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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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"And who are you?" she asks, head tilting a bit to the side. "Tell me about yourself. What you want me to know. It's my job to help you win, and I promise, I want that to happen! But I need your help. I don't want to just shove you all in little boxes and sell you as stereotypes. I want to Sponsors to care about you, not a generic role that the right face could fill. Does that make sense?"
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He figures that the capitol knows a lot about him, anyway, and he has to bite his tongue to keep himself from saying so. "I'm from New York City, November 1962." And he realized that those things probably meant little - if anything - to her. "I'm a professor - teacher - where I come from. I don't enjoy killing, and would not ever make the choice to do so willingly."
Winning wasn't really in his plans, after all.
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"Okay, well, a teacher. That's good! What do you teach, exactly?" Swann's envisioning a line of educational videos, perhaps. Photoshoots with Charles leaning against a desk and taking a bite of an apple, giving the camera a coy smirk. A rumor of a star-crossed romance with a student back in his own world, to catch the girls' hearts.
"You don't have to kill anyone to win, you know. It's probably easier, but there have been Victors who won with survival skills. Annie Cresta is the most famous, she swam through a tidal wave that drowned all her competition. She's from Four, so she was good in the water."