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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-10-10 08:11 pm

The Crowning Of Clara Murphy

Who| Everyone.
What| The Crowning of Clara Murphy
Where| A refurbished former-medical building within Capitol. 
When| Starting from late afternoon, going into the evening and late night.
Warnings/Notes| Don't forget, peacekeepers are on high alert and will notice any rebellious activity or odd behaviour. 

The theme of the ceremony is corruption and dystopia, with a distinct nod to futuristic aspects and, of course, robots. The room is stark, clean, and foreboding, all done in metallics, crisp whites, and the occasional bit of robotics set up as art. It speaks as an unholy cross between a medical office, a military base, and an extremely well kept prison.

The ceremony is both a chance for Capitolites to have fun and be grateful for the grand and glorious Panem which in no way exemplifies any attributes of dystopia, while also working as a not so subtle reminder to the troublemakers out there of what can happen when things get out of line. Which they surely won't, with all the peacekeepers around.

Tributes are dressed in all manner of thing incorporating chains, rope, caution tape, muzzles, bars and cages, prison stripes, and uniform orange-- all things reminiscent of imprisonment and restriction. Some tributes may be made to look scuffed up, like cartoon-ish depictions of hardened thugs. There are a few references to robotics, and that of evil and corrupt military men and police officers, but all tributes will be marked by some manner of cuff or chain that clearly denotes them as “criminals”.

They’ll also be given a “prison number” that is actually indicative of their district association and an arbitrary letter next to it, for example, someone from district six will have 06 and the first letter of their name. It will be temporarily tattooed somewhere visible on their skin. It can be washed off but it will take more scrubbing than would be done in a single day, let alone a crowning.

The only exceptions to these rules, are those who have been brought to the winner’s table; all those who can be deemed as cyborgs, scientists, and of course, the victor herself. Her throne sits at the head of the table, a robotic contraption that appears almost as though it might encase her. For a crown, Clara has been given one that seems to bear resemblance to a white picket fence, which, when made into a crown, looks far sharper than the idyllic home setting it’s meant to represent.

Avoxes are all dressed as members of the corrupt Detroit military police. The uniforms are naturally given a more sinister edge. None of them are comfortable. All of them are serving “Detriotto” staple foods.

Around the crowning, flat hologram projections of hockey games can be seen. They show the games of a team called “The Rouge Wings” and alternate that with the less spectacular showings of what appears to be a young boy’s hockey team. Commercials fill the times between promoting the work of Capitol’s peacekeepers, showing appreciation for them on an individual level, encouraging obedience in citizens with pleasant clips of peacekeepers speaking to children, and suggesting recruitment in the truly good and noble of Panem. Capitolites may nod along to these as they giggle at the sight of decorative signs, that are most certainly from Clara’s lesser world, about obeying, consuming, and so on, to a less than favourable government. A few posters feature Clara Murphy’s face in four colour palettes, all humorous jabs at dystopia proclaiming; “MOTHER MURPHY IS WATCHING YOU”.

But hockey games are not the only things that can be seen on the projection screens; if tributes take the time to look, they may see their own face projected above in profile and facing forward views like that of mug shots. Though, how the capitol has managed to get these pictures may be entirely a mystery. Besides these mugshots, criminal records are displayed, listing crimes from “lied to their parents” to petty theft to murder. Whether these records are true or not may be up for much debate.

In the mean time, there are plenty of things for party go-ers to do, such as take part in the David For A Day egg and spoon race, in which tributes will all have a chance to dress up (with wigs and matching clothing of all sizes!) as the mysterious David, compete against others, and should they win, be dubbed David For A Day, winning themselves a banner they can wear and a spot at the victor table.

There is also an obstacle course available dubbed the "Clarence Boddicker Memorial Prison Funhouse" designed to look, you guessed it, like a prison. Fun for all ages and demeanours!

For those looking for retreat, there’s a small section cut away from it all, designed to be a pleasant backyard patio setting opened to a starry night sky and small surrounding garden, in stark contrast to the rest of the place. There’s a small area for dancing in, that can really only accommodate one couple at a time, but is nevertheless perfect for a romantic scene. Only two songs play over speakers here, one perfectly fitting, the other a little more jarring. It’s also here that party go-ers can get their picture taken with a life sized ED-209. Many more much smaller ED-209’s can be seen around and within the crowning party. As well as the occasional roomba, which fans of the last arena will surely get a chuckle out of.

As the crowning nears it’s end, those at the victor’s table will be given paintball guns filled up with red paint. They will be ordered to bring the criminals to justice! The criminals being all the other tributes. Those hit with paint will be made to wait within the Memorial Prison Funhouse until all the criminals are apprehended and forced to do their time! No one will be allowed to go back to the tribute tower until all the criminals are caught.
failbender: (pained)

Zuko

[personal profile] failbender 2014-10-11 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Zuko had nearly punched the person responsible for tattooing him and stopped himself only just barely. (He really hoped that wasn't permanent). They'd dressed him in strange and uncomfortable clothing that that was obviously meant to evoke prison uniforms. Dressing like a prisoner on purpose while helping Sokka infiltrate the Boiling Rock had been one thing, but being forcibly treated like a prisoner made him furious, something that was very obvious as he paced around the party like a caged animal.

He was wearing a washed out uniform like the Fire Nation used for their criminals, but in a bright orange instead of red and chains had been wrapped around his arms, legs, and torso. Somewhat excessively, as if trying to evoke someone being hopelessly bound to their crimes.

After pacing a bit, he finally stopped, realizing that the Peacekeepers might not like the look of his agitated behavior and happened to look up. The hologram of his mug shot caught his eye.

Then the list started scrolling (it needed to scroll to fit everything) making his eyes pop open wide.

- Multiple counts of Arson
- Armed Robbery
- Attempted Patricide
- Multiple Counts of Breaking and Entering
- Felony Child Endangerment
- Conspiracy to Commit Murder of a Minor
- Multiple Counts of Destruction of Property
- Destroying Perfectly Good Tea
- Multiple Counts of Disturbing the Peace
- Multiple counts of Felony Assault
- Multiple Counts of Felony Assault on a Minor
- Multiple Counts of Harassment
- Jaywalking
- Multiple counts of Kidnapping
- Kidnapping of a Minor
- Resisting Arrest
- Multiple Counts of Petty Theft
- Grand Theft Ostrich Horse
- Treason
- Rebellion and Insurrection
- Stalking and Menacing of a Minor
- Criminal Intimidation
- Vigilantism
- Violating Parole By Returning to Restricted Areas after Exile


They were up there for everyone to see and judging from the stricken look on his face at least some of them weren't false. (In this case, most of them weren't false.) He was perfectly aware of his wrongdoings but seeing them all lined up for public viewing was nothing short of devastating.

Shame was an old friend to him, one who had been ever-present during his childhood, that visited with every one of his father's barbed words. It had followed his every step during his exile. But never had it been more profound now that he had something real to be ashamed of. Getting firebending forms wrong, dishonoring his father in his war room, dishonoring himself at the Agni Kai by refusing to fight, his exile - none of that was real. None of those things were things he deserved to be ashamed of. Those were things done to him. It had taken him a very long time to see that but he understood that now.

But he had threatened people, and burned down villages, and menaced a child, and had kidnapped people. He had hired a killer to go after a twelve-year-old. Those things - all of those shameful things - were truly his burden to bear.

Bearing them and trying to make right was something he was trying to do and he knew he was guilty, that he he didn't deserve to be seen as a good person, but it still wasn't any less humiliating to have them up there for all eyes to see, leaving him unsettled and hurt and ashamed and angry.

In short, right now he wasn't exactly in a party mood.

So, watch out, Tributes, that means the boar-q-pine quills are out.
Edited 2014-10-11 01:48 (UTC)
calledmenasir: (The collar's mark)

Nasir

[personal profile] calledmenasir 2014-10-11 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Nasir was in an orange prison uniform, not that he recognized it. What bothered him more was the tattoo, another brand of sorts, and the chains that bound his hands.

He didn't look at the crimes of the other Tributes on the projections (his own centering around a common theme: attempted murder, murder, desecration of a corpse). He didn't participate in the activities. He just stood by the wall, as he had during the first crowning he'd been to. Only instead of appearing emotionless his eyes were cold.

[personal profile] iflipmyhair 2014-10-11 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Zuko wasn't the only one looking at the list, unfortunately. Though, Homura's own focus was on only one thing.

"An ostrich horse?"
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Sigma Klim

[personal profile] futilecycle 2014-10-11 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Sigma is dressed in a shining silver jacket, thread embroidered through the cloth to resemble a circuitboard. His face has been painted to expand the cybernetic eye across his face - the computer and its wire-nerve interface, once hidden by skin and bone, is now artfully drawn on thick wrinkles for all to see. Over the tops of his sleeves, he had been forced into some metal contraption that overlaid a silver metal exoskeleton where his cybernetic skeleton ran beneath. They cover his fingers, making them look like claws. It was rather hard to appear dignified for the cameras when one could barely bend their hands.

It's awkward and even humiliating, for Sigma, to be seated at the head table. There are thousands of eyes on him now, and as cool and composed as he appeared in private, it makes him want to run and hide. He appears rather pale as he takes his seat, and says little a word to the people around him unless spoken to, first. He averts his gaze in frustration and shame when his mugshot is shown on the screen - 'Murder,' 'Kidnapping,' 'Child neglect,' 'Emotional Abuse'. Even if he had pretended to be proud of his role as Zero, he could not bring himself to excuse his rap sheet. He's notes they haven't put child abuse on the list, for his role in his Games - apparently they didn't want to look like hypocrites, Sigma decided.

He waits for the night to end, sipping drinks and participating reluctantly. Unfortunately, if he made it look as though he hated these kinds of events, it would be bad for his image. As the night goes on (and on, and on) he seeks out a passing Tribute in the crowd, engaging eye contact, hoping they might approach him and save him from his boredom.

[[ooc: I am still on Hiatus, but I had a break so I made a placeholder. Please excuse my pace until I return, I will tag out when I come back.]]
Edited 2014-10-11 02:04 (UTC)
justoutrunyou: (The bars of school prison)

Sandy Marko

[personal profile] justoutrunyou 2014-10-11 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Sandy was feeling surprisingly cool in the outfit that Portia had put together for her. Considering her recent stint in jail the kind stylist had seen fit to dress Sandy in something other then actual prison clothes.

Instead after telling Portia about her world a bit and the things Sandy knew of imprisonment, Portia put together a jumpsuit that shimmered like the night sky and had twinkling stars all over it. On the back in glowing purple and black letters it read "Negative Zone Detention Facility."

While Sandy did not know all that much about the Negative Zone she had been told a bit by her father and had determined it would have stars. She even wore a wool cap with more glowing starlights pulled down to hide the mutilation she had done to her own forehead to try and ruin the branding she had received before the arena.

That did not however stop Capitol Citizens from glaring at her and looking down upon her.

Sandy's intentions were to sit at her table with some snacks and juice and ride this wave till she was allowed to leave. She did not want to play. She did not want to mingle with anyone other then fellow tributes.

Without Effie, these parties were just a waste of time anyway.

Slightly less gloomy then usual she remained seated to try and lay low for now.

It doesn't help that for a moment when her list of crimes pops up her heart stops. But they can't know...no one's told them yet right?

Trespassing, breaking and entering, defacing public property, despicable treachery, Underage drinking, public indecency, cheating, murder of an endangered species, being a cry baby, daughter of a monster, mutant...

"Hey! He wasn't a monster!" she pouted but didn't speak up too loud lest she draw attention to herself.
Edited 2014-10-11 17:32 (UTC)
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Dave

[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-10-11 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
It seems a little rude to be incredibly fucking surprised that Clara won and yet, Dave can't help it. Things got really tough as people she knew started weeding out of the Arena, but somehow she made it all the way to the top. He doesn't think she's entirely happy, especially when the Crowning is just a big jab at her and the tributes, but he'll try to keep up that relaxed vibe and make something of tonight.

All things considered, his outfit isn't as bad as it could be. There's an additional amount of chain, more than he'd ever wear voluntarily, and his sleeve is rolled up so that his Capitol cuff is on display. The numbers 09D have been painted onto the side of his head, making use of that undercut for him.

He's managed to sneak a camera into the event and he's using it to pick up an old hobby of his. Selfies. He's taking every chance to raise the camera to his face and snap a shot because let's face it, he looks good. He'll pull people he knows into the shot or ask them to pose with him, but he'll also try to ninja a photo with someone he doesn't know by standing right behind them or zipping in front of them to pull a face and snap a shot.

Occasionally, the straps between his legs have him stumbling and bumping into people. He will try to play this off as entirely intentional. He doesn't really notice the fact that they list theft, assault and battery, animal abuse, terrorism, murder-suicide and jaywalking in his list of crimes- but there's a joke there somewhere. Let's make this night memorable in at least the vaguest kind of positive way, right? Tolerable, at least.
Edited 2014-10-11 02:09 (UTC)
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Ruffnut Thorston

[personal profile] ruffntumblenut 2014-10-11 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
In a reference to a TV show she has never, nor will ever see, Ruffnut is dressed in a red cashmere sweater, with her prisoner ID number on it, silk slacks, a greed hat and a domino mask. This would all be great is she wasn't also dragging around an iron ball on a chain that required her to hold it when she walked or risk tripping on it while it was cuffed to her ankle.

Apparently taking all this in stride she's helping herself to two of everything at the buffet so watch yourself while she's piling her plate up or she might be looking to start a short lived prison riot. Meanwhile her crimes list themselves overhead. Despite her rough and tumble nature there aren't that many compared to the others.

Destruction of property (Too numerous to count), grand theft Yak, theft, assault, pyromania, waste of supplies in times of crisis, public stupidity.
Edited 2014-10-11 17:36 (UTC)
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Harley Quinn

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2014-10-11 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Like most of Harley's party outfits, this one was particularly showy. Or as Harley described it to her stylist "Sexy in a tramp kinda way."

She had rallied to have a straight jacket but was talked out of it by the virtue of wanting to be able to use her arms for the evening.

Making the rounds to her various tributes and friends she was in good spirits as usual though not as loud or explosively so as she normally was. If anything she seemed tired like she'd been up too late, too early or both. Those who were residents of District Nine might notice she had been coming home progressively later each night.

But she was here doing her duties and trying to have a good time despite the doomed feel to the party.

"This reminds me of Arkham." she sighed happily watching the criminals mingle. "throw in some free shock therapy and I'll be right at home."

Of course Harley's crime list was long, so long she lost interest part way through but among the numerous accounts of violence, theft and destruction of property some of the best crimes listed were "Impersonation of a super hero, possession of innocent peoples bodies, inciting a riot (Several counts) and Hyena theft.

Of course one crime slides across the screen long enough to make Harley blanch Blinding a minor. It's her relief when that one leaves. Hopefully no one noticed.
Edited 2014-10-11 17:40 (UTC)
failbender: (embarrassed)

[personal profile] failbender 2014-10-11 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Zuko was standing there, half-hiding his face with his hand.

"It's an animal. You can ride it like a komodo rhino or a mongoose lizard."

That totally explained it.
burnedbrighter: (my stright jacket fits me juuuust right)

Azula

[personal profile] burnedbrighter 2014-10-11 02:33 am (UTC)(link)

In a possibly loose interpretation of the theme Azula is feeling particularly sexy and dangerous in her outfit. A pair of glowing blue cuffs that project a holographic chain from one to the other was the only way she could allow such a binding and claustrophobic idea as chains.

While the others may simply be happy to be alive, or to have their loved ones returned to them Azula is on the job. She's watching, listening and filing away the conversations she catches out of the corner of her ear. Tributes, Sponsors, even staff are all ripe with potential information.

Meanwhile she's spreading around some disinformation of her own as she chats. In order to continue playing her role as loyal to the Capitol she's been listening to the rumors and questions circulating and has her own opinions about what may or may not be true.

Of course it doesn't matter what her real opinions are, just so long as other Capitolites believe what she wants them to believe. That despite having such a disruptive group of tributes Azula is still loyal.

[personal profile] iflipmyhair 2014-10-11 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"...And you stole it." Casually, Homura flipped her hair. "I know what an ostrich is. I know what a horse is. Likewise, the other four animals. I wonder what kind of world you live in that someone thought it prudent to splice those animals together."

Because that was what was important about Zukop's rap sheet.
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The Initiate - Open!

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-10-11 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
--A--

When he's first dressed with bandage around his neck, and then a mask over his mouth he can't help but wonder if as this is all a deliberate allusion to his avoxing. There a 05I tattooed on his collar bone and more bandage around the parts of his wrists what ain't got a traitor's cuff in the way, which don't help this perception. But then he sees all everyone else. It explains things, mostly, even if it has him raising a brow.

His hair is cut short once more. Not the buzzed down short as it was in his avoxing but something closer to his descendant and other self's. The only exception be the long strands what hang in front, what he'd tried to weave into sloppy braids before his stylists insisted the frazzled look would work better here.

Here, being a place what has him swallow hard. The bright white sterility of it all has him somewhere else for a too-long moment. He's on to tugging at his own hair, just to remind himself that it ain't that.

--B--

He's just about to ready himself for a long ass night. All gone and prepared for it like it's a round of fear training to force himself through.

Until he sees something impossible.

A Miracle.

An avox serving drinks native at to the sister's homeworld and...

A true and motherfucking legit wicked elixir.

Oh. Oh Messiahs...

He walks like a troll entranced, right up to the avox, and takes the bottle from them as gently as one would handle a newborn child. The avox scurries off quick but he ain't even notice. He is entirely entranced on this soda bottle. He thought he'd never see one again, it'd almost gone on a full sweep and yet, here it is. He drops to the ground, not even bother to move out of the way or none. He snaps the neck on that elixir beauteous and the sound alone is like a melody. He almost forgets to pull the mask off his mouth, as he brings the bottle to his lips and takes that first sip. It's real. Oh Mirth, it's really real. He ain't even be of hallucinations.

A noise escapes from him and if someone near mistook it for a sob, well, they wouldn't be wrong. He's never been one to cry. Not for all anything. But there are just some miracles a laughsassin proper's gotta get his weep on to. He picks the bottle up and craddles it to his face as the indigo spills free from his oculars.

--C--

For the rest of that night, ain't nothing what can faze him. Even settled before a screen what lists off things done in his life as crimes, he can't even be assed to give a fuck. He has a motherfucking faygo and as long as it's his, all is momentarily right in the world.

He even gets a few laughs out of it, as he takes drink after drink from the various avoxes, collecting bottles around him like a castle. He ain't even bothered to wipe the indigo tracks from his face-- it would mess his paint up more anyway.

Minor theft, what was... oh yeah, he remembers that now. He used to drop off gold jewlery he found off corpses when he took things in the market place instead of getting pay on official. Trespassing... that was probably being about going in seadweller's territory. Motherfucking oops. Something on there about fraud and his military enlistment age-- the fuck did that even mean? Since when was it being illegal to join the troops? Whatever.

The list goes on with assault, arson, destruction of property, attempted murder. Murder first degree, graffiti, and desecration of corpses get mentioned a few times. There seems to be emphasis on the few kills he did on "fellow officers" but he remembers those clear and the first one was crazy and the other motherfucking deserved it or just straight up got in the way. Aiding and abetting a criminal-- since the motherfuck when? Oh, wait. Signless the one time when they was both young, then Terezi. Right.

The crimes list goes on and on and none of it even motherfucking matters. Cause he's got the best thing in this whole damn universe right now.

Lusus neglect gets him to spit though.

"I DID MOTHERFUCKING NOT!" He snaps at the screen. He grumbles, "Ain't my fault he had better shit to do..."
failbender: (nose pinch)

[personal profile] failbender 2014-10-11 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"I needed it."

No, that wasn't really true. Or, well, maybe he did, but Song and her family had needed it too and he'd had no right to take it.

Ugh, more guilt. Someday, if they ever got home and won the war, he really ought to send her family money to pay for what he'd stolen. Maybe even enough for two ostrich horses.

"Nobody combined any animals. It's not two animals, it's one animal with two parts. That's how most animals are; they have two parts and sometimes other animals have one of those parts."

Only a few animals were just one thing and didn't share features with other animals.
Edited 2014-10-11 02:43 (UTC)
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Joel

[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-10-11 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
The shirt Jolie put him in for tonight isn't much of one, and the little jingling sounds the chains on it make, he's sure are liable to drive him batty by the end of the night.

That, combined with the leather pants that are just a little too snug to be really comfortable for him, makes Joel even grouchier than he would usually be in a big crowd at a fancy party (which is pretty grouchy, regardless). He keeps to his usual MO, which is to stick to the fringes of the action as much as he can, grabbing some food here and there but avoiding most people - especially people he recognizes as native Capitolites.

When his face flashes on the screen, like one of those old mug shots police in his world used to use back when they had that thing called law and order, and a list of crimes starts scrolling, well.

Joel just rolls his eyes and turns his back on it after the first few.

Torture. Murder. Smuggling.
earthborn: (strategy without tactics)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-10-11 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
And then there's this asshole.

What a sight, sitting full on the floor in the middle of the room, cradling a bottle of soda and weeping. Moaning when he drinks like it's some kind of-- no, he's really crying, isn't he? Tears and all. There's really only one thing, Shepard can say to that.

"Are you...okay?" in tones more likely to go with the phrase, are you insane? Even with him sitting on the floor, she's only a head taller than his damn horns. It's annoying, and the urge to smack them aside is almost overwhelming. "Because I'm not gonna lie, this is pretty weird, even for you."
earthborn: (has confidence in her men)

Shepard | Open

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-10-11 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
At the Victor's Table - Looking around her, there was an obvious theme to the seating arrangement. You had two kinds of people here-- those with metal parts tacked on, and those who'd get along well with Mordin Solus, currently seated between two people who looked very much like they'd prefer it if the world had a volume control, right about now. Kinda brought some perspective to the fact that, for all her modifications, Shepard's still fairly untouched, to look at her. Give thanks for small blessings, then.

So here she is, bored out of her skull, longing for the day when she could safely refuse to ever attend a fancy themed dinner, unless it involved the wedding of someone near and dear to her heart. At least there were some things-- there was the relative comfort of her clothes, the interesting lists of crimes on the walls, and the presence of alcohol in her beverage. The new escort had that much going for her; Shepard wasn't going to put up with two Crownings with sparkling cider. Not in this reality.

Along the Walls - Shepard likes this decor; it's functional, and interesting and she can ignore people while she's reading it. Oh, here's a fun one, Shepard, J with a picture of her that could've been pulled right out of an Alliance Database. No way her makeup had ever been that good in a real mugshot.

Destruction of a Historical Monument, Multiple Counts of Murder, Embezzlement, Fraud, Collusion with Terrorists, Molestation of Keepers, Grand Theft Frigate (Two Counts), Identification Theft, Fraternization Within Ranks, Genocide (Two counts), Harboring a Fugitive... , The list went on and on. She smiled to remember it. Embezzlement? Was that what they were calling it?

"Ha," she sipped her drink and kept reading. Ah, the good old days, when life was simple and-- Wait, did that say Assassination? Wow, "Oh damn, I forgot all about that one."
Edited 2014-10-11 04:09 (UTC)
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Jolie

[personal profile] reallynow 2014-10-11 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
It's been a while since Jolie attended a party and just as long since she'd seen most of these tributes around. She's ecstatic for Clara, even if she needs to pretend that she's disappointed someone from Eight didn't win. Tonight is all about letting her hair down and ignoring that foreboding feeling that seems to have spanned over three or four months.

She's dressed more like a guard than a prisoner for obvious reasons. She's opted for long, dark hair pulled to the side in a ponytail to highlight her handcuff shaped earrings. It's easy to feel fierce when you look fierce and she's happily partaking in drinks and conversations as she mills about. If you know her or she's in your district, you can expect the drag queen to drape over you eagerly even if you don't get along so well. If you don't know her, she'll probably try to make an introduction as she mingles.

Everyone gets greeted basically the same way, regardless of whether she knows you. "Hey honey, keeping out of trouble?" That will be offered with a flirty smirk and a curious brow raise. Fussing over outfits is a must, so expect her to gush about how you look, critique it or make her way over to adjust lopsided chains and fabric.
Edited 2014-10-11 03:57 (UTC)
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natasha | open

[personal profile] atoner 2014-10-11 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Well, as far as provocative outfits go, Natasha's almost surprised that this is what they gave her. To be honest, she's worn a lot worse on missions, albeit never with heavy shackles around her wrists like oversized bracelets. Her stylists made her up a lot more flashily than she'd normally choose, but as always, Nat goes with the flow.

Mostly, she's observing. The Capitol and how they work. The number of peacekeepers out in force. From what she knows of the blackout, it really riled them up.

But her attention is quickly grabbed by the sight of her own face up there on the walls. It's the picture off the SHIELD databases, she recognizes it. And then a wall of scrolling text:

ASSASSINATION
MURDER
ESPIONAGE
BETRAYING STATE SECRETS
ILLEGAL HACKING
ARSON
CHILD MURDER
TORTURE
ASSAULT
DEFECTION


...which is funny, because the last "crime" listed is something Natasha considers the best thing she's ever done.

It's a display she watches with a quizzical look and a raised eyebrow.
Edited 2014-10-11 04:12 (UTC)
fintastic: (srs)

Feferi Peixes | Open

[personal profile] fintastic 2014-10-11 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Although Feferi spends a substantial portion of the night staying close to Sollux, from time to time she can be found wandered off, uncharacteristically wallflowering off to the sides of the room. She's been dolled up in a gross approximation of a prison jumpsuit, completely with handcuff-belt; only the top half has been rolled down, with a faux-dingy tanktop underneath. In addition to the 01F fake tattood on her wrist, there are a couple others running down her arms. She's been made up to look fashionably grimy, though how well the effect works with the glittery dark circles around her eyes and metallic bruises is up for debate.

She's trying to smile and mingle as much as she can, trying to keep a good image, but it's hard-- the glitter in her makeup gets in her eyes, and seeing the fake tattoos out of the corner of her eye is agitating, so much so that she's already smudged several of them only an hour or two into the party. The way they've piled her hair on her head and all the hairspray that's been put in it to keep it looking intentionally messy isn't helping either. And while the knee-high boots round it all out, but the heels don't make it easy for her to move, so for the most part, she's more stationary than she would like to be. She'll still flutter her fins and wave at anyone who gives a friendly look her way, and even to some of those who don't.
Edited 2014-10-11 04:12 (UTC)
fintastic: (yes hello)

[personal profile] fintastic 2014-10-11 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Feferi's glad to at least spot some friendly faces in the crowd. She's a sociable creature, but this is just way too many people in a cramped space for her tastes. Maybe if they were spread out a little more, but...

"Dave!" As soon as she's sure it's him, she waves and starts hobbling her way over, wishing vaguely that they had just given her normal shoes and strapped her legs together. At least it wouldn't hurt her feet as much, and even a few hours are enough to have her feet aching and bruised. As soon as she gets closer, she gives him an appraising look, and a little smile. "Look at you. They made you look all handsome! Me..."

Fake bruises and sunken eyes with glittery sheens, a modified prison jumpsuit and fake-dirty tanktop. Faux tattoos down both her arms. Though the bloodshot eyes are legitimate, and it's easy to see why when she keeps rubbing at them, smudging more of the makeup and probably just making things worse.
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[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2014-10-11 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Considering the pants and choker they'd had him wear, Sam's actually okay with them not putting him in a shirt and opting to just drape a few more chains over him. The pants are hard enough to move in.

He'd been mingling a little, but when he spots a very familiar red head in an... interesting outfit, he heads over immediately.

Sam seriously doubts he's sneaking up on her, but for a moment, he just looks at what she's watching. "You should see what they put on mine."
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[personal profile] arrogantalloy 2014-10-11 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Tony was at least mildly pleased about this crowning.

Well not the theme they were going with, that was actually making him unbelievably tense. After all, he's never been a fan of hospitals, and all the deliberate sterility of the place was only putting him more on edge.
No what he was pleased about was the outfit he had been put into. It wasn't hot pink so it was a leap in the right direction. That being said he wasn't too in love with the fact the coat had a large iron ring over where his reactor used to live with chains between the ring and cuffs on his wrists. It was a little too on the nose for his taste. As for the temporary tattoo of 012T was resting underneath his left eye with a thick line underneath it.

Tony like always had found his way the food, sampling everything they had offered up claiming it all to be Detriotto staples. While he wasn't sure how much of a staple they actually were, he'd barely been to his own worlds detroit, let alone Clara's. But it was tasty and that's all that counts as he bit into a slice of cake while looking at his apparent mug shot along with a list of felonies.

Which really most of it was true, including Public nudity and Flying above 10,000 feet high a license. Really he was pretty much proud of everything up there. After all it shows he lived a full life, right?

"Well, those bring back memories."
Edited 2014-10-11 06:06 (UTC)