thecapitol | Well, thats a first! [open]

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Well, thats a first! [open]

Who| Leah, you and everyone
What| Walking around, listening, walking around some more, meeting people
Where| The shopping district / District 5 lounge
When| Right now
Warnings/Notes| N/A

The shopping district
The words were still whirling inside Leah's mind. A part of her thought this was somekind of joke with a bad punchline, another part of her wanted to retaliate and a little part of her would not mind to kill off whoever in somekind of arena. With a tiny communicator in her hands she walks through the shopping district, sometimes stopping to peer into the shop windows, sometimes raising an eyebrow one one of those outrageously dressed people passed her.

Really, why would these Midgardians go and shave their heads to paint it golden? Perhaps it is just one of those many questions Leah cannot answer directly. Just like it is not quite common to be fond of watching how people slaughter eachother in an arena either.

Still, the initial confusion does not show on her face. The look remains absolutely neutral and when she walks it isn't the walk of someone unfamiliar with their environment. To look like a bumbling fool would be admitting to weakness and for some reason Leah figures that it isn't wise to look weak right on the spot.

District 5 lounge
The first thing she realizes is that there is something painfully ironic about calling those heavily armored men with those obvious weapons 'peacekeepers'. It does imply that they are definitely needed to keep the peace around here. After she has identified herself and announced herself to belong to a part called 'District 5' she gains entrance to the place where her room is located.

There are other people present. Some look at her, some don't and she cannot really find herself to care. Not yet, she still has to find out how to play this game the best. And she still has to find out who are fitting enough to be able to play such a game with her. After all, there must be so much more than just banal slaughter and cheering crowds...

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Azula is in the lounge today pouring over some information on her tablet when she glances up and realizes her new tribute has arrived.

Rising from the sofa to meet her she smirks and nods ever so slightly. Her outfit is a cool sort of blue and black dress that looks light and breathable. Perfect for the heat outside.

"I was wondering when you'd arrive here. Have they explained everything to you well enough? If not I can answer your questions."

Leah stops midway when she hears someone speaking at her. The voice belongs to a young woman with dark hair and odd yellow colored eyes. And apparently she has been expecting her?

"I have to kill for another man's amusement. It is a rather simple concept. I believe the Romans were fond of this as well, yet this does not seem like an old civilisation long forgotten."

Azula's smile was smooth and silky looking as she nodded approvingly "Well you're observant enough. While human civilization has lasted for longer then we can measure Panem is still relatively young."

Moving back over to her seat she lowered herself luxuriously to the sofa.

"But instead of just another man you are fighting to the death for the entertainment and protection of men women and children all over. If you win then District Five, my home, will receive provisions and money they need to survive."

Laying it on a little thick maybe but if it got the job done it would be alright.

"Young enough to need peacekeepers, I assume."

Leah does not move when the woman sits back onto the sofa again.

"That is a noble cause, consider me touched." Her voice remains without emotion, realizing it is not entirely satisfying to be pulled away from that game she had been playing on her own back in that city called New York. "The fate of an entire district resting upon my shoulders. Too bad I am not fond of weapons."

"You're not the first to feel that way when she first arrives."

Even now there were tributes who would rather fall on a grenade then throw one.

"And if you're not interested in protecting others then perhaps you'd be more in the business of taking care of yourself. And the easiest way to do that would be to win so.." She gestured vaguely at the TV. "You could study up of course. There are plenty of non-deadly skills we can work on."

“I am afraid I am not interested in anything of this nature. Even though the thought of killing and blood does not faze me, this is not a game I prefer to play.” Leah has other games to play and a purpose to fulfill, she really has no time to represent a district in killing games for other people’s amusement. She does not exist for another person’s amusement.

“May I ask how you’ve killed them?” Leah crosses her arms and there’s a curious look on her face. “Are you fond of messy killings? Or are you one who prefers poison?”

Azula didn't seem bothered by Leah's refusal. It used to irritate her when tributes behaved this way but she was becoming more and more exhausted by her duties and found it easier to let the first few arenas take some of the defiance out of them.

"I am not particularly choosy in how I dispatch my foes." She answered without batting an eyelash, "However if I had to pick I would say I feel more satisfaction from one on one combat then from murdering someone in their sleep. Both of which I had to do to win my way out of the arena."

It was not her proudest moment, but if she wanted her tributes to trust her perhaps it was time she trust them more.

Leah nods calmly, not really fazed by the way Azula describes her victory.

“So if I win these games I am allowed to go home?” It is a bit of a stupid question. If they were allowed to go home why was this young woman still here? “Or will I be a mentor like you?”

She shrugs. “If I wish to kill people I will kill them. For now I have no reason to do so. But I think I would wish to teach some other things from you. I think you would make a good mentor, please inform me about the details, I have read something about sponsors.”

Azula looked thoughtful.

"Well it hasn't happened yet, but eventually I suppose they'll allow it."

At least she hoped so.

She swelled with pride when the girl supposed she would make a good mentor and happily explained. "Sponsors are citizens of the Capitol, as well as the eleven districts." She explained "They can use their money to purchase items that you will receive in the arena. Nothing to give you an impossible upper hand but in the right hands any item can prove an invaluable asset. The basics are things like food and first aid of course but tools like spools of wire, multi purpose knives and the sort can also be sent."

She gestured to herself.

"I'm in charge of making sure those items are sent into the arena. Before the arena you can meet with sponsors and try to convince them to support you. During the arena I do the same thing in your stead."

Loki had made some money from his time in the arena. Apparently killing was not only the only way to survive them inside, but the best way to get things done outside of it, too. He decided he was going to browse the shopping district. Maybe pick up some new clothes for himself -- something in green. The people were incredibly outrageous (moreso than they were on Midgard in his home universe).

He's passing by some shops, glancing around when he sees her ahead of him. He watched her for a few moments. He couldn't avoid her forever, and as soon as she looked at the tribute lists, she would know that he was here.

It would be better he handle this on his own terms, and not as a surprise. He walked towards her, knowing that this wasn't going to be pleasant no matter when it was done. "Leah," he said.

Leah hadn't looked at the tribute lists yet and perhaps she should've done that before heading out here. The entire plot of her game would be her being ahead of him. Always that one step. So when she hears his voice behind her she stiffens a little yet she does not turn.

There is a bit of a grin around her lips but nothing more than that.

"Loki."

Loki could think of a list of at least one-hundred people he'd rather see than Leah. The last time they had spoken (if you even wanted to call what happened a conversation) had been an entirely unpleasant series of him confronting the things he had recently done. Was the Capitol pushing him? He had a hard time believing they would, considering his latest performance was pretty good for someone new to it.

"When did you...arrive?" it sounded so informal, and even a little awkward (strange for him, really). Where else was there for them to start, though?

Leah has turned to him fully now, eyes cold. There is a ridiculous amount of anger inside of her and yet, there is also a certain sort of relief. At least he is here, at least she can make him pay for the things he has never acknowledged.

“Loki, I would’ve expected you to be more happy to see me,” she finally says. “After all, it has been such a long time, and we are bff’s.”

Then she smiles at him. A mock warm smile while her eyes look as if she would kill him right on the spot.

"It hasn't been that long," Loki admitted. It had been pretty recently that he had seen her (at least her face). He had put effort into making sure that he wouldn't see her again. Sot it definitely made him really unhappy to see her there. "Not sure why you thought that I'd be happy, Leah. Neither of us are the same people that we were when we...were BFFs."

Yeah, he definitely doesn't consider her anything close to a friend right now.

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“Past tense has a good ring to it, yes. Yet, I have always been what I am, it is you who has changed.” The look on her face is sharp, eyes narrowed a little and if looks could kill Loki would be dead. At least twice. “And not in a good way, I am afraid.”

She nudges him hard in the side.

“It is a shame you are not happy with my presence. I am rather pleased to see you, Loki.” Yet, his answer makes her wonder what he knows. If he knows.

"Of course I've changed, Leah. You can't stagnate when you live among Midgardians." She was making him feel uncomfortable, and he could count on one hand the amount of times that has happened in his thousands of years. He shrugged his shoulders dramatically, bringing his entire upper body into the motion. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"I don't know what it is with people and their enjoyment for lying to me. I'm not sure how stupid you think I am, but I know better than to think for a single second you'd be pleased to see me," he said. He knew how he had made her feel, and he knew that he had made her the way she is.

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Thus far, it has been an interesting day of an interesting week of an interesting month. Hans could go on, really. They've packed more into his short spell as a Mentor than he'd been prepared for. It's hard enough keeping up with all the new Tributes without dealing with the fallout of a murder investigation.

When Leah enters, he's off in his own corner reading in the sun he's getting from a window, but his book is snapped shut the moment he realises she's a newcomer. He sits up and stands, approaching her with a small but warm smile.

"You're new, right?" He holds out a hand for her to take. "I'm Hans, a mentor here. If you ever need anything, I'm your guy."

Leah blinks a couple of times before Hans appears in front of her. What a charming young man and what a firm chin he has. She takes his hand after a short moment of hesitation.

“Hello Hans, I am Leah,” she says, her smile far from warm. “I never knew mentors were needed for the act of killing one another. What did you do to earn such a status?”

More killing?

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When she takes his hand, he'll shake it with a very professional tightness for a brief moment before he pulls his hand away.

"That's a lovely name." He observes, but he's quickly moving onto what she's saying. "That's a dangerously simple way of putting it, Leah. Arenas are a big part of being here, but you've also got to consider the public opinion and the districts you represent." He rattles off the Capitol propaganda before he tries to be more sincere. "Things can get rough around here, I'm meant to help as best I can. As for your question, I won my Arena. It was strategically based, more than anything, not all Arenas are like it."

“Dangerous? Dear Hans, that is an odd choice of words.” Leah cocks her head. “But then again, when a nation is in need of ‘peace keepers’ to maintain a peace it does not really seem all that stabile. Do they fear for rebellion? After all, my role as a tribute has not been entirely volunteering, you see?”

She completely ignores his words of propaganda, this is not her life, not her purpose and her interest does not seem piqued.

“You tricked them?” Now her interest is piqued and one of her eyebrows arches upwards. “Tell me about it, Hans.”

"I think that much will become clear soon enough." It's a bit of a cop-out answer, but he thinks he's veering it in a way that tells her she's right in her assumptions.

"I suppose trick is one word for it, but I'd rather not go into it. I'd hate to sully your opinion of me when we're working together, but you'll find that the Arena can change you somewhat. You make choices you wouldn't under normal circumstances, but you seem like a woman with a good head on your shoulders."

A particularly pretty older teen sits in one of the lounge's massive sofas, leaning back, her feet up on the small coffee table.

Beside her seems to be an assortment of packages all containing food. There doesn't even appear to be a pattern to the things she's chosen, it's just a mish mash of savory and sweet snacks.

With a toss of her long, dark hair she snatches up a can of something labelled 'Fizzy Riyu' from amongst several of it's identical counterparts on the table, some empty, some yet to be opened. Drains half then places it back.

Without looking, her hand lazily reaches down, dips into a bag at random and pulls out a confectionery to pop into her mouth. Then she continues to tap at the screen of a tablet she seems to be reading off of.

Leah’s eyes flashes towards the teen sitting in the corner. Apparently that is the only person inside this building right now. And apparently she is rather busy with stuffing her face with a variety of snacks. Leah stands still for a moment, thinking.

“I take it your have killed enough to afford those snacks?” she asks with a neutral expression on her face, convinced that the currency in this city consists out of corpses and deathcounts.

Diana nearly gags on chip as Leah's voice alerts her to a new presence in the room. She stops eating to look over, an amused look sliding onto her face briefly. "That's not exactly how the exchange rate works here. Sorry to get your hopes up."

Her eyes sweep over Leah, lingering on her face before taking another swig of her drink. "New District mate, then? Introduced yourself to Zula yet?"

She shrugs. “Snacks do not interest me much. If I am correct they would only add to my thighs and cause my clothes to have an uncomfortable fit.”

Slowly she moves to sit next to the other girl and crosses her legs.

“Aye, it seems to be that way.” There is a bit of a distant look on Leah’s face when she talks to the girl. “We have met, yes. We agreed on a mentorship/student relation. I will be taught how to effectively kill other tributes in an arena. Like modern gladiators...”

Diana watches the other woman curiously, the amused expression still lingering on her face.

"Well, I'm glad to see you're picking everything up so quickly."

Thor, despite being quite casually dressed and from another universe, is pretty easy to identify as Thor. The way he walks isn't like any of the Capitolites around him, he strides like the most casual of massive impositions and the crowds move around him.

He doesn't look particularly happy, though that should be no surprise, the night before had been rough. He'd sought the comfort of fresh air and coffee to ease his anger for a time, but he can't help noticing a girl he does not recognise with a communicator he does recognise. Something about her is familiar, but he can't put his finger on it.

Maybe it's weird for a stranger to approach another stranger out of the blue, but he does so nonetheless. "I've heard tell that gold is "in" this season, but I cannot say which tribute is responsible for such a trend."

Leah finds herself so very busy with looking at the people in their idiotic get-ups that the sudden sound of a voice next to her startles her a little. Yet, when she looks at the stranger there is no doubt who this man is. That long, blond hair, the gruffy beard, the light blue eyes and an incredible physique. It could not be anyone else but Thor.

“Since when does the son of Odin care about fashion?” She smiles a sharp smile, obviously amused by this sudden turn of events.

He raises a brow when she so easily identifies him, but he isn't terribly surprised. He gets it quite a bit, even more so here when his trials and tribulations are broadcast for all to see.

"There is much cause for concern when surrounded with the oddities of it on a daily basis." He just barely scoffs. "You seem to know me quite well, for someone I do not recall having met before."

Leah laughs. What a trivial little need. They expect her to kill while they walk around in ridiculous outfits.

“I almost begin to wonder if this is somekind of ridiculous joke.” She shakes her head and starts walking next to him. “I think I even find it amusing.” His other words make her lips curl up into a broader sort of grin.

“We are both familiar with a certain mischievous god who goes by the name of Loki. Therefore I think you stand out like a sore thumb, Thor. Please do not tell me you are involved in the killing arena games as well.”

"The amusement comes and goes. Often I find myself frustrated with the absurdity." He's felt that way with increasing frequency, lately. It's been getting dire, but he's more interested in her answer to his question for the moment.

"Loki?" A brow raises. "Should I be wary of you, then?" He gives her a small smile, though it twitches slightly at her own question. "I am. I experienced my first not long ago and we've not long until the second."

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I am sorry for being this late D:

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the shopping district.

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lounge!!

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