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thecapitol2013-02-25 09:21 pm
cherrypie) wrote in thecapitol2013-02-25 09:21 pm
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Who| De, Lottie, Elias, Effie and open!
What| Choose your own adventure! Each character is cruising around the city.
Where| Around the Capitol. Check each character for details.
When| Over the course of the week.
Warnings/Notes| Just lemme know who, and if relevant where and when in the subject.
She already hated this city.
It was everything De loathed about being in a big city, rolled up and amped up. If she thought preppy hipsters were bad...well, she'd take an army of Hipsters over these soul less assholes. Everywhere she turned, there were primped, phony looking people. She wasn't even sure most of them counted as human anymore. And there was no escape.
She sought out what she could find. The roof. Bars. The hot springs. The arcade. Places that on some levels felt normal for her. She knew she should be sucking up hard to sponsors, but she just couldn't bring herself to grovel to the people doing this too her. It wasn't happening.
The one things she did do was watch the videos. Study her competition. If she was going to win this, it wasn't going to be because some rich dick bought her out of it.
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Lottie was sucking up. She wanted out. Momoko has lit a fire under her fluffy butt, and she was sucking up to every sponsor she could find.
She knew she was good at it, too. The entertaining part. She just also knew they all realized what a hopeless bet she was. Still, after Momoko's win, maybe...maybe they'd take a chance on her.
It was exhausting though, going from party, to performances, to things that bordered too close to dates for Lottie's comfort. And in between, she took in the sights on her own, or tempted out a friend. Indulgent spa days, shopping trips, museums. Busy, busy, busy. Busy enough she fell asleep quickly, deeply, and hopefully, with minimal night mares.
Of course, keeping herself always running till exhaustion, sometimes that exhaustion struck at terrible times. Like in the common room. Or District 8's dining room. Or a bench in the training center. She would take it where she could get it these days.
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This was getting ridiculous.
Every day, new information for the Escorts to deal with. Longer hours. Effie hadn't seen her own bed in what felt like months.
The Training Center, of course, had exemplary lodging. But she wanted her own bed in her own room in her own house. And a day off. Oh, when was her last day off? Of course now she was helping Cinna with this history fashion show, and that was more work...but in a way it was nice to have a break. To be doing something else.
Work took up her days. Work and getting sponsors, sweet talking the rich of the city took up her nights. It use to be her favorite part of this job, entertaining and rubbing elbows with the elite...now it was just another few hours of work, work, work.
She took her free moments where she could get them, setting work to the side and just enjoying a quiet moment.
---
Elias was using his mentor position to watch and study everyone around him. No one question a mentor sizing up the competition.
Of course he wasn't really sizing them up for competition. He took those notes as well, too. He wanted his Tributes to win. But he was also looking for other things in the Training room, the Commons, pouring over the tapes.
It was nice that he could obsess over this completely legitimately. Nights he left his work behind, roaming the city. Often to court sponsors, but just as often to tend his own mind, letting the things he'd seen shift through and find their places. Finding quite places to wander.
What| Choose your own adventure! Each character is cruising around the city.
Where| Around the Capitol. Check each character for details.
When| Over the course of the week.
Warnings/Notes| Just lemme know who, and if relevant where and when in the subject.
She already hated this city.
It was everything De loathed about being in a big city, rolled up and amped up. If she thought preppy hipsters were bad...well, she'd take an army of Hipsters over these soul less assholes. Everywhere she turned, there were primped, phony looking people. She wasn't even sure most of them counted as human anymore. And there was no escape.
She sought out what she could find. The roof. Bars. The hot springs. The arcade. Places that on some levels felt normal for her. She knew she should be sucking up hard to sponsors, but she just couldn't bring herself to grovel to the people doing this too her. It wasn't happening.
The one things she did do was watch the videos. Study her competition. If she was going to win this, it wasn't going to be because some rich dick bought her out of it.
---
Lottie was sucking up. She wanted out. Momoko has lit a fire under her fluffy butt, and she was sucking up to every sponsor she could find.
She knew she was good at it, too. The entertaining part. She just also knew they all realized what a hopeless bet she was. Still, after Momoko's win, maybe...maybe they'd take a chance on her.
It was exhausting though, going from party, to performances, to things that bordered too close to dates for Lottie's comfort. And in between, she took in the sights on her own, or tempted out a friend. Indulgent spa days, shopping trips, museums. Busy, busy, busy. Busy enough she fell asleep quickly, deeply, and hopefully, with minimal night mares.
Of course, keeping herself always running till exhaustion, sometimes that exhaustion struck at terrible times. Like in the common room. Or District 8's dining room. Or a bench in the training center. She would take it where she could get it these days.
---
This was getting ridiculous.
Every day, new information for the Escorts to deal with. Longer hours. Effie hadn't seen her own bed in what felt like months.
The Training Center, of course, had exemplary lodging. But she wanted her own bed in her own room in her own house. And a day off. Oh, when was her last day off? Of course now she was helping Cinna with this history fashion show, and that was more work...but in a way it was nice to have a break. To be doing something else.
Work took up her days. Work and getting sponsors, sweet talking the rich of the city took up her nights. It use to be her favorite part of this job, entertaining and rubbing elbows with the elite...now it was just another few hours of work, work, work.
She took her free moments where she could get them, setting work to the side and just enjoying a quiet moment.
---
Elias was using his mentor position to watch and study everyone around him. No one question a mentor sizing up the competition.
Of course he wasn't really sizing them up for competition. He took those notes as well, too. He wanted his Tributes to win. But he was also looking for other things in the Training room, the Commons, pouring over the tapes.
It was nice that he could obsess over this completely legitimately. Nights he left his work behind, roaming the city. Often to court sponsors, but just as often to tend his own mind, letting the things he'd seen shift through and find their places. Finding quite places to wander.
District 10 Suites?
Normally, he'd have worked on his carvings in the privacy of his own room - out of sight of the escort who would undoubtedly have a word or two to share on the matter - but, he didn't want to miss the mentor when he came through.
At the sound of the door, he looked up, knife pausing. He smiled and bobbed his head politely in greeting. "Evenin'."
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He flashed Wyatt a smile. Of all the people in this building, Wyatt was the least likely for him to worry about.
He came in, setting down his coat, and going to order a drink from their food dispenser. One of the few things he missed from the Capitol when he went home. But it was easy to miss an endless supply of whatever food you wanted in the District. Even his fairly well feed District wasn't anything near fruitful.
Dad Wyatt wants to know why you didn't call, Elias. :|
Though he did try to get all shavings into the little waste basket, he couldn't catch them all and dark chips of bark and little curly-qs of pale wood were scattered about his boots.
"That escort asks," he made a show looking over his shoulder, as if expecting to find someone sneakin' up on him, "you didn't see nothin'."
sorry dad.
He went over to the table, pulling up a chair and sinking down.
"So, what's going on?"
It was nice to have a friend to come home to, he realized. It'd been a long time.
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"Ya recall sayin' that if I ever found a tribute that I thought an eye should be kept on, I should come to you?" Scrap,... scrap. Tendrils of wood curled from the block and fell to the basket.
If Lady Luck was in a smilin' mood tonight, those eyes watchin' from the walls would take it as just another tribute expressin' concern over the arena to come... while Elias would hopefully know better.
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"Think you have a possible new alliance? There are some good looking people who have been pulled lately...could help us win."
Ideas he had expressed so many times before, but he knew Wyatt would realize their meaning.
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Inside, his stomach clenched and his heart thumped as weighed his words and willed himself to say the right things, the right way.
"I reckon so. That Maximus fella... seems he and I have a bit in common."
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He walked to get his tablet, preparing to take notes on everything Wyatt said. Just like he would for any alliance.
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He remembered the cards, how quick Maximus had put together how they worked. How easily he remembered the rules. How easily he'd won.
"He's a might quiet, but he's fair. And easy-tempered enough." He paused. Looked up. "And - this is kinda personal, but, he's like me. We're both... lost here. Outta place."
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And picked up on things quickly. Also a good trait.
"Time wise?" For Elias, almost all of them were from 'the past' but it was more than clear some were from a time closer to their than others.
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To have everything you'd ever known disappear, everyone you'd cared about long dead.
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"I'll make sure to talk to him." He said with a nod. "I'll need to check him out...but if you want to aligned with him this arena, feel free...it would be a good measure of him."
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A tribute taking the word of his mentor.
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