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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.
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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.
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"Dick."
She taped her fingers, racking her brain for her were wolf lore. "So you normally turn at the full moon, yeah? How does silver effect you?"
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It wasn't something he regularly dealt with outside of jewelry.
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"Oh, and I don't need glasses anymore."
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Or Sammy.
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She doubted the last. He didn't seem to be the same as the werewolves from her world.
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He trailed off, laughing a little nervously.
"I don't think I can probably say 'usually'. I only had, like, two full moons before I came here."
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Yeah, not the home grown werewolves. Which seemed, so far, to be a pretty good thing.
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She chewed this knowledge over for a bit.
"At home, our werewolves...real ones, anyway, don't become real wolves. And they go for the heart, they have no control over their actions. It's...not pleasant." She shrugs. "So you kinda lucked out there. But I do know a lot of general lore, we could work through it, see what applies? No promise any of it will, but it's a place to start?"
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"Are you, like, some kinda expert on this? I mean...I didn't even know werewolves were real until all this happened."
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She wasn't sure how to tactfully brooch the 'At home I would be doing my best to gank you as quickly as possible' conversation.
"We, uh, investigated...paranormal...things." A sorta bullshit description as they went. But it covered the basics.
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o/
And there was the familiar pain of homesickness to go along with any though what so ever about Sammy.
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"So, um...what do you usually do for lycanthropy?"
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But that wasn't what he wanted to hear. And he wasn't the same kind of werewolf as Madison.
"We tried to kill the sire. But it didn't work."
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"Is that a thing that usually works?"
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Her face flickered. Clearly it hadn't gone well.
"But our werewolves also...they stay human like. And they're out of their minds. On perma-kill mode."
((OOC-sometime these two should bond also over the fact that OMG CAPTAIN KIRK AVENGERSBATMANKBHDKJHD))
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"But yeah...that's not so much like me. I mean...yeah. Not really."
[ooc: LOL, yes! This should happen.]
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It was a bit of an awkward angle for her to take, to help and not shank on sight. But after Madison she was starting to feel a little more comfortable with it.
And if he just turned into Fido, it wasn't so bad.
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In the Arena was a different matter, but it mostly helped him there.
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She gave him a lop sided smile, hopefully looking disarming. Although hopefully he hadn't figured out she was normally armed.
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