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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 nods a few times, very eagerly noting all that down. "Very impressive."
The appreciation fades from her face, though, and she knits her brow in concern. "Do you have difficulty performing without it, then?"
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"I thought that I'd been doing alright up until Thor killed me." He shrugs as though it's nothing, but his gaze darts elsewhere. It's not nothing. "Wesker's already got me working with a sword instructor. It's a start."
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"Well, I'm glad he's helping you. But for your morale, I meant, your confidence. Do you feel all right in that respect?"
She removes her hand from her chest to try and touch his sleeve.
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"I'm not letting it get me down. I've got the chance to sharpen up my skills before the next time, right? So it's no..." He hesitates, then, when her hand brushes against his sleeve, eyes momentarily going wider and cheeks starting to go pink. It's only a moment of hesitation, though. "It's no problem."
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"You seem like a very capable person. So, please, just tell me how I can help you--that is why I'm here."
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It's not nice. She's not cute. She's not. Focus, wizard.
"Well..." His eyes rove every which way before he gives a shrug. "Distract Wesker for me? Don't put me in too many embarrassing photoshoots?" Then a hint of his previous playfulness is back, as he half-smiles. "What should an Escort be doing?"
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"What should I be doing?" She taps her finger on her chin as she pretends to think over that question. "I believe I should be working with Wesker to design the most advantageous program for you and putting you in many 'embarrassing photoshoots.'"
What an unfortunate coincidence.
"So we seem to have a problem on our hands. Shall we compromise?"
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"See, though, if you're working with Wesker, then I don't have to. You'll be the go-between! Right? That's a compromise? Right?" He really, really doesn't like Wesker, okay? Let's deal with that before they hash something out about embarrassing photoshoots. He'll take ten of those over ten minutes with Albert Wesker.
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"I suppose it is." She rests her elbow on the arm of the chair and thinks for a moment. "You're not concerned that Wesker would be able to convince me of his plans for you anyway? Or is it simply being near him that concerns you?"
She shakes her head. "He's a charming gentleman. I don't see what the issue is."
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"Some people just don't get along. Alright? Don't let him tell you that I'm afraid of hard work, or that I'm not here to win this for the District. I am. But I'll do it my way."
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Even as her raised eyebrow suggests she disagrees with his feelings, she sighs and nods. "I understand. Some clashes are inevitable."
"Of course, of course. I'm listening to you now, aren't I?" She wouldn't want him to think she's entirely unreasonable. And even if she's highly unlikely to duke it out with the Mentor for someone else, she's also unlikely to go the other way and bother Haruto about it. Not too much, at least.
"I'll do what I can to give you your space to do things 'your way.' How's that?"
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And, having secured that victory, he smiles and rises from his seat. "If that's everything, I'm going to go and get something to eat. A wizard's got to keep his strength up." Even if he doesn't have to have solid meals for the sake of replenishing his mana anymore, eating well is going to help him put a little more muscle on before the next arena. Maybe that'll be what makes a difference this time. Never know.
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With a brief wave, she settles back into her own chair to flip through one of the remaining books.