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thecapitol2014-10-30 11:41 am
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-30 11:41 am
Entry tags:
- aang,
- cassandra marko,
- event: reaping,
- harley quinn,
- haruto soma,
- kousuke nitou,
- molotov cocktease,
- open,
- sam wilson,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- torin byrd,
- ✘ azula,
- ✘ bruce banner,
- ✘ bucky barnes (mcu),
- ✘ davesprite,
- ✘ felicity worthington,
- ✘ gary epps,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ jennifer blackwood,
- ✘ kenny mccormick,
- ✘ luke,
- ✘ milla vodello,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ natasha romanoff (mcu),
- ✘ nick (twd),
- ✘ nill,
- ✘ pixie,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ ruffnut thorston,
- ✘ tony stark,
- ✘ venus dee milo
Mini-Arena Reaping
Who| All Tributes, mentors, stylists, escorts, and some citizens.
What| The mini-arena reaping.
Where| The grand foyer of the Tribute Center.
When| 7pm Thursday (11/6). Please note: This log is forward dated by one week.
Warnings/Notes| Unhappy tributes.
At approximately 5pm Thursday, all of the Tributes were notified that their presence would be required at a mandatory meeting in the grand foyer of the Tribute Center. It was to be a formal occasion, and all of the stylists were instructed to dress their Tributes in their autumn best. At 8pm, Peacekeepers arrived at each floor to escort the Tributes down to the foyer, which had been decorated in a playful, nostalgic manner. The Tributes were seated at one of twelve large, numbered tables, though they were told they could mingle, dance, or help themselves to as much punch as they'd like. By all appearances, this little fete was nothing more than a typical, if somewhat bizarre Capitol celebration.
[ooc notes: General arena information can be found here. If you would like for your adult character to react violently/riot after the reaping, you must comment to this post.]
What| The mini-arena reaping.
Where| The grand foyer of the Tribute Center.
When| 7pm Thursday (11/6). Please note: This log is forward dated by one week.
Warnings/Notes| Unhappy tributes.
At approximately 5pm Thursday, all of the Tributes were notified that their presence would be required at a mandatory meeting in the grand foyer of the Tribute Center. It was to be a formal occasion, and all of the stylists were instructed to dress their Tributes in their autumn best. At 8pm, Peacekeepers arrived at each floor to escort the Tributes down to the foyer, which had been decorated in a playful, nostalgic manner. The Tributes were seated at one of twelve large, numbered tables, though they were told they could mingle, dance, or help themselves to as much punch as they'd like. By all appearances, this little fete was nothing more than a typical, if somewhat bizarre Capitol celebration.
[ooc notes: General arena information can be found here. If you would like for your adult character to react violently/riot after the reaping, you must comment to this post.]
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On the other hand, holy shit. Just. Holy shit. For a moment there, this girl sounded like she was two fries short of a happy meal, and like she has a lot she has to get off her chest.
"Fuck Orc. No one likes Orc and his dumb name." Davesprite has no idea what she's talking about, much less who Orc is.
"... because anything resulting from Hey, do this thing. Do it. It feels nice, has always ended well for the poor bastard who was stupid enough to believe it." Heh. "Nah. I'll pass. But knock yourself out, you look like you could use it more than I do."
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But fury overtakes confusion , and she lashes out. "Don't you say, "Fuck Orc." Don 't you tell me nobody liked him. He were better than both of us and don't you forget it! It is for us - yes, us, he is dead. I shan't have you saying it so."
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"Wow, all right..." the feathers on his wings puff slightly, and he falls into an easy slouch, with hands dipping into his pockets. "I was going to play along with it for a little while, but my gut says that if we don't throw some cold water on your shit soon I'm going to end up with half a face. I'm not Dave."
He gestures with his head in Dave's direction, wherever he is.
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"Is this a trick? From the Capitol? Or twins? Dave said he had wings..." She gestured at Davesprite's back. "Who are you, Sir? Tell me now, for I shan't be laughed at!"
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And this marks the second tally for twins. Loki had been the first to remark on it. Might as well go with it.
"Siamese twins. We were attached at the shoulder blades until we were like, nine. Crab-walked fifteen miles to school and back for almost a decade until our Bro got us surgically separated. I got these huge orange fuckers grafted to my back, but Dave decided to forgo the feathery appendages." He sighs dramatically, feigning empathy. The wings actually rise and fall with his sigh. "Don't ask him about the disfiguring scars, though. He's pretty sensitive about them."
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Yes, the boys would have done well in St. Michel, the old Court of Miracles. Imagine, flying Siamese twins! And a liar as well - even better.
"Might I have your name?"
1/3
2/3
The wings, however, shudder, as if in a shiver.
3/3
... or something. Who knows where Davesprite was going to go with that metaphor.
Davesprite clears his throat, "Yeah, our mom was the hot bearded lady. She practically gave birth to us on the tightrope."
He glances across the room over at Dave, then turns his head back to watch her. The feathers ruffle under her fingers again.
"Ladies first."
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"Eponine," she replies. The other story , about Dave's mum being a bearded lady takes longer to absorb.
"I'll ask Dave, you know, if you 're just making fun of me. He has never said for his mum to be a bearded lady."
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"I'm not really surprised, I mean, yeah, our mom is pretty choice and all -- but who really wants to admit that she has a beard that routinely sends Billy Gibbons to the girl's bathroom to cry in envy?"
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"You've still not told me your name." she says, Impatiently.
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He does have to give her mad kudos for nodding like she did, though. Most people won't even give him that.
"It's Davesprite."
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"You are not like Dave. He is so innocent I scare him. But you should be fit for the streets of my homeland, your tongue twists so much and you laugh in your eyes. It is like so many men I know. I were not patient for such tricks. But you, yes."
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He shrugs.
"Believe me, don't believe me, whatever. You're probably going to go and ask Dave anyway, so there ain't really a point in me trying to explain it to you." He rolls his shoulders, letting one wing stretch out, and turns to look back up at the drawings pinned to the wall. "While you're asking him, though, make sure you tell him that his feathery alt self says hey, and that he still owes me an apple juice date."
... wow, he is talking entirely too much.
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She glances back across at Dave. No, she won't be asking Dave anything, as much as she'd like to. Dave said he needed space, which basically, in Eponine's mind, means 'get lost'. She won't be going near again.
"You can tell him yourself." She says primly. "I ain't a messenger no more. I don't take nothing unless you're giving me something to do it."
Oh my lord I thought I replied to this ><
She probably can't see it, because of the shades, but he's eyeing her from the corner of his vision, like a kid who's trying to make sure his sibling doesn't steal the last cookie off his plate. At least until she mentions not being a messenger anymore, and he relaxes enough to adjust his shades and continue looking at the drawings.
There's one that seems to depict one of the trolls, but it's hard to tell through the scrawl which one it is.
"Anyway, it doesn't look like this is your first rodeo."
He's only pointing it out because of the drawings of herself.
Just terrible. Never tag me ever, ever again, you terrible rp'r.
So she answers, slightly hesitantly, "I have been in maybe ten arenas now. Ten deaths in the arena. Three eaten by a zombie. Some with my neck slit. One execution. but it is the zombie that is worse. It was R. He gives me dreams where I scream awake."
Fine then! I just won't! Ever again! ... she said as she tagged back again.
"Holy shit."
Ten. Ten arenas. Ten deaths. It's simultaneously easy and hard to wrap his brain around it. Easy, because he's been balls-deep in alternate Daves before, and so the concept of being alive more than once isn't terribly lost on him. Hard, because even when it isn't terribly outside the realm of Fucked Up Things that he's seen in his extraneous lifetime, it's still Horribly Fucked Up.
"The Capitol either really hates you, or they really love you, jesus christ."
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Not a good memory. She pulls it from the wall, and slowly begins to rip it up. With her hands full, she throws her confetti into the air and lets it rain down over herself and Davesprite. And then she reaches for another. It's Eponine sat in a bin, with a banana peel on her head. She begins to rip it up. And slowly, slowly, the more she rips and throws, the more her frown turns into a smile so utterly joyous she feels as if she could explode.
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He doesn't really know what he's saying anymore, only that he definitely isn't going to hold it against her for ripping down the drawings, now. There is a part of him that wonders how long it will be before the kiddies start drawing him being eaten by zombies.
"Well..." He does frown when she tosses the confetti into the air. Some of it drifts into his hair, while more of it drifts into his feathers. His wings tick, but it isn't quite enough to shake the little scraps of paper away. "I guess I'll leave you to keep getting your catharsis on and keep doing this thing..."