thecapitol | I can't help that I need it all

Who| Julian Bradds and you!
What| Julian invades all the Districts
Where| D1-D12
When| The second week of being in the Capitol
Warnings/Notes| None, will update if needed

Julian meant it when he said he would use all the District’s floors if he had to. Since he didn’t get what he asked for, he’s left with no choice but to just take what he can. Julian thinks it’s only suitable for what he’s had to go through. There’s nothing to stop him either. Julian knows the elevators open right onto the floors. Unfortunately for others, that means Julian’s free to roam and do as he pleases. Saving that bag of chips or piece of cake? Too bad now Julian’s eating it. Want to use the TV? Too bad Julian’s already using it, and he’s clutching onto that remote very tightly.

Julian has no qualms about making himself as comfortable as possible either. He’ll set the entire contents of fridges out on the dining room table, so he can sample food and pick his favorites at his leisure. He’ll push couches together and collect all the pillows just to make a nice nest for himself. And if this causes an inconvenience or obstacle for others, Julian doesn’t really care.

While it’s more likely these behaviors will be something that are walked in on, as Julian will be more favorable to areas that are empty to begin with, Julian won’t particularly care about doing them under the noses of other people either. He’ll reach right past someone to start unloading the fridge, and if the remote isn’t being watched carefully Julian will snatch it up and change the channel to what he wants.

Julian can be found doing this on any of the floors, regardless if it’s his District or not, and he’ll make himself look so at home that it’s possible he could be mistaken as a new Districtmate for those that don't recognize him.

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Julian scowls, which is his general reaction to meeting anyone from the Capitol, at the mention of escort. But even if he views the Capitol people as unsavory in general, Holly hasn’t done anything to directly offend him yet, so he reaches out and shakes her hand. “Julian Bradds. I’m from district six.”

“What makes ten the best district?”

She's been around the block enough times to be used to people's reactions to her status as Capitolite. It's not something that makes her feel good, of course, but she... can sort of understand it, even if she's too afraid to ever speak out against the Capitol. "Lovely to meet you, Julian!" she says, with absolute sincerity.

"Everything!" she says, in a tone that suggests she thinks it should be obvious. "The people, the atmosphere, and the number itself. Who doesn't love the number ten? I love having tens of things, especially donuts!" She gives her figure a quick rundown with her hands. "I'm sure it shows, doesn't it?" Of course it's all padding, but he doesn't need to know that.

Even if the sincerity is nice, better than what he’s received from some of the tributes here, he doesn’t return the sentiment, just lets go of her hand with a small nod.

“I’ve never been to the real district ten, but here it’s just a floor. The atmosphere is the same as all the other floors. They look pretty much identical.” For the most part, he doesn’t look or sound particularly convinced by her response, but the scowl does disappear some, replaced by faint amusement, at the mention of donuts. “Wouldn’t donuts be better in twelves? I thought they came in a dozen anyway.”

Holly clicks her tongue a little at that statement, because as far as she's concerned, the atmosphere is most certainly not the same. Or at least, she tries not to let it be! She wants District 10's floor to be unique, so now she's going to take this to heart and try and change things up a little.

But first, she lets out a laugh. "Oh, but that's what I meant! I eat them by the ten dozen!" She gives him a wink, before standing upright and folding her arms, giving the room a look-over. "So... you mentioned it's got the same atmosphere. Well, what would you suggest to make things different, hmm? I can't have it being the same, that's just a crime!"

“More decorations, obviously. Some statues or something. The more expensive the better. I’m not sure what kind of artists there are here, but paintings by famous artists always seem to add a nice touch,” he says, sounding a bit bored. Even back home, he was never one to care too much about interior design. He just knew that generally the more something cost, the more people tended to like it, at least in the circle of people he dealt with.

But after a pause, his expression brightens, and he almost looks a little excited when he adds, “Also, having a lot of baked goods placed everywhere would help. And more blankets spread around. And a massage chair.” The last part is definitely just a list of things Julian wants so he can mooch off them when he visits the floor, but it would change the atmosphere so Julian considers it a win-win.

Holly nods along as he speaks, looking like she absolutely agrees with everything he's saying. And she does. Julian is bringing up some very good points, she really ought to have done some of this already! Some statues would definitely make the place look more exciting. And art, for sure.

Her eyes light up when he mentions baked goods though. "Ooh! That's a wonderful idea!" she exclaims, clapping her hands together. "The baked things, I mean. Well, everything is, but that especially. I can do that! I can do all of this." Holly slips around the sofa and plants herself next to him. "You wouldn't happen to be an artist, would you?"

“Of course. I have lots of great ideas.” Julian sure does look proud of himself, and the fact that it’s the baked goods part she took the most liking to only boosts his mood more. “Is it going to be you baking them? You do know how to bake well, right?” As much as the prospect of food is exciting, Julian doesn’t think it would do much good if it was weird tasting or gave him food poisoning.

“I got a B in art class in high school.” Which most definitely means he is not an artist, even if Julian makes it sound like something to boast about. “But it wasn’t really all that much fun for me, so you’re going to have to find someone else.”

Holly gives him a look. One that's meant to say really? Really? But not in a malicious way, just an amused and slightly exaggerated way. "I am a lady," Holly states firmly. "Of course I know how to bake! You'll go head over heels for my cupcakes, baby."

She raises her eyebrows, looking impressed. As far as she's concerned, a B is just as good as an A, but she deflates a little when he adds that last part. "Oh, well. If you ever want to contribute, you're more than welcome to. Even if it's just a little something-something to put on my fridge back home."

“If you say so. I have pretty high standards.” While that is somewhat true, it doesn’t apply so much when it comes to sweets. Which is made even more evident when, excitement in his voice, Julian asks, “Can you make cheesecake too? That’s my favorite.”

“You’d want my art on your… fridge? Why?” He’s mostly confused, and a bit disbelieving, but there’s some amusement in his expression too, lips slightly quirked. “I thought that was something people only did for kids.”

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