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thecapitol2013-02-13 08:44 pm
thebiddingbaron) wrote in thecapitol2013-02-13 08:44 pm
Entry tags:
- npc: darius,
- sigma klim,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ anna morasca,
- ✘ ariadne,
- ✘ atticus bell,
- ✘ blaine anderson,
- ✘ chibiusa,
- ✘ cinna,
- ✘ clint barton,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ draco malfoy,
- ✘ effie trinket,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ gabriel,
- ✘ glinda upland,
- ✘ javert,
- ✘ katurian katurian,
- ✘ kevin prentiss,
- ✘ lindsey mcdonald,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ neeshka,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ richard b. riddick,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ tony stark
OPEN Valentine's Day Plot
WHO | Everyone
WHAT | Baron sends Valentine's Day gifts to Tribute Tower.
WHEN | Valentine's Day!
WHERE | Tribute Tower
WARNINGS / NOTES | Warnings for drug use and all of the things that go with that. Possibly also sexual themes. The OOC post for this is here.
On the morning of February 14th when the Tributes come down for breakfast they're greeted by an impressive holiday themed spread. Pink and red baked goods, chocolates shaped like hearts, beautiful red and pink flowers, adorable stuffed animals all line the table.
On the table is also a sign in cursive that reads:
To our beloved Tributes, Victors, Mentors, Escorts and Stylists. Enjoy your holiday. -- Bartlett Industries
Most of the sweets are completely harmless, but if the Tributes taste the chocolate covered cherries or caramels they find themselves suddenly acting very strangely...
WHAT | Baron sends Valentine's Day gifts to Tribute Tower.
WHEN | Valentine's Day!
WHERE | Tribute Tower
WARNINGS / NOTES | Warnings for drug use and all of the things that go with that. Possibly also sexual themes. The OOC post for this is here.
On the morning of February 14th when the Tributes come down for breakfast they're greeted by an impressive holiday themed spread. Pink and red baked goods, chocolates shaped like hearts, beautiful red and pink flowers, adorable stuffed animals all line the table.
On the table is also a sign in cursive that reads:
To our beloved Tributes, Victors, Mentors, Escorts and Stylists. Enjoy your holiday. -- Bartlett Industries
Most of the sweets are completely harmless, but if the Tributes taste the chocolate covered cherries or caramels they find themselves suddenly acting very strangely...
Re: District 3 Suites
"I certainly am not in love with you."
Re: District 3 Suites
Eponine cowers back on the floor - how did she get on the floor? - and she draws her knees up to her chest, hiding her face. Tears roll freely down her cheeks; she's distraught.
"Really and truly, Marius? You do not know me? Already you've forgotten me?"
She peeps yp over her knees and gasps in wonder as the walls turn to water, and wash over her. They bend and change until they create the street where she lives in Paris. Slowly, she pulls herself up and staggers over to where she can see, as clear as day, her Mama and Papa and the gang.
"What will you have me do, Papa?" She's talking, perfectly seriously, to a chair.
Re: District 3 Suites
Although talking to a chair is a new one. He hasn't seen that particular brand of drunkenness before.
"Get up. Don't just sit there on the floor." He can't really threaten her with anything, though - he lacks authority, and contacting an Escort who can appropriately penalize her (this is surely against some law of decency, even in the lurid capitol of Panem) would require figuring out a telephone.
He moves to grab her by the elbow and hoist her up to her feet.
Re: District 3 Suites
"You're touching me, Sir. You know, this is all I ever wanted. Kisses and love from you. To lie by your side each night. I'd be a good wife to you."
Re: District 3 Suites
Re: District 3 Suites
Eponine couldn't be more blissfully happy than she is at this point. She tries once more to hug Javert, this time trying to plant a kiss on those lips too.
epo you're breaking my heart
He thrusts her away from him again. "I told you not to touch me. Are you telling me you're some common prostitute?"
Because if she's taking him for a john, he's disgusted.
She specialises in it :p
She staggers back as he pushes her and falls onto the chair. She laughs again, and plants a kiss on the top of it.
"Hey there, 'Parnasse. Been on the affure? Any balles for me? What's that? Don't you be trying your baratin on me!"
((ooc: She says, 'Hey there, Parnasse. Been on the rob? Any money for me? What's that? Don't you be trying your sweet talk on me.'))
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His voice is without a trace of warmth, cold and harsh and deep with disdain. "You're clearly either mad or beyond your wits on some substance. Come on, get back to your room. I won't be carrying you there."
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"What will Papa have me do? Chope? We must escamote the railles. I do not want to end up Malade!"
She bends her ear to the chair and giggles. What is that? You bander? No - no, I do not need the boffette. NO! Don't, 'Parnasse. I'll do it. I'll do it."
She slides off the chair and onto her knees in front, and presses her lips to the chair seat. After a few moments of kissing it with open mouth, she sighs a quiet, 'Marius...'
((What will Papa have me do? Steal? We must avoid the police. I do not want to end up arrested... What is that? You have an erection? No. No, I do not need the smacks. No! Don't 'Parnasse. I'll do it. I'll do it."))
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"I would like the District 3 Escort to report to the suite, please," he says into the remote control.
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Eponine looks up at that, and away from the chair, which she pushes away.
"Marius, you've called the police on me? You're having me arrested?"
Her eyes fill with tears and she once more pulls her knees up to her chest. She suddenly looks very young and very vulnerable.
"We were friends, Monsieur!"
She lurches at Javert, tears freely streaming down her face.
"Don't let them take me away. Please don't let them take me back to prison. Marius, please, we're friends. Don't let them lock me away."
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"I said, I'm requesting some assistant with a disorderly wanton woman in the suite, I believe she is a prostitute, I- this isn't working." He scowls and sets the remote control aside. He'll have to have Valeria explain how she summoned people later.
"Get some sense into yourself now and you won't be locked away. Although don't think I won't be reporting you to- to someone!"
He misses knowing the ins and outs of the law. It made these sort of situations easier.
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"Do not report me, Sir. Dear Marius, do not report me. I'll do whatever you like if you forgive me. Marius, you know me better than to say I am a Lady - you know only when Papa or 'Parnasse have the knife. I willdo anything. Please!"
She's collapsed on the floor again, legs akimbo, and she stares up at Javert in despair.
"Please, sir. Take pity on your friend."
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He heads back to his room, frustrated and sour, and closes the door behind him, locking it. Before doing so, he says "clean yourself up before the others wake, won't you?"