thecapitol | (no subject)

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.

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Effie nodded. "My whole life. I have traveled more than some, but I was born and raised here."

Th extensive travel, both from when she was a child and her mother was an escort, and from her own travels as an escort, was a point of pride for Effie. She felt she understood Panem better than many in the Capitol.

"What was it like? Growing up here?" She had already asked the stylists, and Cinna was notably vague but it was more about what he didn't say really.

Somehow she didn't imagine Effie's story would be the same.

(Did you wanna continue or handwave this?))

(( Maybe just this last tag, since I'm curious about your Effie headcanon. Then we can handwave the rest if that's ok with you? :) ))

"Oh, wonderful! My mother was an escort as well, so I always was very involved with the Districts of course. They were always a concern, and made me value my life here very much. And due to my father's position, even after my parents..." She shrugged, still not entirely comfortable with something in this tale, but smoothing over it quickly. "Separated, we still we're always in the upper levels of society here."

She preened a little though, glad to be showing off the good side of the Capitol. "It's not all parties of course. I had strict schooling, especially to be come an Escort...it is a very competitive career path"

((Sounds good! We can let this bit of conversation play out, if there's more than one tag in there, and then let it wander away))

"People still get divorced here?" She sounded amused "Wow, I thought Capitol people were always just happy and partying." It honestly surprised her.

Effie sighed, before shrugging. It wasn't a subject she wanted to linger too much on.

"No one has found a way to solve human nature yet, I suppose."

She paused, in a moment of self awareness that she might have just said something deeper than she meant to. And quickly set that to the side and smiled brightly at Sandy.

Sandy screwed up her face trying to comprehend such a complicated subjects.

"You think it's nature to be a jerk?" It wasn't the first time she'd considered human nature in her short life, but life in the Capitol had changed her views somewhat.

And this conversation kept teetering on very deep, for the two of them at least.

"I think there is something to that at least. Look at what we do to each other."

Her voice was soft. Effie knew when she wasn't toeing the party line. But...it wasn't just Panem. She was a history buff, wasn't she? The human race was a rather destructive sort.

"Like kidnapping people and forcing them to fight to the death?" Sandy couldn't help but sound bitter. But this was the closest she had come to getting any of the locals to agreeing with her.

But she realized all too late how harsh it had sounded.

"...I mean...it's not like my life was great back home. I'd be surprised if mom even noticed I was gone. But...still." She mumbled losing her steam.

Effie bristled, but Sandy's last bit clearly settled her a bit, and took the harsher words from her mouth.

"Humanity has always done this. Really, we're much more humane here, than in many other times in history."

"I guess you've got a point there." Sandy conceded begrudgingly.

"But the more I think about it the less I like humans on the whole."

She looked down at her desk, finding a swirl in the wood to trace a perfectly manicured finger tip over.

"It...is a valid point."