Tell me do you think I'm dumb?

[iphigeneia]

Who| Felicity & Open
What| The TV special reveals that Eponine has been sneaking around behind Felicity's back. Let's just say she's not happy about it.
Where| D2 Suite ; D3 ; Training room ;
When| Anytime after the Caesar Flickerman TV special.
Warnings/Notes| Open to everyone, tag in however you like!

D2 Suites

Felicity wasn't just livid when she saw the broadcast footage of Eponine cuddled up with Grantaire. She was humiliated, utterly. At last, she'd started to come to terms with herself, with her attraction to women, lowered herself to Eponine's level, and now what had Eponine done? She'd carried on with a man! With Grantaire, of all men! The indignity of it all! Felicity could scream, she was so appalled by everything.

"I'll kill them both!" She declared to no one in particular as soon as the mandatory viewing period had passed. "Those awful creatures deserve each other!"


D3 Suites

She entered the third floor suite uninvited, not caring at all if her presence there was unwelcome at all. She was angry and she was going to make that rage known to whoever she happened to come across first. And then, when she was done, she'd find that troll of a human, Grantaire, and beat the hell out of him. And when she was done with that, she'd tell Eponine exactly what she thought of her. And then Felicity would be satisfied and superior once more, and all would be right with the world.


Training Room

Once she was sufficiently calmed, she made her way to the training facilities. She'd been bested by Roland last time, unable to use her weapons skills against someone who was simply stronger and faster than she was. It was something she'd need to work on. What good was a dagger or a bow if she was pinned down beneath a man who had the strength to keep her down.

She still was a bit clueless when it came to strength training, but she would work on it on and off by herself, peppering in her routines of fencing and archery as needed to liven things up. Four Arenas in a row she'd made it to the end. Arena 13 she would win, so help her God.

Comments

[gardienne]

Eponine had realised that, once again, she was going to be in trouble from the moment that video was aired. And she had absolutely no offence. She had tried, truly, truly tried to love Felicity the way Felicity loved her. Oh, but a man.

But she was still rotten.

Calmly, she plaited her hair in front of her mirror. Felicity was going to be angry. She plaited the next bit. So angry. Her fingers snagged against a knot. She deserved the pain. She tied a bobble around the end. She should go and find Felicity before - well... she didn't want Grantaire hurt.

She left her room.

Too late.

"Felicity..." Eponine trailed off. What could she say? She knew what Felicity must feel like, and it was the worst feeling in the world.

[iphigeneia]

"You."

Felicity's voice was more of a growl than anything else. She had the look in her eyes of an animal ready to strike. Her whole body was tense with the sort of rage that couldn't be fully contained. If left unchecked, Felicity would do Eponine serious harm.

"Haven't you anything to say to yourself, whore?!" She demanded.

[gardienne]

Eponine flinched at the name. Not that it was the first time she had beencalled it, of course, but hearing it from Felicity, in that upper class British accent somehow made it feel ten times worse.

She put her hands up , as if warding Fee back.

"I didn't think you'd see." She swallowed. "And you and I... Well, I have done more with other girls than you. You would not even kiss me."

She tried to turn the blame on Felicity.

Training Room

[keep_surviving]

Diana's at the archery range herself, knocking arrows into her bow to send them launching across the range, all of which seem to be hitting the targets with a satisfactory 'thunk' sound. She's not making a run of bulls-eyes but they all appear to be clustering towards the center and that's good enough for her. Maybe not for her mentor but nobody was asking her.

She pauses, letting the attendants rush about to set her a new clear target while she rubs her fingers and thumb together. She's really not loving the callouses she's developing under these finger tabs.

One of the attendants give a call to indicate it's ready. She flashes them a smile and they smile back. So she winks and several blush while they all try to act busy in an awkwardly rigid way.

She's having far too much with them to notice Felicity come and join her at the range.

[iphigeneia]

Diana has been, until this moment, beneath Felicity's notice entirely. She didn't have much use for anyone outside of her own particular sphere of interest, especially not any of Eponine's friends. She didn't consider herself amongst Eponine's friends anymore either, so what did it really matter?

She really only paid Diana any mind because she too was at the archery range. Not a bad shot, either. She certainly wasn't the best archer in the bunch, but she was passable. Passable, and seemingly distracted by the attendants. Well, then.

Felicity readied her own bow and prepared to loose an arrow at her own target.

Your lips are moving~

[keep_surviving]

When she's finished playfully flirting with the staff, Diana turns to look at Felicity as she aims.

It takes her a moment, because she doesn't really know the girl, but then the image from the broadcast comes to mind and she remembers.

Oh, Eponines' little friend. Cute. She speaks before Felicity releases the arrow.

"Hello Lissy."

Training Room

[bravelyplucked]

Torin is not a stupid man. He had taken note of the various reactions to the interview and decided that Felicity was not to be bothered until a bit of time had passed following the viewing period. Interpersonal relationship drama is not something he's well-acquainted with; he's deliberately avoided having much, if any, of a love life. It's just one more complication to life in the Capitol media machine.

But it seems safe enough to approach later in the Training Room, particularly since she was actually training. "Do you need any help with anything?" That's his job as a Mentor, after all. To see that his Tributes are getting the training that they need.

[iphigeneia]

It was so strange to have an older man, someone who could be her father, react to her the way a father should. Her own father had been a hideous monster of a man, someone who wasn't worth the tears she'd shed over him. But Torin was different. He actually seemed like he might care, without getting overly personal about it.

What she needed was a mentor, someone to guide her. And Torin was, for the first time in a long time, the one who was reaching out.

She pauses in her exercises, looking up at him cautiously. "Well, I..." She swallows, both the lump in her throat and her pride. "I'd like to get stronger. But I haven't a clue what to do about it.'

[bravelyplucked]

Torin nods in understanding. He's had a lot of experience at this, even if it's hard. It's hard building bonds and getting attached to Tributes when they so often die, when a best-case scenario has historically meant that you're looking at one dead Tribute. These Tributes do come back after they're defeated, but that comes with it a whole different set of issues...but for now, it's easy enough not to think about that and focus on the training.

"There are a great many types of strength, even if they've all got one thing in common." For a second, it looks like he just might go off on some tangent with that thought, but he stops himself. "Though I'm guessing you're going for generalized physical strength. We could direct that towards the use of a particular weapon as well, if you'd like."

District 2 Suite

[dead_black_eyes]

Linden usually feels strange creeping around the other District suites, especially District 2, for reasons that are apparent to most people who remember his Games and quite a few who just grew up hearing about them. But he has a reason, other than hunting for musty old ghosts of rivalries past; he genuinely likes Torin, a past Victor of the District, and has come specifically to find him.

He knocks on the door, but the angry words from inside the suite get his attention. Someone is furious, and possibly violent. Maybe he should get away before she opens the door.

[iphigeneia]

Meanwhile, Felicity is too engulfed by her fury to worry over who might be slinking around behind some closed door. Swearing and storming about, she throws open the door and finds herself face to face with the hollow-eyed mentor from District Six. His appearance is so gaunt, it startles her a bit, and her breath catches in her throat for a second before she can choke out anything resembling English.

"What on Earth are you doing skulking around in here?" Her brows knit into a scowl.

[dead_black_eyes]

He flinches at the violent motion of the door and stares at the dour-faced blonde behind it once he's regained his bearings. Sudden motions, especially when accompanied by loud noises, don't always agree with him... probably because he's so frequently hungover as hell.

"Looking for my friend... one of your District Mentors," he clarifies, sounding annoyed and tetchy. Mentors tend to be afforded a certain amount of respect by Tributes, even when they're from other Districts, so being scowled at doesn't exactly improve his mood. "When I came to your door, I confess I was about to go get someone with more authority than I have to remind you that Tributes are supposed to wait until they are in the Arena to kill each other. Is there someone in there I should be worried about?"

He cranes his neck, as if trying to see past her into the suite.

D2

[revocation]

Cullen is, quite frankly, baffled by the whole thing. He saw the interview special, he simply didn't comprehend it. It was all so far beyond his understanding, and dealing with people he just doesn't know, to boot.

What he does know, is that a young woman is storming around threatening death to - someone. A couple of someones. It's difficult to say. And he's been here long enough to know that's probably not a good idea.

"Madam, it might be best to rethink that idea. I strongly doubt that whoever has wronged you is worth risking your life to murder them."

[iphigeneia]

His objection gets her attention in that she hardly knows this man and therefore his concern is unexpected. She'd expect Jet to protest, and the mentors and escort, surely, but not this dashing, yet unfamiliar face.

"They've dishonored me," Felicity says, turning quickly to face Cullen. The hurt and agony in her face and voice are palpable. "They've been carrying on and now the whole world knows about it. If that isn't worth their heads, then I cannot say what is, sir!"

[revocation]

"I can assure you, what other people do has no bearing on your honor. Clearly, you've been hurt," Cullen says calmly. "Perhaps speaking to them civilly will help resolve the situation?"

training room

[shenunigans]

Unlike Felicity, Dave hasn't ever made it so far to the end. He tends to get a little past the middle and then happens upon something stupid. Like people. With knives. Yeah.

He's perfectly competent with a sword, but he's starting to feel like being idle and isolated for so long has made him less competent in a fight with a real person. Similarly, he's been knocked off his feet too many times and doesn't know where to go from there. It's had him with a knife in his gut twice already, he'd be stupid not to work on that. Work on reading people, work on some interactive fights.

Approaching people is hard, though. He's awkward at the best of times and it's even worse when Felicity is the only other person in the Training Room. She's close with Eponine and he's uh. He's not sure how he feels about that French Fry. Maybe they have common ground in that at least, so eventually he stops waffling around and sidles a little closer.

"Careful there, if you get too ripped in the arms you might shatter your bow." He points at the bow, then shrugs. "Hi." He's off to a strong start.

[iphigeneia]

Fee doesn't really know Dave, only by his reputation, really, but she has no reason dislike him initially. At least he hasn't tried flirting with her or called her a bitch or a "ho" the way Punchy used to. That's a tick in the plus column, as far as she's concerned.

Gingerly, she lowers the weights she's been lifting, tilting her chin to her trademarked superior angle. "So much the better for you, isn't it?" She looks him up and down, pale eyes looking especially cold in the harsh light of the training room. "Hello."

[shenunigans]

For the most part, Dave is Punchy Lite. Much milder, much less abrasive. Much like the difference between bear mace and lemons. Not that he wouldn't flirt, given the chance, but he can take a hint.

"You wouldn't be the first girl with guns bigger than mine." He idly gives his skinny arm a flex to demonstrate the profound lack of bulk there. "Hi... Again. Uh." He dropped that ball so hard it fell through the floor. "Do you need someone to spot you or can I interest you in a little bit of fisticuffs?" Some boys don't hit girls, Dave hits everyone. He'll hit himself.

D3 Suites

[permets_tu]

Grantaire had the misfortune of coming in after Felicity. He did not know how long she had been there and recognized her only in the brief moment that he'd seen her image during the interview when it had aired, the one where she had been sweetly kissing Eponine. The way that image had been contrasted with that of himself and Eponine had left little doubt in his mind towards what conclusions the comparison had sought to draw.

Since then he had not spoken to Eponine, and he had not sought this woman out, and had actually been doing a very fine job of avoiding confrontation of any kind.

Now looking upon this woman he wondered at what chance he might have of edging away and locking himself away in his rooms before she took note of him, thereby avoiding any great show of drama and remaining happily unscathed. Grantaire was thus silent and attempted a valiant retreat.

[iphigeneia]

Unfortunately for Grantaire, the blonde chose that precise moment to turn around. She visibly tensed at the very sight of him, alabaster skin going red with heat and rage, ice blue eyes seeming to flicker with a sort of fire behind them.

"At last! You've made an appearance!" Felicity's voice was shrill with accusation. "Don't slink away now, sir! We have so much to discuss!"

[permets_tu]

"A familiar sight! A woman is gripped with passion at the sight of me, see how prettily she flushes, the color in her cheeks is reminiscent of the fresh bloom, the rosy dawn. By no means does it evoke the reddened humiliation of a man too drunk to stand, nor the furious face of the unruly child to oft spoiled by his doting parents.

"Tragically I am ignorant to what crime I must have committed to incur such devastating wrath, just as I am at a loss as to who you are. An oversight, introductions are necessary if you have intentions towards unmanning me. My name is Grantaire, lovely lady." He made an elegant gesture to her, invitation to share her name.

In truth, he'd still much rather run.

D2 suites

[perfectus]

Calendius would be a liar and a hypocrite if he pretended to be anything less than pleased by Felicity's reaction to the footage. He'd be a sleazy, oppertunistic bastard; Someone who capitalized on someone else's pain and strife, someone who looked for marketability in tragedy. In short, he'd be a typical manager or agent. Really, as an escort, his glee was simply par for the course.

In his defense, Cal did try to mask at least some of his happiness. He made a good show of frowning, of contorting his threaded and arched eyebrows into something resembling sympathy, but the expression was as synthetic and preposterous as the rest of him. Nevertheless, he wouldn't have been able to live with himself if he hadn't at least tried.

"You could, you know." He smiled, in what he hoped was a suitably sympathetic and not overtly joyous expression. "You could kill everybody involved. Seriously. You could make them suffer."

[iphigeneia]

For all his attempts at subtle sympathy, Felicity could see right through him. She didn't need anyone egging her on, not really. She needed someone to talk her down, otherwise she'd wind up in prison for setting the third floor on fire.

"They're already suffering. Look at them. They're hideous." She sniffed back her rage, masking all other emotions as best she could behind her anger. "Aren't you supposed to be keeping me out of trouble? What good are you, anyway?"

Training Room

[medecin]

Joly had appeared in the training room a bit after Felicity, and, noticing that she appeared about to fence, gave her a quick wave and hurried over.

"Need a partner?" He asked, unsure of how to approach what had happened on the TV special yet. Sometimes, just getting out the frustration could help a little and he might be able to give Fee that.

[iphigeneia]

Felicity looked up at the arrival of a potential partner, letting herself relax a bit at the sight of Joly. Thank God for him. Thank God he was so reasonable, and kind hearted to boot. She removed her fencing mask, so as better to greet him.

"I should love a good partner, sir." She couldn't quite manage a smile, but it was evident that she was not angry with him. "Are you decent at it? You know I dislike restraint in such matters."