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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.
A-okay!
Though she did have to admit that there were plenty of rude people within the Capitol. People were obnoxious everywhere, of course. China lives her life by that expectation.
"Would you be happy to know my enthusiasm might be failing at this point?" She's careful to keep her tone just as mild as always, leaving only the context of the conversation to let someone guess that she may be being sarcastic.
"What a shame. Dealing with people should be pleasant, don't you think?"
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He tips the seltzer water back and then wipes his lips with a handkerchief in his pocket; there are some things they all do that still reflect they have class. He won't smear the back of his hand or his sleeve against his face like a common Districter.
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Her smile nearly verges on the mocking and she shakes her head. Carefully, so none of her hair will go out of place. "Oh, come now. What about love and friendliness and the unity of man, Jason? Money isn't the only thing in the world that can drive someone."
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"Save those sentiments for your Tributes, Sorrows. They're the kind who'll actually believe that."
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Almost as an afterthought--because he's always made it pretty clear he wouldn't care what anyone thinks of him--she adds, "You might develop fewer ulcers that way."
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Migraines, yes, and he had those even back when he and China knew each other - that occasionally it would only be the two older Compson siblings at events because Jason was staying home sick, and Mrs. Compson would actually say "all our children but one" when introducing them as if they didn't have a fourth brother, mentally handicapped, permanently at home.
"Do your pretenses ever actually gain you anything?"
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She lets her standard smile revert to something a little less sweet. "Please. I would never waste my time if they didn't. They've brought some of my finest acquisitions to my shelves."
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"Ah, those books you can't sell now. I'll have to start copying your business strategy, it sounds like it's doing you pretty well."
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It may have been a while since they've talked, but China knows better than to let him taste blood. It's her rule of thumb for dealing with anyone.
Besides, it's not her fault the general public has terrible taste.
She tosses her head to sweep an imaginary loose curl into place. "At least you admit you could use some advice. That's the first step to improvement, isn't it?"
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"But someone's got to put food on the table, and it's not my brother, so I guess that's my lot in life." That smile vanishes. "I'll be seeing you around, I'm guessing."
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"You certainly will. I look forward to it."
She adjusts her stack of books and strides off.