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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.
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Iskierka is already on Justine's black list. She's taking up her valuable time trying to keep these worms healthy, and yet she's so often met with hostility and disrespect. She has half a mind to just install bombs in all of them and watch them explode like meaty pumpkins.
She keeps smiling, though. Wouldn't do to actually give the Tributes a reason to be hostile.
"If you don't have any questions for me, why don't we just get started? Full name, age, and date of birth, please."
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The idea of helping keep her in good shape makes sense, at least. She isn't likely to admit to the fact, but she supposes it makes sense. Even if she doesn't see the reason of having to go see someone before she's been injured. After all, everyone at home knows what she's supposed to be like, so why should it be any different here?