Let's celebrate life!

[delightable]

Who| Everyone who wants to mourn Orc, or wants free food
What| A mingle log, where Holly is holding a memorial party on the roof to celebrate Orc's life
Where| The roof
When| A couple of days before the arena
Warnings/Notes| N/A unless you count people being sad about death

Orc's death really shook Holly up. There's nothing she can do about it, nor does she have the courage to speak out about it. But she doesn't have it in her to just pretend it never happened. She was quite fond of Orc, he deserves to be remembered and people deserve to have a place they can do so, regardless of whether or not he was a rebel.

So, a couple of days prior, she starts posting fliers and handing them out to anyone who will take one. They're sparkly, colorful and visually loud just like the Capitol. But their intent is clear; on the roof, she's holding a memorial party for Orc for anyone and everyone to come and celebrate his life.

The memorial is held in the evening, and when the time comes, there is a buffet table with various foods, snacks and drinks, all supplied by Holly herself, and Jolie who helped a little as well. The area is cleared around Eponine's secret place, where a little shrine is set up with a picture of Orc surrounded by candles and other mementos relating to the boy. There's also a podium, where anyone is free to say a few words for him if they so choose.

It's the closest to a funeral that she can get, because she knows she'll never have permission to hold a real one.

Comments

[reallynow]

The way he reacts to a friendly shove is probably indication enough of how he feels about having his space invaded, but she's a stylist. She's used to it. She isn't doing anything insidious, by her standards, she's just curious.

God, the squawk is hilarious and she pulls her hand back with a loud one, utterly amused by his reaction more than she is miffed. Her hands loop together and hang in front of her and she rolls his eyes when he nitpicks colours. Pretentious.

"Sensitive, much? You made of glass or something?" She quirks a brow at his explanation, her nose just barely crinkling when he brings up blood. "It's tacky. You could do better." She wants to reach up and turn his face to get a better look, but she refrains. "You have a pretty face, why are you hiding it behind glasses? You wanna look smart? There are easier ways to go about it, kid."

[unconchonable]

He'd be a lot more pissed if not for her compliment at the end. He's about to tell her off, deny being made of glass or being sensitive, which would sooner prove her right than give credibility to his words, but then he stops at the mention of him being pretty. He almost preens from it, really.

"I like bein' able to see," he retorts with less fire than he would normally have. He likes compliments, okay!? But he settles, his arms folding over his chest as he watches her closely, narrowing his eyes.

"But what would you - in your infinite wisdom - suggest I do, then? Since I'm so tacky." He ends it with a roll of his eyes. He knows he looks awesome, and if this overly made up clown-looking woman has anything to say, he's pretty sure it's not worth her weight in salt, but he's curious.

[reallynow]

"Ever heard of contacts? Or glasses that aren't so clunky? You'd look better in something sleeker, at least. Plus they ain't gonna help you much if you lose them in an Arena."

She just tuts to herself, glad for the open invitation to read him. She wants to run a hand through his hair, but he's forbidden it, so it's hard. "Why not dye it all violet? Or make it a gradient, keep your roots black and just dye all the ends purple. Ombre, y'know?" Probably not. "And your eyes are fierce, seems kind of waster if you aren't gonna wear a little eyeliner and make 'em really pop."

[unconchonable]

"How would hawin' some thin layer a--whatewer they're made a'--on my ocular bulb help me any more? An' they ain't clunky, they're stylish. I look awesome."

He tries to sound confident, but with Jolie so harshly shooting down his look, he's left feeling a little uncertain of himself. However, when she goes on about his hair, he shakes his head, "I like the wawe look, kinda goes with my sign." a gesture to the Aquarius symbol on his shirt. He ignores the Ombre question, because he really doesn't. However, the fierceness of his eyes being brought up certainly does well to mend his fragile ego a bit.

"I... newer really thought about wearin' eyeliner before." Not because it isn't something guys wear, because trolls are a bit past stupid gender shit like that, seeing as it's fucking pointless to them, he just. Never did. But he certainly looks and sounds receptive of the idea.

"Do you really think it would?"

Yep, absolutely interested.

[reallynow]

"Uh, well, they wouldn't fall off for one thing. You don't have to accessorize them. Means you can get slapped across the face and keep your vision, obviously." A guy like that would probably need custom lenses, right? Alien eyes work different. Sucker won't get them before the Arena if he tries. "Are you sure they even work?" She observes in response to his assertion of looking awesome, if he's not careful he'll miss that she's making a jab at him.

She dismisses his justification for the hair, because it's a bad one and not worth her time. She isn't his stylist so if he won't take recommendations there's only so much convincing she can do. At least he seems to have taken the bait in some regard, that earns him a little grin.

"Duh, that's what it's meant to do, bitch. Little bit of that wiolet shadow and you'd be something really special to look at. You're definitely prettier than most of the grey hos they got here." Even the girls. But she doesn't say that.