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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.
---
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.
De!
As if shutting things out would work. It's not like any of this could possibly be real anyway, right?
Perhaps a night out would do some good. The Capitol people made her sick, but nothing else had worked so far. On her way out of the tower, however, she noticed someone else walking by. "Hello."
Holiday hadn't really tried for conversation since she had arrived, but she wanted to change something about the deadly routine she was stuck in.
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Another tribute, but De was fairly certain this on hadn't be in the last layer of hell with them. Or just barely. She wasn't to the end yet in her rewatch. She could only take a little every night.
"What's up? Getting some questionably fresh air?"
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"Questionably is right, that was the plan. I'm not doing anything stuck in this tower all day. You?"
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She heemed and hawed for a minute, still unsure how she felt about being too social before offering. What the hell.
"You need a tour around? I've sorta got this haunt down."
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De gave a wide smile, before holding the door open for the other woman.
"So what's your poison? Shopping, food, entertainment...they've got plenty of poison to go around."
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Actually, she wasn't even sure if Tributes were allowed to do whatever they wanted... She was sort of testing the boundaries here, not that she would say that.
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If she didn't know where she wanted to go, De could just lead the charge to where ever she wanted to be anyway.
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It didn't stop her, though. Holiday followed after the other woman. "I don't believe I caught your name."
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No fake names here. It wouldn't last anyway. It was a strange feeling be exposed, being known by everyone. But a little freeing.
"You?"
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She started them toward the water. There were shops, restaurants, and the arcade there. And if you faced out towards the water it almost was like you weren't in Panem.
"So, how long have you been here?"
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"Not too long. I arrived around the last two weeks or so of the recent arena." Did not last long. "What about you?"
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Well, she was expecting hell. She was still torn as to whether this was better or worse.
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She had watched the clips from old arenas, at least, even if she didn't have first hand experience.
"Everyone one is it's own unique bullshit."