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I can't help that I need it all - [OPEN]

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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It's not really in Nill's nature to pick fights, even having died in her first Arena, and it takes a pretty significant amount to make her dislike someone right from the get-go. Unfortunately for Julian, seeing his network post was enough to earn him that much. Equally unfortunate is the fact that she didn't actually listen to the responses to the post he'd put up, and instead of realizing he's a Tribute she's under the mistaken impression that he's some whiny Capitolite-brat-turned-stylist. She doesn't even have anything against the stylists until they've decided to steal things from other floors. Oceana counts as much for her grocery shopping as anyone else in her district.

Realistically Nill knows that if he is a Capitolite, his behaviour is only partly his fault, and mostly what he was born into. But she also has very little tolerance for strangers messing around in her kitchen, and she just bought those.

Next time he turns to get something else out of the fridge Nill is in front of it, the feathers on her wings puffed up just a little bit. She's holding up her notepad for him to read the message written there while she gives him a look over.

I don't think this is your floor.

Edited 2015-01-15 08:02 (UTC)

With his powers, Julian would have known Nill was there before he even turned around. Having enhanced hearing and sense of smell allowed for that without even having think about it, but he doesn’t have those now, not here, and it’s unsettling. Combined with the slight jumpiness left over from the Arena, it leaves Julian a little startled when he turns around and Nill’s suddenly there. He tries not to show his surprise, puts on an unimpressed expression to mask it, and when he reads the words on the notepad the expression isn’t even a mask anymore. The wings do at least strike some curiosity in Julian, and he glances at them briefly, but the annoyance at having someone stand in the way of his, or what he deems as his for the taking, food far outweighs any curiosity he feels.

“Not technically, no. But since I don’t get my own floor, I’m going to use it along with the others.” Julian sighs; he doesn’t understand why everyone has to be so difficult here. “If you don’t like it, petition for me to get my own floor.”

He makes a shooing motion with his hand. “Now can you move out of the way? I wasn’t done.”

"Where did you get those?" Albert's shadow crosses over the man on the couch, the "those" in question referring to the bag of gummi bears clutched in the stranger's hand, a bag that Albert had personally hid in a kitchen cupboard to avoid another tribble breeding incident.

Having new faces in the District commons isn't anything surprising; the Capitol seems to bring new people every week so Albert doesn't even question the young man's presence, but if he's going to go around stealing food then that doesn't warrant an introduction, that calls for an interrogation.

Julian looks up, eats another gummy bear, and then answers, “The kitchen, where else? They were in a cupboard. I had to look really hard for them.” And after all that work, Julian’s certainly not going to give them up now. He clutches the bag closer to his chest, looking at Albert with suspicion.

“You can have a few, if you want, but that’s it.”

The more Julian talks the more obvious in Nill's expression it becomes that he's not proving to be much more than an annoyance and a nuisance. She has to write up another response and hold the notepad up, but she's definitely not gonna move while she does so. He can wait.

no one has their own floor.
find food in your district.

As Nill writes, Julian grabs an orange that he had already set on the table, and then, unconcerned with who actually owns it, starts to unpeel it as he reads her response. “Yes, I’ve realized that no one has their own floor. That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t get one.” The orange is proving rather difficult to peel, and he focuses his complete concentration on it for a bit before he continues, “I already sampled what was in my district. There weren’t enough options.”

go shopping if you want something different.
what is your district?

She'll let the orange slide. Stopping him from trying to eat it would just have her move away from the fridge, and he seems like the sort that would probably just take advantage of the opportunity to clear out the rest of the fridge.

“I’ve never gotten groceries before,” Julian says, like that explains everything. If he didn’t have to do his own shopping before, why should he have to do it now. “This way I can find leftovers too.” And since Julian’s never cooked before either, that makes things a lot easier for him.

He throws the orange peels on the kitchen counter, leaving them for someone else to clean up. Normally he would have thrown them in the trash, even he can do that, but he’s hoping the mess might be enough for Nill to move away from her place in front of the fridge.
“District 6. Why?”

What is wrong with Capitol citizens that their children don't know how to go shopping for food? If he doesn't even know how to go grocery shopping then Nill severely doubts that he can cook for himself, either. He was going to be a nightmare for anyone in his district, perhaps doubly so for any of the Avoxes he roped into doing things for him.

The thing that really does it is that he's in six, of all things, and Nill's wings flutter as she lifts a hand to her forehead. God, poor Linden. Poor Karkat and Clementine, too. Everyone in that District. It just had to be six, didn't it?

She sighs and writes another note.

if I let you eat the food here will you clean up after yourself?

"Yes. I hid them because I bought them for myself. My name is on the bag."

He speaks patiently, as if to a child, but the undercurrent of anger is palpable and licks at the bottom of his words. They're just gummi bears and he's a grown ass man who can just go buy more, but it's the principle of the thing.

"I would like them back, please." He holds his hand out for the bag.

“What’s that for?” He asks when Nill puts a hand to her forehead, not understanding what he did to deserve that kind of reaction. All he did was answer her questions. In his mind, he’s the one being inconvenienced here. He should be the one to make that gesture, and the fact that she's doing it makes Julian even crankier.

But after reading the note his frown clears a little and he nods. “Sure. I’ll be back here again, so I don’t exactly want to leave a huge mess. It might stink up the place.” Julian looks expectantly at her, waiting for her to move so he can immediately start unloading the fridge again.

“Your name?” Julian turns the bag around, and frowns when sure enough there’s a name right on there. He hadn’t even noticed when he grabbed the bag. It doesn’t really matter too much to Julian, he would have still eaten them anyway, but it makes it a little harder to deal with now. “Can you prove you’re Albert? You could just be saying that to steal them away from me.”

The please makes Julian pause, debating, and he grabs a handful of the gummi bears and places them in Albert’s hand.

“There you go. That’s all you get.” And he’s back to protecting the candy, now moving them until they’re tucked by his side and harder to get to.

"Excuse me?" The levels of incredulity are off the charts and Albert's had quite enough of this little pissant. "I bought them, you thief."

Seriously. It's the principle.

Disregarding personal space, Albert reaches with his free hand right past the new annoyance in his life to snag the bag back, despite how it may look. he's suffered enough indignities here in Panem and apparently the theft of one of the very few small pleasures he has in the Capitol is enough of a tipping point for Albert to skew his priorities just slightly.

Holly makes a point of knowing who's in her district and who isn't, so it isn't long before she notices him there as she makes her rounds in the district, checking up on things and making sure everyone has what they need and are where they're supposed to be. Julian is very much not where he's supposed to be, either.

But that's okay with Holly! She'll approach him as he's watching TV, resting her hands on the back of the couch as she leans in curiously.

"Hello, I don't think you're from around these parts!" Her voice has a touch of curiosity to it. "I'm Holly, how are you enjoying District ten so far?"

“Money doesn’t really mean anything here. It’s more like you got them rather than bought. You can just go get some more.” It doesn’t even cross Julian’s mind that maybe he should actually just go get his own gummi bears, instead of taking them from someone else. Food before had always just been around for him to grab as he pleased.

When Albert reaches for the bag, Julian clutches onto it with both hands and leans over to the side so he can try and shield it with his body. There’s still space for Albert to reach through and yank it back, but Julian’s not going to let it go easily. “Stop! I’m not finished with them yet. You can have them when I’m done. I probably won’t eat the whole thing.”

Julian clutches the remote closer to himself when he sees Holly out of the corner of his eye, worried she’s going to try and insist he change the channel or otherwise bother him. But her words are friendly enough, not sounding like she’s about to berate him or kick him out, so he relaxes his hold and turns to look at her instead of the TV.

“It’s mostly the same as the other District floors, but it’s still good that it’s open to me. That means I get more food and more space, so I suppose I’m enjoying it well enough.” He still doesn’t sound particularly enthusiastic, as he would rather be enjoying the comforts of his apartment back home, but for now he knows he has little choice but to make do.

Holly has no intention at all of taking his remote, the last thing she would do is deprive someone of something they enjoy. And he's really not hurting anyone by hanging out in her district, even if he isn't an official part of it. Anyone can be from it in spirit if they so choose.

"Just between you and me," she says in a stage whisper, "You get used to the smell eventually." She laughs, and to her it's funny because this district is livestock so everyone tends to think the district must stink. "When you do, it becomes the best district in all of Panem."

Holly clears her throat, and reaches over the back of the couch, extending a well manicured and brightly painted hand towards him. "I'm Holly Day, ten's escort and it's lovely to meet you!"

He's still not exactly being reassuring, but if nothing else Capitol citizens do seem concerned about reputation, and going back on that would certainly ruin his, at least in her district. And if nothing else, he's lying and she can be a thorn in his side the next time he decides to come up here and ruin her kitchen.

Nill turns to open the fridge herself and get out a bottle of water before she steps aside to let him have at it again.

When Gary wanders back out of the kitchen and sees a stranger parked on the couch where he used to be several minutes ago, he isn't too put off by it. Sure, he doesn't recognize the guy, and yeah, he's fairly positive that they haven't gotten any new Tributes in his District lately, but it's not in Gary's nature to question these sorts of things. This is company, in his mind. He likes company!

"Hey!" Gary waves with a grin, should he get this fellow's attention. His other arm is currently occupied with a miniature pizza, fresh from the microwave. "You want some chips or something, since I'm up?"

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?”

True to his word, Julian picks up the peels he threw on the counter and puts them in the trash before he eagerly starts unloading the fridge again. The frown is completely gone now, replaced by a look of contentment as he inspects each piece of food before setting it on the table.

Now that Nill’s not standing in the way of what he wants he can act on his earlier curiosity, so he asks, “What’s with the wings? I thought no one got their powers here?” He’s going to be more than a little peeved if someone got to keep theirs powers while he didn’t. But since even one of his own districtmates definitely doesn’t look completely human, Julian’s suspecting it’s probably something similar.

Julian looks up when Gary enters the room, mainly indifferent as long as the new person doesn’t prove to be a nuisance, but then Gary’s waving and grinning and Julian raises an eyebrow but still gives a nod in return.

“Hello…” Julian’s looking at Gary oddly, like he suspects some sort of trap. Most of the tributes hadn’t been so welcoming, and Julian half expects the offer to be an excuse to spit in his food. But Julian supposes someone had to have manners around here, and he’s certainly not going to give up the chance to have someone do things for him. “Yes, chips would be good,” he says, and not realizing he’s probably pressing his luck he adds, “A soda would be good too."

"You can get your own instead of stealing from strangers!" Infantile, but true.

Albert is intent on his gummi bears and moreover he's near impossible to stop when he actually wants something with his metal arms and legs, stance heavy and immovable and grip like a vice. Of course he won't hurt the thief, but he'll be damned if he doesn't get the gummi bears back.

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.

“Why should I have to?”

Julian’s not nearly as immovable as Albert and his grip eventually slips on the bag, and just like that the bag is back in the hands of its rightful owner. But Julian only sees it as something he wants being taken away from him. For a second he pouts, looking more like a toddler than an adult, but then his expression quickly changes to a glare.

“I hope you’re happy now. You better enjoy those gummi bears because I am going to eat everything else on this floor.”

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