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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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He tilts the books in his arm out to catch a glimpse of a couple book titles, then slips his gaze back to her. "That's quite generous of you. I'm sure the lot of 'em will appreciate the kind gesture."
Or maybe not. Gifts from Capitolites tended to feel a touch flimsy and hollow.
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"I do hope so. I'm not always in the habit of giving away my books, but I believe they deserve a treat." She did consider merely giving her Tributes a whole extra month with the books before making them return them, but realized that might not be interpreted as kindness at all.
She rests a hand just a hair above his shoulder; the touch may be too familiar, but it's a gamble she decides is worth it. "You all do, of course. I've been watching some very good performances."
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So the vacuous book titles are, then, dismissed with that in mind.
The touch isn't unwelcome at all, and a partial smile tugs onto the corner of his mouth. "Have you now." He was well aware that he hadn't done the best in the Arena by these people's standards, and apparently some people's expectation had been for him to die immediately. But Jack didn't care for their opinions on it, really.
"Shame it is that you happen to only have treats for your own District, then." There's a sly curve to his smile.
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She shrugs her shoulders in a deliberately delicate gesture. After a breath, she raises her eyes again to smile warmly at him.
"...Nevertheless, I can ensure that something finds itself your way, if you wish."
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The remark before that had been said in a flirty manner, but Jack was curious now what she'd send him since she'd offered. It'd most likely be books, judging from the library she was attempting to carry up eleven floors, but either way.
"If you were inclined to do so, I wouldn't turn it away."
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Generosity is an important part of the act; the people of Panem are gracious hosts according to the official story. She can't clash with that. Her face lifts and brightens, as if he himself has offered her a gift. "Truly? Then tell me what interests you and I will do my best."
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So instead, Jack opts for something else that'd be potentially more attainable. "Hm." He brushes a couple fingers down his goatee, as if contemplating his options. "How 'bout this. A couple drinks, perhaps food, an' your lovely company."
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"Coincidentally, those are all things I would love to offer. Provided you're not merely trying to flatter me."
But that was teasing on her part because, honestly, who isn't trying to schmooze their way into someone's heart here?
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"Fantastic, that'd be lovely."
The elevator dings as it arrives at the 11th floor, and the doors swish open. The pirate gestures outwards. "After you, luv. Show me whereabouts you'd want these books placed."
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He doesn't quite look like he'll fit in with the usual clientele there, but that's what makes it fun. And who really does fit in in a herd of Capitolites? They were a jumble of styles all scrambling to stick out while remaining within the definition of fashion.
She dips her head to show her thanks as she steps out into the suite. She sweeps her arm out to the common room before moving to go there herself.
"Just on the end table there, if you please. I'd hate to keep you any longer than necessary."
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His time had been spent mostly within the confines of the Tribute Tower, going from the Suites to the lobby bar downstairs, so Jack wasn't entirely familiar with the establishments that were sprinkled generously around the city. All his needs had been generously provided for in the Tower, so there hadn't been a need to venture much further than that.
He swaggers in behind her, setting down the books where she'd indicated with some care. "Weren't any bother at all, luv." He straightens, his mouth curling with a smile. "Luxe 4. I'll see you in a few days time, then."
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Her appreciation is genuine when she sees him treat the books gently and she shows it in the further brightening of her expression. "Yes, you will. I hope the time flies."
She waves with a quick flick of her risk and, if he turns to leave, will busy herself considering the decorations of the common room.