Look, I actually made a friend today. [closed]

[reallynow]

Who| Jolie and Clint.
What| Jolie has yet to sink her claws into the fresh meat, so she schedules an appointment with him.
Where| Jolie's workroom, D8 suites.
When| Sometime after the Arena.
Warnings/Notes| Standard Hunger Games warnings.

There's not a lot that escapes Jolie around here. She's been a Stylist for a long, long time and though it was easier when there were two tributes per District, she feels no less capable of wrangling the excessive numbers when she pays attention. Clint had arrived just in time for the Arena, leaving before she could get more than a glance at him. She made up for it by keeping an eye on him through the Arena and was delighted to find that he was related in some fashion to the weird superhero clique she had become so fond of.

She's benevolent enough to spare him a few days to rest up after the Arena, but eventually she'll pass on the message that she needs to see him in the workroom attached to the suites. She waits in there with a few samples of fabric laid out, all in various shades of maroon, purple and grey. She's dressed up, of course, she wouldn't be a Capitolite if she weren't. To pass the time between bouts of waiting and working on some projects, she's sitting with a sketchbook open and idly sketching some outfit ideas that have come to mind.

When she hears either a knock or an opening of the door, she'll be on her feet and grinning eagerly at her guest. "Here I thought you were gonna flake on me."

Comments

[cognitived]

Jolie might have given him a few days to rest after the Arena, but Clint can't exactly say he rested. Sure, he'd checked in on people, sure he'd curled up and slept a bit, but it's not entirely easy to wind down from your death. At least, Clint doesn't have experience otherwise.

In any case, when he hears his apparent Stylist ( what. ) is asking around for him, Clint doesn't let her wait very long. This isn't out of respect, but rather, Clint's bewildered and curious and this could be an opportunity to see more of what this Capitol is like. So he raps his knuckles against the door, sliding it open with ease.

He's not expecting, however, to be greeted by such an eager grin.

"Well I can't start off with bad expectations can I?" Wry, he rucks fingers through the short spikes of his hair, stepping further into Jolie's workshop with a curious gaze at the few fabric samples and sketch pages strewn about.

[reallynow]

Space is space either way. What he does with his downtime is his business as far as she's concerned. Other Stylists might be all up in their Tribute's grills the moment they hit the ground, but Jolie likes to approach them slowly. Casually. Real classy like. It is incredibly important that they don't get the impression that she's desperate for their attention. If she does her job right, it'll be the other way around.

"Only if you want to look like shit." She replies curtly, her grin fading into something more of a smirk as she herds him in and gestures at a seat for him. She barely casts a glance back to him before she's flicking through a rack of half made clothes.

"So, is being witty and attractive all it takes to be in the super hero club? Because I've talked to Tony Stark, and I think I have a shot."

[cognitived]

She's blunt, and that's always been something Clint appreciated in a person. So there's a soft laugh, even as he lets Jolie herd him in, a curious look even as he perches on the offered chair. The rack of half made clothes garner half a glance before he's refocusing in on Jolie, watching the way she expertly moves around her space and picks through clothes.

"Yeah, basically." Flippant, head cocked, smirk tugging up at his lips. "Just got to be in the right place at the right time, and suddenly you're a super hero."

Or maybe it's the wrong place at the wrong time, he always mixes those two.

[reallynow]

As Jolie starts pulling things off the rack, it's abundantly clear that she's already decided he isn't having anything to do with sleeves. The clothes range from fitted, detailed vests to draped tank tops and jacket length vests. The pants are notably leather or fitted looking in a variety of colours and she moves to set it all down next to him on the table before putting her hands on her hips.

"Guess I better get myself a watch, then." She quips back, pulling a face as if sincerely bothered that she's missing her apparent chance to join the Avengers.

"Bullshit aside, I'm trying to clock a theme for you." She admits, moving to half circle him as she does, taking in the angles. "I was thinking boho badass. Sleeveless, tough guy, but lots of draping and stylish but kind of cool, casual." She circles her hand around in the air before snapping her fingers. "Your opinion means basically nothing to me, though. Start putting stuff on."

[cognitived]

He watches curiously, chin resting in his palm as Jolie moves about and pulls various clothing off the racks. It's a somewhat impressive stack, part of him wants to back out of here already.

"Boho badass? Yeah, I can work that."

He smirks, laughter coloring the tone of his voice. Clint gets to his feet, shrugging a shoulder, and reaches back to tug his shirt up over his head. Yeah, he has no qualms with nudity, so, uh, appreciate the topless archer picking through clothes?

[reallynow]

It's impressive that he hasn't backed out already, because Jolie is more than accustomed to having to fight with her tributes. He seems pretty even keel, which bodes well for his future. If he can still turn it in Arenas while going with the flow, he'll be alright.

"I trust you. And me. Especially me." She puts her hands on her hips and lets him do his thing, though her eyes widen considerably when he decides to take his shirt off without any mild cattle prodding from her.

"I thought you were an archer, what are you doing with those guns?" Look, if he's going to take his shirt off willy nilly she's going to have to flirt at least a little bit.