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thecapitol2015-03-06 08:28 pm
contrarianlibrarian) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-06 08:28 pm
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Who| China Sorrows and you!
What| Trying to acquire free labor and company, bringing gifts to District 11 Tributes, and creeping on Tower residents and the Arena
Where| Around the Tower, the District 11 Suite, and the Common Area
When| Week 5 and onward
Warnings/Notes| No warnings for now; if you’d like to set up another scenario, I’m open to anything
[All around the Tower]
Winding her way from the outside of the Tower to the elevators is China, a tall stack of books tucked under her chin. Though neither her body nor the stack waver an inch, suggesting she has everything under control, she approaches the first person she spots regardless.
With a bright but apologetic—not sheepish, though, she doesn’t do sheepish—China asks, “Excuse me. I hate to impose, but would you be willing to assist me with these?”
Why she doesn’t just ask an Avox may be one of the questions that springs to mind.
[District 11 Suite]
As Tributes return from the Arena, China’s stationed in the District 11 common area to meet them. She has herself sitting up perfectly straight on one of the couches, hands folded demurely on her lap. Spread out before her is a selection of books, enough so that there’s one for each Tribute and staff member in the District.
There’s a range of topics, from a book of tales about old Panem heroes with a cover verging on the garish to instructional texts on arts like flower arranging. Conspicuously absent from the pile are any factual accounts of history, politics, or warfare.
Inside each one is a small card on which is written, in flourished handwriting, “As thanks for your service to glorious Panem.” There’s the faintest hint of perfume on each one because China doesn’t like overdoing things. And perfume that nice gets expensive.
As anyone approaches the room—whether from outside the suite or their own room—she greets them with a soft smile, “Hello. Do you have a moment?”
[Common Area]
The Games are as enjoyable as ever, but now China watches with a new focus. As each Tribute appears on-screen, she writes something in elegantly looping hand in a tiny notebook. A clipboard would, of course, be much easier. But it just wouldn’t look quite as good; she’s an Escort, not some low-level administrator.
She does do this for every Tribute, so someone may see her jotting down notes on one of their charges or one of their friends.
They also might notice that her attention occasionally wanders from the Games to the other watchers; she doesn’t bother to hide it, though she politely refrains from making any notes on them.
What| Trying to acquire free labor and company, bringing gifts to District 11 Tributes, and creeping on Tower residents and the Arena
Where| Around the Tower, the District 11 Suite, and the Common Area
When| Week 5 and onward
Warnings/Notes| No warnings for now; if you’d like to set up another scenario, I’m open to anything
[All around the Tower]
Winding her way from the outside of the Tower to the elevators is China, a tall stack of books tucked under her chin. Though neither her body nor the stack waver an inch, suggesting she has everything under control, she approaches the first person she spots regardless.
With a bright but apologetic—not sheepish, though, she doesn’t do sheepish—China asks, “Excuse me. I hate to impose, but would you be willing to assist me with these?”
Why she doesn’t just ask an Avox may be one of the questions that springs to mind.
[District 11 Suite]
As Tributes return from the Arena, China’s stationed in the District 11 common area to meet them. She has herself sitting up perfectly straight on one of the couches, hands folded demurely on her lap. Spread out before her is a selection of books, enough so that there’s one for each Tribute and staff member in the District.
There’s a range of topics, from a book of tales about old Panem heroes with a cover verging on the garish to instructional texts on arts like flower arranging. Conspicuously absent from the pile are any factual accounts of history, politics, or warfare.
Inside each one is a small card on which is written, in flourished handwriting, “As thanks for your service to glorious Panem.” There’s the faintest hint of perfume on each one because China doesn’t like overdoing things. And perfume that nice gets expensive.
As anyone approaches the room—whether from outside the suite or their own room—she greets them with a soft smile, “Hello. Do you have a moment?”
[Common Area]
The Games are as enjoyable as ever, but now China watches with a new focus. As each Tribute appears on-screen, she writes something in elegantly looping hand in a tiny notebook. A clipboard would, of course, be much easier. But it just wouldn’t look quite as good; she’s an Escort, not some low-level administrator.
She does do this for every Tribute, so someone may see her jotting down notes on one of their charges or one of their friends.
They also might notice that her attention occasionally wanders from the Games to the other watchers; she doesn’t bother to hide it, though she politely refrains from making any notes on them.
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The subjects of the books themselves weren't what mattered; the topics were deliberately useless so no one could accuse her of trying to make her Tributes too strong or informed outside of the Arena. Her first priority, as always, was her own skin.
"Yes, there was. Considering we'll be working together, I'd like to hear about your plans for the District." She shrugged her shoulders delicately. "I could wait for a more convenient time, of course."
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What a loaded question, if only she knew.
"I imagine they aren't all that different from any other weary, over-worked victor," he said after a carefully measured beat. Answer no less than one what should have expected. Direct, promising, in keeping with company policy. (All for the glory of the Capitol.) "It is my intention to wring another victor out of this district dispite of the tributes' efforts otherwise."
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She crossed her ankles, still maintaining her posture. "Now, for strategy. I'd just hate to step on your toes, so I believe we should sort this out as well."
There was a way she did things and she imagined he had his own. Perhaps they didn't have to work side-by-side, but they could coordinate.
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Cruel, some called him, carefully and quietly behind his back where they thought he couldn't hear them.
"I reward effort." His head turned a fraction, looking at her side-long like a primordial reptile, unblinking and unreadable. "And you?"
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She shrugged; perhaps it worked more slowly and perhaps some people would be ashamed at certain aspects of her strategy, but China didn't mind being patient and she had hardly felt shame in her life.
"My game is the long game. And I can assure you I don't throw away resources foolishly."
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"Then I don't foresee any trouble between us, Ms. Sorrows," he told her, head ducking in an elegant gesture of acquisition. (Downright magnanimous, from him.) "So far as that's concerned, at any rate."
His head lifted again.
"Is there anything else worrying you?"
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Not that it seemed like he'd be a problem. She wondered if she might come to enjoy working here.
"Not at all. If you have pressing business to attend to, I'll leave you to it." She picks up one of the books from the table, a collection of Panem tales, and strokes the cover lightly. "Of course, I don't mind company either."
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After so many escorts and stylists, it was just so nice to meet one that didn't immediately appear to be completely worthless.
"But to say that you know where to find me would be an understatement." He gestured elegantly with one hand toward the Victor's wing. "My door is always open to my fellow staff."
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Her eyes carefully followed his hand and she nodded. "You're too kind. I'll be certain to keep that mind. And, please, don't hesitate to come to me if there's anything you require."
China didn't tend to think of people as friends, but she could see herself growing to like this one.
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There was a flash of teeth, handsome and straight, white and sharp; and he stood, rising gracefully from the chair. A pale hand reaching to the button of his sport coat, smoothing it automatically.
"I look forward to a long, and prosperous, partnership."
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She reached for one of the books on the table, setting it on her lap. Her hand rested on its cover as if it were a treasured pet. "Have a lovely day, Mr. Wesker."
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(With more than one of their tributes, she would need it.)
Then, reaching into his pocket for his communicator again, he turned away. Tapping buttons and rearranging his schedule again as he moved toward the elevator.