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thecapitol2015-03-08 12:18 am
rediscover) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-08 12:18 am
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[closed] the frightening facts we've been facing our backs for so long now
Who| Anna + Jolie, eventually Bro.
What| An awkward conversation, made even more awkward by the fact that Anna doesn't know why it's awkward.
Where| D4 suites!
When| Sometime after Week 4.
Warnings/Notes| Maybe language from Jolie?? Who knows.
After her death in the Arena bloodbath, it's back to routine for Anna. She wakes up in the Capitol unsettled as usual, and just like every other time, she takes a day or two to decompress, keeping mostly to herself in her room, working on an arts and crafts project to keep her hands busy. Even the fact that she gained a boyfriend during this Arena isn't enough to hurry her out of her room; she'll see Bro soon enough, she's sure. She's not worried that he won't have come back; hopefully the two of them caused enough of a stir that they've remained interesting to the Gamemakers.
On the third day, she decides to finally venture outside her little bubble, and rolls out of bed feeling a bit better. She's become strangely zen about all this, after seven Arenas, even though she still has nightmares often enough to be bothersome. And right now, she's decided that she wants to eat a stack of waffles the size of her head and watch something mindless and trashy on TV. So, her hair an undeniable wreck, dressed in her jammies still, she pads out into the suite commons, heading straight for the breakfast spread on the table. She's so out of it, she barely notices the stranger sitting there as she plops down at the table. Yawning hugely, eyes blurry, she pulls an empty plate toward her. "Yrrraughh--pass the syrup?"
What| An awkward conversation, made even more awkward by the fact that Anna doesn't know why it's awkward.
Where| D4 suites!
When| Sometime after Week 4.
Warnings/Notes| Maybe language from Jolie?? Who knows.
After her death in the Arena bloodbath, it's back to routine for Anna. She wakes up in the Capitol unsettled as usual, and just like every other time, she takes a day or two to decompress, keeping mostly to herself in her room, working on an arts and crafts project to keep her hands busy. Even the fact that she gained a boyfriend during this Arena isn't enough to hurry her out of her room; she'll see Bro soon enough, she's sure. She's not worried that he won't have come back; hopefully the two of them caused enough of a stir that they've remained interesting to the Gamemakers.
On the third day, she decides to finally venture outside her little bubble, and rolls out of bed feeling a bit better. She's become strangely zen about all this, after seven Arenas, even though she still has nightmares often enough to be bothersome. And right now, she's decided that she wants to eat a stack of waffles the size of her head and watch something mindless and trashy on TV. So, her hair an undeniable wreck, dressed in her jammies still, she pads out into the suite commons, heading straight for the breakfast spread on the table. She's so out of it, she barely notices the stranger sitting there as she plops down at the table. Yawning hugely, eyes blurry, she pulls an empty plate toward her. "Yrrraughh--pass the syrup?"
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Or so he tells himself. There was probably plenty of time, but who even likes discussing past relationships? Especially ones of a highly sexual nature such as theirs.
"Well." He's stalling as he tries to think of a good reason. "It..." Okay, fuck it he's going to have to go for the basic bitch response. "It never came up." Fuck his life.
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"It never came up?" Anna repeats, scandalized. "We've known each other nine months and it never came up that you were, well, doing that, with her?" She feels a little hopeless, honestly, her shoulders falling. "I don't really know what to say."
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She folds her hands over her lap and thins her lips looking between the two of them, then down to the strawberries on the table, then up at Anna, then Bro, then she opens her mouth, shuts it and falls silent again before she shakes her head and rolls her eyes at Bro.
"Hey, look. Everyone has different priorities, right? You weren't dating until, what, a month ago? I think you probably had more important to talk about then who was sticking what where." She waves a hand airily. "And the last thing I want is for management to get on my ass because people are talking about having sex with me on public broadcast television." She flits her hand again and then moves to rest her chin on it, talking almost exclusively to Anna this time. "If he wasn't telling you shit, it's because he was respecting my privacy. And because he's a dumb ass who doesn't think it's a big deal, it's a modern thing. Sex falls off trees once you get past the twentieth century."
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As buttmad as he is towards Jolie, the relief that washes over him when she finally starts speaking sensibly is extreme. "See?" he says, throwing his hands up. "There. She said everything I wanted to say."
He realizes it's a bit like they're ganging up on Anna, and he really doesn't want things to go downhill between them. The thought makes his stomach roll. "Look- I'm sorry. Jolie and I- we ended shit before you and I got together. It's not like we've been banging in the closet secretly this entire time." He coughs a little, remembering a couple of closeted experiences that he probably shouldn't be thinking about right now. "So, yeah. I guess I'm an asshole because I didn't think it was a big deal, either."
Another thought occurs to him in a spur of the moment, and he clicks his tongue. "We never made it to the part in our relationship where we talk about past relationships, so while beans are getting spilled, did you ever get busy with that smelly dude?" he raises his eyebrows, looking at Anna pointedly. Probably not the best time to be a slightly jealous, nosy boyfriend. But hey. It's happening.
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"What--no! Me and Kristoff, we never--I've never--" She shakes her head, lowering her gaze to the table, where her half-eaten waffles are getting cold. Her cheeks are getting pink. "Anyway," she finishes, "I guess it's better that I found out now, huh?"
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Until he says that.
She gasps, not because of the indecency but because of the unbridled stupidity on Bro's behalf. "Oh my god, how do you make it through a fucking day without getting the sideburns slapped off you?" She turns in her chair to give him a bemused look, trying not to cackle uproariously for Anna's sake.
"I guess so." She says finally, with a small shrug of her shoulders. "I'm sure it's nothing the both of you couldn't deal with, no need to fight over little old me." She fluffs the bottom of her wig primly, lips curling in a sly smile. "But if Mountain Man comes back, I call dibs. I like blonds. How's your sister, by the way?" She's tempted to ask if Bro's brother is still underage, but it feels in poor taste. You know, as opposed to everything else.
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He cuts his eyes at Jolie for her comment in regards to Kristoff, but quickly bites back any jealousy that tries to rear it's ugly head. "Go on, have dibs. It's not like either of us are gonna care."
He turns his attention back to Anna. "Look, do you... I dunno. Wanna talk later? Leaving you two alone is probably the worst idea I could ever have, but. Maybe you need it." Because he's a dunce and clearly shouldn't be part of the conversation anymore.
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"Oh. Yeah--sure." She nods, trying to look something like normal. Like her usual chipper self. She forces a smile. "Sounds good. I'll, uh, catch you later."