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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.
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.