thecapitol | [OPEN] Back door cracked, we don't need a key -

Who| Bruce Wayne and YOU!

What| Party at Wayne Manor! Free drinks, free food, and lots and lots of music.

Where| Wayne Manor

When| Just after the beginning of the Arena.

Warnings| None yet, though Bruce can get a little grim sometimes.

Ah, another Arena had begun.

That meant all the streets were filled with people bustling around for the latest news, glued to screens, gossiping and placing their bets on who was going to come away from the whole thing a Victor. There were hundreds of people trying to have viewing parties, enthusiastically dressing up in costumes, squealing over food and drink over every little tiny development in the lives of the Tributes. So many parties, it took over the top extravagance to get people to even glance your way.

In other words, it was Bruce Wayne's favorite time to invite the entire Capitol to his house for the evening.

The manor's great room was decorated as festively as ever, black lights shining and making everyone's clothes and teeth pop. The food that was laid out was engineered to glow as well, the drink looking like something radioactive and dangerous where it sat on the trays. Loud music pumped through the building - partly to encourage dance, but also partly to help drown out the one small sitting area that had a screen set out with the Arena feed on it. It wasn't a secret at all the Bruce hated the Games, but he had learned to have at least one means of keeping track of them at his parties. Half of it was courtesy for his guests. The other half was for his own reasons.

The man of the hour himself was flitting from one guest to the next, drink in hand, his black, glittering suit splattered haphazardly with bright splotches of glowing yellow paint. The bright yellow streak laid into his black hair also proved itself within the theme of the evening - it lit up just as well as the paint on his suit and the makeup that lined his eyes and lips.

When asked why he wanted to have a neon black light party, he just laughed, shrugging. "I like the dark. Makes everything else seem brighter, doesn't it?"

As high profile as he was, he made one thing very clear - he was more than willing to be approached for conversation, and he was more than willing to approach you if you didn't get to him first.

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A lot had happened over the last few months to change Jessica's perceptions on Capitol life. Not that she'd ever especially been fond of how she'd been treated growing up, or that she'd liked what happened out in the Districts much, but the last three months had basically been an unending pile of suck for her. First she'd caught tuberculosis. Then her entire District had been destroyed. Two of her mentors were dead. And then they'd thrown her lover in jail for a month, leaving her more lost, more alone than she'd ever felt in her life. It was easy to see that she was somber looking, but at least she wasn't on death's door anymore.

She arrived at Wayne Manor with her work cut out for her. With Barbie's assets frozen, he couldn't get gifts for anyone in One. She had to pull double the sponsors, just in case his people needed him. And with so many of her own tributes unsponsorable, she had to find a way to scheme and make sure someone in her District won. For her. For Three.

It wasn't long after she entered that she was spotted - and Bruce came rolling up to her (rolling? Ah, yes, his shining, glowing dress shoes seem to have wheels in the soles) with a bright smile on his face.

"You look great," he opened with, voice warm and welcome as it ever was. He placed his hand on her arm in a friendly fashion, body language open and easy. His grin shone in the blacklights, over-white teeth glowing like a star. Bruce was always like this at these parties...he treated everyone at the outset like a good friend, even if he knew they were only looking for money. Something about that smile just never touched his eyes, though. His eyes are as steely and serious as ever.

"Welcome to the party."

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Jessica smiled brightly turning to face him, ready to play the part of the charming, vivacious social butterfly. There was schmoozing to do, and more importantly than that, she knew that Bruce Wayne was good people. If anyone might be plucked for a bit of sympathy or cash, it was definitely him.

"Thanks. You've really outdone yourself." She gave a flirtatious laugh. "I hope I didn't arrive too late or anything. It looks like this place is in full swing already."

"People keep saying that, but this is less me outdoing myself and more me outdoing all the other parties happening tonight."

A light laugh - and his smile warmed a click. He remembered Jessica. They had had dealings before, and he had offered up to her a sympathetic ear and a bit of relaxation while things were rough. She seemed to be doing all right for herself these days; or at least, she was doing as well as anyone in her situation could be doing.

"Impossible - you can never arrive too late to one of my parties. It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you, too." Jessica gave a small twirl, to show off her legs and other assets, to let Bruce and anyone else who might be watching get a good look. "It's always a treat to get an invitation to one of the nicest houses in the Capitol. I swear, it feels like forever since I've been out this way. Are you holding everything down alright?"

Their conversation seemed innocuous, to be sure, but there was a veiled lair of something else to it.

The undercurrent of the conversation was, of course, not at all lost on Bruce. He reached out to gently place a hand on her shoulder, giving it a light, fond squeeze. Acknowledgement, a silent 'yes' to the true meaning of the question.

Out loud, his answer was easier for the Capitol to swallow.

"I am. Never a dull moment for the guy with the money, you know? Seems like there's something new to fund every day."

Her smile at that moment betrayed an excited anticipation she didn't dare articulate just then. She knew there was a reason she'd always liked Bruce Wayne. It was moments like this when she got that reminder loud and clear.

"My thoughts exactly." She didn't quite bat her eyes at him. Not quite. "As a matter of fact, I have a proposal I was hoping you'd consider."

[OPEN] Back door cracked, we don't need a key -

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Heyyyy if you want them to have met before, hit up the CR chart in his journal?

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i'm so sorry for the lateness, feel free to ignore this.

Nahhhh I'm slow as hell anyway.

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