keeplivingkeepfighting: (Angry)
Meg Mitarai ([personal profile] keeplivingkeepfighting) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-08-12 07:42 am

You can't have good reconnaissance on and empty stomach

WHO:Meg and OPEN
WHAT: Meg arrives, yells loudly and then eats the world
WHEN: Before the after the jailbreak, before the arena
WHERE: District 7 commons, then the Tribute Center ground floor
WARNINGS: Meg is a warning. Meg and her lack of care for her timing

District 7
When she first woke up, she thought she'd been captured by someone, but as people came in and threw some clothes on her, shoved things into her hands and explained what was going on, she quickly found out she had been captured, just not in the way she first thought.

They took her guns, she had no idea if Django2.0 was around anywhere and worst of all, they took her jacket--Jo's jacket. She was feeling pretty vulnerable right now. Which just made her angry. She was a hero dammit, she had smugglers to thwart and murders to stop and a city to put back together, she didn't have time for some dumb killing game these guys thought sounded fun. And that was another thing! How fucked up was this place to have something like that? It felt like the way Tokyo and New York were now, only cleaner.

"This is bullshit!"

Whoever might have been around the commons of district 7 might have been startled by the sudden loud yell that came from the woman who'd previously been pacing quietly. Especially since, as soon as she'd yelled it, she was back to steaming quietly as she stood with her arms tightly cross.

Ground floor, against a wall in the middle of the area
She hadn't really calmed in the last few hours of being in this stupid place, but she had relocated and begun treating it more like a stakeout job. Sort of. She wasn't exactly hiding, sitting in plain view of everyone who came in and out of the tribute tower, nor was she acting very conspicuous.

She'd set up a blanket on the floor and grabbed a pillow off the couches to lean against while she glared at every single person who walked by. She was simply watching to learn who was who and what was what! She was just doing it with a very heated and aggressive glare.

The last thing of note on her little set-up, was the constant travel of at least two avoxes between her little blanket-base and the kitchens. Every time they approached the blanket, they delivered a new plate of food (predominantly sweets, but there were other things as well) and every time they left the blanket-base, it was with an empty plate in hand. As Meg was watching every person she set eyes on, she was busying her hands with shoving extraordinary amounts of food into her face, an impressive sight if only for how she never seemed to get full.
guilttrip: (u dun' good)

Ground Floor!

[personal profile] guilttrip 2014-08-12 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
In a way Leah can understand why this city seems to be so obsessed with food. After all, since killings seem to be the currency here. She is still trying to find a way here, trying to determine what would be a good strategy to go with.

Hiding inside a blanket fort giving out glares does not seem a good strategy, yet it has her interest piqued.

"If looks could kill..." she utters before she crouches down in front of the great fortress of blanket and the very angry girl hiding inside of it. "...you could win these Games at least a thousand times."
silberfuchs: (suit)

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-08-13 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Think you have enough food?"

Albert's seen quite a few strange things in the common room and this hardly ranks over Shepherd's gigantic blanket fort after the last major arena, but the girl sitting there stuffing her face with an angry gaze out from her picnic spot strikes his interest for some reason.

Maybe it's because he's fairly certain she's going to make herself sick with that volume of food.
biomechatronic: (this is serious)

Training Center

[personal profile] biomechatronic 2014-08-14 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Rather than fitting in here, Dennett has come to find that every day is more and more unsettling. Avoxes, in particular. He feels a kind of uncomfortable horror about them, something that his years dealing with trauma patients had never stirred up in him.

They were what got his attention, first, tracking lines like ants back and forth. Who could...? And who needs that much dessert? Surely not just. one. person?

So, yes, nerdy doctor staring at the woman on the pillows, because he's just sort of waiting for her explode into diabetes or something.