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thecapitol2013-01-28 05:29 pm
vissernone) wrote in thecapitol2013-01-28 05:29 pm
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I've Got the Darkness, Baby [Open]
Who| Eva, open
What| The 9th District Mentor hits the town.
Where| Throughout the Capitol
When| After the most recent death announcements
Warnings| Baron Bartlett in one of the subthreads, and everything he entails.
Only one Tribute down from her District: the blonde man, she hasn't met him yet. Some Mentors would take this as a positive sign, but Eva finds it hard to feel very enthused by this. At the very best, she's still going to lose two more before this awful Arena's over.
She'd like to throttle whomever decided that a giant ice rink was a good idea. Back in her day, they were in a canyon. The resources were, of course, at the bottom, which only encouraged the people who took higher ground - like her - to pick people off faster. An entertainingly bloody bonanza of falling bodies and flying arrows, and most importantly, it was quick.
To get away from the images of people huddled up in indistinguishable, shivering balls, Eva goes out for the evening. If anyone asks, she'll claim boredom with the proceedings. She visits a the Training Center, then a restaurant and the performing arts district. All the while she taps her lower lip thoughtfully, as if considering something complex and far-off that requires some metronomic habit to keep straight.
[OOC: Come meet her at one of the subthreads below or just run into her in the street.]
What| The 9th District Mentor hits the town.
Where| Throughout the Capitol
When| After the most recent death announcements
Warnings| Baron Bartlett in one of the subthreads, and everything he entails.
Only one Tribute down from her District: the blonde man, she hasn't met him yet. Some Mentors would take this as a positive sign, but Eva finds it hard to feel very enthused by this. At the very best, she's still going to lose two more before this awful Arena's over.
She'd like to throttle whomever decided that a giant ice rink was a good idea. Back in her day, they were in a canyon. The resources were, of course, at the bottom, which only encouraged the people who took higher ground - like her - to pick people off faster. An entertainingly bloody bonanza of falling bodies and flying arrows, and most importantly, it was quick.
To get away from the images of people huddled up in indistinguishable, shivering balls, Eva goes out for the evening. If anyone asks, she'll claim boredom with the proceedings. She visits a the Training Center, then a restaurant and the performing arts district. All the while she taps her lower lip thoughtfully, as if considering something complex and far-off that requires some metronomic habit to keep straight.
[OOC: Come meet her at one of the subthreads below or just run into her in the street.]
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"...do you think they even realize anything is missing?"
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"Maybe..." And then he stopped, shrugging, before flashing her a grin. "I think this thing is about to start. I'll see you soon?"
Maybe another day.
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That conversation left him with a lot to think about, certainly.