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thecapitol2014-10-07 06:18 pm
celebrityskinned) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-07 06:18 pm
In Every Atom, Broken, Is a Name [OPEN]
WHO| Venus Dee Milo and open
WHAT| Venus shows people where the blind spots are.
WHERE| The corner of Castor and Juvenal.
WHEN| After Lonestar's post.
WARNINGS| Likely some mentions of torture and suicide.
Venus does the perfect approximation of just lounging at a bus stop, playing on her network device and checking her receipt for all the things she bought at the jewelry store. Capitol citizens passing by pay her no mind, except to sneer at the brand across her cheek. She knows she should be wearing it like a badge, but no amount of conviction seems able to stop her wincing every time that look of disgust crosses someone's face.
She feels strangely detached, as if she's spent all of her energy either in berating herself for her laundry list of recent mistakes or in acting like they haven't brought her down. She knows that there's chaos around her, and yet she feels like the shrapnel and debris in the air misses her, that the wind doesn't touch her. She knows that she should feel the hum in the earth as the water behind the dam reaches a breaking point, and yet there's nothing. Nothing but the sun beating on her face, her scarred, ugly face.
She's accomplished nothing here. Even Wyatt and Maximus' safety was incidental to anything she did. She has a fistful of locations where someone, anyone might go forth and make fire with a spark that she's to dim to light.
She sits there, browsing some tabloid on her device, and she waits.
WHAT| Venus shows people where the blind spots are.
WHERE| The corner of Castor and Juvenal.
WHEN| After Lonestar's post.
WARNINGS| Likely some mentions of torture and suicide.
Venus does the perfect approximation of just lounging at a bus stop, playing on her network device and checking her receipt for all the things she bought at the jewelry store. Capitol citizens passing by pay her no mind, except to sneer at the brand across her cheek. She knows she should be wearing it like a badge, but no amount of conviction seems able to stop her wincing every time that look of disgust crosses someone's face.
She feels strangely detached, as if she's spent all of her energy either in berating herself for her laundry list of recent mistakes or in acting like they haven't brought her down. She knows that there's chaos around her, and yet she feels like the shrapnel and debris in the air misses her, that the wind doesn't touch her. She knows that she should feel the hum in the earth as the water behind the dam reaches a breaking point, and yet there's nothing. Nothing but the sun beating on her face, her scarred, ugly face.
She's accomplished nothing here. Even Wyatt and Maximus' safety was incidental to anything she did. She has a fistful of locations where someone, anyone might go forth and make fire with a spark that she's to dim to light.
She sits there, browsing some tabloid on her device, and she waits.
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"Of course we're launching a campaign for Faygo soon with Initiate as the figurehead so who knows. Either way it's not hard to find a sweet drink for a well deserving woman." She tagged on the compliment at the end almost automatically.
A rye smile on her lips she added "And of course it will be a friendship anklet. Bracelets are so last month." Then she laughed because despite enjoying dressing up pretty she hardly cared for trends outside of making herself appropriate for parties.
And in a softer more relaxed tone "Of course, and I'm sorry I didn't express myself better when I tried to come between you."
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Flattery used to hold so much more sway on her. Ever since the brand, ever since her belief in her beauty became a tenuously-held prize, it seems to fall on deafened ears.
"If I could have two tokens, I'd take your anklet into the Arena." She smiles a bit. "And it's fine. Neither of us are the best at communicating."
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"Kicking and screaming we are dragged forward and forced into the malformed twisted shapes of people that the Capitol Citizens enjoy. But for a rare few we hang onto some semblance of who we want to be rather then who we are."
And here she studied Venus carefully.
"So who do you want to be?"