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

[dead_black_eyes]

He glances sidelong at her, quirking a brow. Though it's a question, he has the distinct feeling that it wasn't exactly intended for him.

"Maybe," he replies noncommittally, with a shrug of one bony shoulder. "Hey... while we're waiting for Torin... I hate to impose, but what does this suite have in the way of refreshments?"

[iphigeneia]

"I'm certain it must have something decent," she said hazily, wandering over to a prominent sideboard. She stooped down to rummage into the very back of the very bottom of it. "Our escort has forbidden us to drink, but I've seen some of the other Tributes stash away a few bottles in here. Ah yes, here we are. This is whiskey, I think."

[dead_black_eyes]

The report that they're forbidden by their escort to drink doesn't come as a surprise to Linden, from what he knows about this District. It also doesn't seem to concern him; he's District 6, after all, not bound by the same rules whatsoever. He perks right up when she mentions whiskey and procures it, and is quickly rising and joining her.

"Great," he comments briskly. "I'm pretty hungover and while this conversation agrees with me in many ways, it's also going to be a lot easier if I can take the edge off a little."

He'll wait for her to explicitly offer it, but he'll make every second she doesn't seem very long. He's too twitchy and anxious to really put many at what could be considered ease.

[iphigeneia]

"A little hair of the dog, then?" She asked as she unscrewed the lid and handed him the bottle. She'd been quite tempted to take a sampling of it herself, having dabbled in whiskey quite routinely during her schooldays at Spence. But that would just bring her sorrow, and she wasn't ready to delve back into that so soon after having calmed slightly. "Is that why you've come for Torin? To drink with him?"

[dead_black_eyes]

"Something like that," he murmurs, accepting the bottle and tilting it back for a dangerously deep swig. Like many Victors, he doesn't drink because it brings him sorry; he does so because it's one of the few things that hold his demons at bay for a little while.

"Torin doesn't drink," Linden replies, "so no, not exactly. He's actually one of the people I don't feel more comfortable drinking around."

He takes another deep drink. If he can get a good buzz going before Torin arrives, that's another thing entirely.