead, making the rounds--peeking in on some friends and making some social calls dressed in a black catsuit, giant rhinestone belt, patent leather pumps and a positively huge blonde wig that doesn't appear to have been brushed, ever.
She also finds herself making a kitchen stop, because a bitch gets hungry and nothing fills her up better than a cup o' noodles and the hottest hot sauce she can find. Don't interrupt her when she's trying to eat, though. She can and will cut a bitch.
two. out on the town
By evening, Oceana's desire to socialize has turned into a desire to socialize while imbibing astonishing amounts of alcohol, so she changes into a sequined minidress and heads out to find somewhere dark and swanky with loud music where she can do so.
"Vodka, straight, in a martini glass," she orders in a bored tone. "Ooh, and could you put like, six olives on there?" The queen smiles, teeth frames by a lush red pout. "A girl's gotta eat, right?" Apparently the bartender isn't into six-foot tall men in dresses and heels, so she turns to the person next to her.
"Wow, no sense of humor at all. Screw that, I'm fucking hilarious."
What| it's between arenas, and everyone's favorite trash mermaid is a bit restless.
Where| the Tribute Center during the day, and a swanky bar in the Capitol in the evening.
When| 7/31
Warnings/Notes| Language??
one. daytime
There are definitely other things Oceana needs to be working on right now. After all, the next Arena is never far out of sight, and her tributes will need things to wear. But if she has to spend another minute holed up in her workshop she's pretty sure she's going to flip her lid. So she decides to strut her stuff around the tower instead, making the rounds--peeking in on some friends and making some social calls dressed in a black catsuit, giant rhinestone belt, patent leather pumps and a positively huge blonde wig that doesn't appear to have been brushed, ever.
She also finds herself making a kitchen stop, because a bitch gets hungry and nothing fills her up better than a cup o' noodles and the hottest hot sauce she can find. Don't interrupt her when she's trying to eat, though. She can and will cut a bitch.
two. out on the town
By evening, Oceana's desire to socialize has turned into a desire to socialize while imbibing astonishing amounts of alcohol, so she changes into a sequined minidress and heads out to find somewhere dark and swanky with loud music where she can do so.
"Vodka, straight, in a martini glass," she orders in a bored tone. "Ooh, and could you put like, six olives on there?" The queen smiles, teeth frames by a lush red pout. "A girl's gotta eat, right?" Apparently the bartender isn't into six-foot tall men in dresses and heels, so she turns to the person next to her.
"Wow, no sense of humor at all. Screw that, I'm fucking hilarious."
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Not one to send her tributes out anywhere public looking like fucking fashion disasters, she'd made sure he'd looked fresh to death before he headed out for a date with her drag mother.
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"Jolie readily approved, so I'd say you did an excellent job," Steve felt comfortable too, so that was a huge plus. He doesn't mind looking good if he's comfortable doing it. Which, actually, considering his uniform, isn't hard at all.
"So, have you seen much sunlight lately?" He figures half the reason he never sees her is because she's working.
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The queen shrugs her skinny shoulders at his question. "Well, being a creature of the night, I normally don't," she says, completely deadpan. But then she adopts a more normal tone. "But no, not a whole lot. I'm damn busyyyy, and I can't let any of you go out there looking as gross as District 6's tributes always do."
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"Well, I appreciate you want to make us look good, but come on, six isn't that bad, is it? Clementine's yellow dress was pretty cute, impractical, but most of the dresses were," for an arena at least. Yellow isn't an easy color to work with, so that's kind of impressive. Right?
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She only rolls her eyes at his retort. "It's not like it's hard to make a little girl look cute. It's the rest of them I'm concerned about. Ragtag bitches looking ratchet as hell."
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But he does pause to try and remember anyone else from district six and how they've been dressed, but honestly nothing is coming to mind. Besides, he's not sure what ratchet means, but he can guess.
"Honestly, I can't remember a single outfit other than Clem's, so, at the very least they're not very memorable?" That could be some level of comfort. Maybe?
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She sizes Steve up and down. "Which, by the way, you should see what I got cooked up for you for the next Arena. Ooh, it's gonna be a stunner."