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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...
this is my provocative face
Oh this was gonna be so good.
this is my provocative mustache
He stepped into the elevator and the door closed behind him. Without the chocolates, he might have questioned why she was laying it on so thick, because that was usually his thing, but as it stood, this all just seemed like a really wonderful idea to him.
It doesn't mean anything, it's suppose to be provocative!
As soon as the elevator had lifted it's self up enough she hit the button to stop it, and reached out to push him against the wall.
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He smiled as his back hit the wall, hands starting to reach for her hips.
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"I dunno how you forgot me. I don't know if you haven't meet me yet. But I know who you are, asshole."
Surprise!
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"I died before I woke up here and I sure as heck don't know you." He would have remembered her face.
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"So you're not the son of a bitch who goes around calling himself a Trickster?"
From her tone of voice...she wasn't going to believe him even if he said he wasn't.
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"I have never seen you in my life and I remember all of it, so you've got the wrong boyscout. What did my oh-so-handsome doppelganger do to you, anyway?"
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That might be some hyperbole, but she was pissed. Even if she, technically, didn't remember going through it.
It was the principal of the thing.
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"Dean?" Before his sense of self-preservation could kick in and tell him to keep playing dumb, he'd already blurted it out. Aw, shit.
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Her eyebrows knit together.
"You can't even get my damn name right? Seriously?"
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"Dean's an ugly mook. You're... lady-Dean. Less ugly and presumably less mook-like. You've gone all... Shikandin." He waved his arms at her. "Okay, honest truth? I'm Loki, but I'm not your Loki." Well, that was about as honest as he ever got.
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No. What.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
She had let up on the pressure against him, now just entirely confused. Who the hell was Dean? The guy she'd meet at the Hot Springs?
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He let out a long sigh. "I'm Loki, as in Loki, the Norse trickster. What you're describing? I did to a guy named Dean, so, see? You've got the wrong trickster, Sugarlips. Also Dean and I kind of get along now. Well, actually, I'd say he owes me one, because I did sort of just die to save his bacon."
He grinned. "So either you owe me one or I'm not your trickster."
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This wasn't sitting well. Because really, how often did this guy pull this shit?
Maybe that wasn't something she wanted to know.
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He groaned. "Lady-Dean, listen up. I'm a trickster, but I'm not your trickster, just an equally handsome and sexually alluring one. I didn't kill you; you weren't killed by me. Capiche?"
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The pieces were all there. But she wasn't putting them together.
Or possibly didn't want to put them together.
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At this point, he was losing hope. The Dean here didn't seem to know who he was beyond Trickster, either. "Look, I know you want to hate me or whatever it is that repressed Winchesters do when they're not getting my baby bro to lick their assholes, but I really did just die to save Deano's ass, alright?"
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There were a couple things in what he just said that that could apply to. But she was, for the moment, going to focus on the ugly, male part. Either way, the pressure of her elbow was off Gabriel's chest.
"I'm a dude where you come from?"
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"Which brother?"
If he was actually Loki...ah, hell, she couldn't remember the ins and outs of Norse mythology. This is what she had Sammy for. And the internet.
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"Lucifer. I stood up to him so that Sam and Dean could escape and he stabbed me. So next time you get pissed at me, imagine little Samantha getting stabbed by you for someone else, because that's what I did for your oafish male counterpart, Princess." Well, he assumed her Sam was a girl, too, but the name fit either way.
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