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thecapitol2013-02-19 03:27 pm
marcato) wrote in thecapitol2013-02-19 03:27 pm
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WHO| Aunamee and you.
WHAT| He likes the attention.
WHERE| Performing Arts Center OR any restaurant OR the tribute tower.
WHEN| Post Arena 05.
WARNINGS| Sadism.
Aunamee wore his fame well.
As a young boy, he had been taught to annunciate his syllables and look people in the eye. He had learned to remember faces. Names. He had learned humility and had he learned to smile, wide and bright, his lips choreographed dancers. Upon arriving in the Capitol, the transformation from murderer to celebrity was second nature (or perhaps first nature?) for Aunamee. He said yes to every sponsor. He said yes to every picture. He allowed citizens to stop him on the street and ask him questions, and when they did, he treated them with a gentle patience. He spent the majority of his kill credits buying Howard dinner, but the rest of it he spent on strangers. He gave them flowers. Meals. Drinks.
(He will erase those pictures of his dead face. He will erase those pictures of his rage.)
In the evenings, he would loiter outside the performing arts center until he could convince one of the Capitol families to buy him a ticket to the opera, the orchestra. He would wait near restaurants until someone asked him to be their special, mealtime guest.
In the nights -- the late nights -- he wandered the training center, memorizing faces of the people who were still awake. Memorizing names.
WHAT| He likes the attention.
WHERE| Performing Arts Center OR any restaurant OR the tribute tower.
WHEN| Post Arena 05.
WARNINGS| Sadism.
Aunamee wore his fame well.
As a young boy, he had been taught to annunciate his syllables and look people in the eye. He had learned to remember faces. Names. He had learned humility and had he learned to smile, wide and bright, his lips choreographed dancers. Upon arriving in the Capitol, the transformation from murderer to celebrity was second nature (or perhaps first nature?) for Aunamee. He said yes to every sponsor. He said yes to every picture. He allowed citizens to stop him on the street and ask him questions, and when they did, he treated them with a gentle patience. He spent the majority of his kill credits buying Howard dinner, but the rest of it he spent on strangers. He gave them flowers. Meals. Drinks.
(He will erase those pictures of his dead face. He will erase those pictures of his rage.)
In the evenings, he would loiter outside the performing arts center until he could convince one of the Capitol families to buy him a ticket to the opera, the orchestra. He would wait near restaurants until someone asked him to be their special, mealtime guest.
In the nights -- the late nights -- he wandered the training center, memorizing faces of the people who were still awake. Memorizing names.
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He did, however, also bring with him security. He wasn't about to let a violent and untested man sit with him alone in such a secluded area.
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Not yet.
"This is beautiful," he said. "This space. It's clear that you see considerable value in the arts."
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