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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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She hadn't been able to talk to them properly to judge their loyalties, but she was sure they were neither with their District or the Capitol.
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"You relate to them, make them empathize with your District. They don't take to the Capitol, but," he shrugged, "Give them a reason to fight for you, Miss China. And maybe, they will fight with loyalty to Panem and for you."
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"Connecting on a personal level... Well, I can't promise it'll be easy, but I can certainly try. I'm not the kind who can launch a thousand ships..." There she dipped her head modestly. "But influencing individuals is a good bit easier, I would say."
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Not a method he'd use but his included teaching his Tributes on what weapons are best for mid-range combat rather than actual connections. But his pride was healthy enough to take the good and the bad. "I would venture to think you have an ability with influencing others."
Certainly has him on his toes.
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"That advice is a comfort. I have nothing but my knowledge to offer, so if that doesn't work..." She shrugged and let her lips fall into a brief pout.
It only took a second for the smile to return again. "I'd expect you're more than a fair judge of influence. Force and one's own voice aren't such different methods, when it comes to results."
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"No sir between us, I'm from District 2 remember?" he reminded her in both jest and to see just how much pride China had in her. Most of his lot were reduced to cave-dwellers and building rats. "In the short-term, yeah, they produce the same result but the long term? Better to be loved than feared."
Machiavelli may have disappeared to the annals of history before the great wars, but some of his work survived.
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"I'm surprised to hear that from you. How often do you find yourself adhering to those words?" Her tone was teasing, but she really was curious. He did have a reputation and it wasn't a very cuddly one.
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"Not as often as me saying them would make you think." Leo was well aware of his reputation, "For me to care about a Tribute, or anyone, they must prove their worth of my time." As haughty as that statement was, he managed to compliment China in a roundabout way: he considered her, even in this first meeting, worth his time and effort
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"Oh, of course. You're very busy, I'm sure. I'd be tempted to say your time is worth more than money."
She considered being coy and trying to make that compliment more explicit, but that might be too much. Even for her.
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He offered her a bow, "I must head off to see the Games, and see the Tributes in action. I trust we'll meet again?"
[[wanna wrap this one up? china is so much fun <3]]
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She nearly laughed at the bow and returned the gesture by dipping into a curtsy. "I certainly hope we will. Have a lovely day, Mr. Cora."
And she truly meant both of those things.
[Sure! Thanks! <3 I'm loving Leo as well. :D]