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thecapitol2015-01-11 02:19 am
cigne) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-11 02:19 am
If you ever get to the place where the sun is shining everyday
Who| Swann and maybe you???
What| Gotta shape up these Tributes. And maybe have a drink.
Where| D8 Suites and also the bar in the lobby
When| TODAY
a. District 8 Suites
Swann enters the Suite with her heels clicking on the floor, peering around for any sign of life in here. She carries in her shopping bags, each labeled with the name of her Tributes. The bags overwhelm her tiny frame, the sheer amount of them and their size. Even her sky-high stilettos can't balance it all out.
She approaches the sitting room and carefully arranges the bags on the coffee table, placing them just so, very intent on the appearance. She wants everything to look just right when the Tributes come in, wants to see their eyes light up at how pretty the bags are, with their pristine edges and rich black shine and ribbons on the handles.
They have to show up first, though.
b. Lobby bar
All she needed was a single lemon drop martini, and she has it. Sitting on the high barstool, Swann looks out over the lobby, watching people come and go, watching the crowds ebb and flow as the Tributes enter and leave the building. It's interesting enough, made nicer by the drink, and the screens replay all the best scenes from the past Arena.
She occasionally fiddles with her communicators, checking emails and messages and the tabloids, making sure everything's in order while she dares to lounge for just a few moments.
What| Gotta shape up these Tributes. And maybe have a drink.
Where| D8 Suites and also the bar in the lobby
When| TODAY
a. District 8 Suites
Swann enters the Suite with her heels clicking on the floor, peering around for any sign of life in here. She carries in her shopping bags, each labeled with the name of her Tributes. The bags overwhelm her tiny frame, the sheer amount of them and their size. Even her sky-high stilettos can't balance it all out.
She approaches the sitting room and carefully arranges the bags on the coffee table, placing them just so, very intent on the appearance. She wants everything to look just right when the Tributes come in, wants to see their eyes light up at how pretty the bags are, with their pristine edges and rich black shine and ribbons on the handles.
They have to show up first, though.
b. Lobby bar
All she needed was a single lemon drop martini, and she has it. Sitting on the high barstool, Swann looks out over the lobby, watching people come and go, watching the crowds ebb and flow as the Tributes enter and leave the building. It's interesting enough, made nicer by the drink, and the screens replay all the best scenes from the past Arena.
She occasionally fiddles with her communicators, checking emails and messages and the tabloids, making sure everything's in order while she dares to lounge for just a few moments.
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She's heard about how useless Linden is for District Six, how he might as well not be a Mentor at all. But at least he's mentally there, even if he's a little rebellious or whatever it is that Jolie's implying.
"When we have team meetings, I think I'll start with letting you warm him up to it. Do you mind? I was thinking Friday mornings."
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"It's cute that you think I can." She smirks, despite having just offered to help. "Sure. We can cover it up with coffee or cake or something." Actually, that doesn't sound half bad.. It's pretty much then that Jolie realises coffee is something she's in need of, so she'll take a step back from Swann. "Anyway. I'll let you get back to your present parade. Just remember, I know this District and all our stupid Tributes like the back of my hand. You need help? Ask me." She makes the offer with a sly smile, giving Swann time to respond before it's time to make her exit.
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