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thecapitol2014-09-14 06:15 pm
beastlybeauty) wrote in thecapitol2014-09-14 06:15 pm
So help me, please doctor, I'm damaged
Who: Justine and YOU
What: It's time for everyone to get their physical! Let the doctor games begin.
Where: In Justine's office
When: Spanning all last, this, and next week. Or whenever your character is eventually dragged to their physical.
[Threading out your character's physical is not a requirement! However, if you think that your character may be affected seriously or you just feel like threading it out, this log is for you. Even if we thread here, please make sure you have filled an OOC form here.]
The office is completely sterile, but it has ivy patterns in tasteful greens, golds, and silvers climbing up the walls. There is a small desk in the corner, stacked with thin files full of notes. If one slid over to check the papers spread over the files, they'd only find messy but impossibly complex models of hybrid DNA strands, drawn idly as she was thinking of something else--the blueprints of new muttations, but no one would be able to figure that out without a brilliant Capitol-level understanding of DNA and how the chemical bonds translate to physical traits.
Justine sits at the desk, waiting for you to arrive.
What: It's time for everyone to get their physical! Let the doctor games begin.
Where: In Justine's office
When: Spanning all last, this, and next week. Or whenever your character is eventually dragged to their physical.
[Threading out your character's physical is not a requirement! However, if you think that your character may be affected seriously or you just feel like threading it out, this log is for you. Even if we thread here, please make sure you have filled an OOC form here.]
The office is completely sterile, but it has ivy patterns in tasteful greens, golds, and silvers climbing up the walls. There is a small desk in the corner, stacked with thin files full of notes. If one slid over to check the papers spread over the files, they'd only find messy but impossibly complex models of hybrid DNA strands, drawn idly as she was thinking of something else--the blueprints of new muttations, but no one would be able to figure that out without a brilliant Capitol-level understanding of DNA and how the chemical bonds translate to physical traits.
Justine sits at the desk, waiting for you to arrive.
no subject
"Sorry. I hope I didn't hold you up." She takes a seat, leaving the purse by the leg of her chair. She looks weary, but more than that, she looks human. Typically, she covers up for tiredness and irritability and all those mundane human emotions with the poise that suggests that she knows she's always on camera. Now there are still the shadows of that self-awareness, pieces of grace stuck in her body language out of habit, but she doesn't seem to care what the audience thinks of her anymore.
She doesn't have the luxury of sympathetic viewers. She has the ugly brand burned into her face, that she woke up with after the Arena. And she cried and cried then, her hopes of being made whole again dashed upon her mutilated cheeks.
She holds her hand out to shake Justine's. "I'm Venus. And you're in for a long story if you're going to be my general practitioner."
no subject
Justine rolls her chair around so it's in front of her desk. She stands up and clasps Venus's hand in a warm shake before gesturing for her to take a seat. There are no barriers here. We're all equals.
Except they aren't.
"Make yourself comfortable. Would you like tea or coffee? I would like this to be as pleasant an experience as possible."
no subject
"Um. Coffee, please. You have sugar, right? Ever since you guys gave me a human body I been a really big fan of sugar. And cream, please."
She takes a seat, crossing her legs.
no subject
She releases the button and goes to sit across from Venus, giving her a warm smile. "Well, you said it would be a long story. We can start wherever you like. How are you readjusting to being human?"
[cw: suicide discussion]
She would ask about things like touch, like human contact, but there's no point anymore. She's been dumped. No need to pretend she'll be getting another boyfriend anytime soon.
"Do you want to start with physical health or mental, first? Well, I guess mental makes more sense, right? Since the physical body belongs to you guys."
Venus killed herself on television last week.
This is so late it's embarrassing. I'm sorry
Justine cocks her head, smiling mildly at Venus. "We start where you want to start. You can make that decision here."
She doesn't say that Venus has full control. That would be a lie, and intelligent people don't generally appreciate blatant lies.
"I just want to make sure you're okay, physically and mentally. You caused a stir when you killed yourself."
No worries at all! It's not like it's time-sensitive. <3
She doesn't return that mild smile. Instead she lowers her eyes, side of her mouth twisting in a way that's almost amused but is actually just sad. "I didn't think anyone would pay it much attention, since I'm a traitor now. I kind of lost a lot of my street cred."
She exhales deeply. "I have bipolar disorder. The Avoxes bring me medicine when I'm in the Capitol to shave off the highs and lows, and before each Arena I get a booster shot of it to stop me from going through withdrawals for the first week or so. I been on meds since I was 16 for it."
She doesn't mention Azula smuggling her medication into the Arenas because she doesn't want her Mentor to get into trouble, even though she knows it's likely relevant to Justine's inquiries.
"I'm mostly okay, though. I think that's all that happened in the Arena. It's been a rough few months."
She doesn't know Justine well enough to say what's really on her mind yet, but the safe-feeling environment set up here is eroding her defenses.