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thecapitol2015-03-23 07:36 pm
libertin) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-23 07:36 pm
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With the moon and the stars up above us
Who| Courfeyrac & You!
What| Back in the Capitol, his rebellious spirit has been renewed.
Where| Various locales.
When| After the Arena has ended, but before the Crowning.
Warnings/Notes| Choose your own option or create your own.
I. - District 11 Suites
He'd been back awhile and in that time he'd been much more visible than he had after the previous two arenas. Smiling, laughing, and in a good sort of mood, Courfeyrac seemed to have resumed his charming, libertine lifestyle. He indulged in the fine foods around him, chain smoked, engaged anyone who was willing in thoughtful conversation, and moreover, he'd taken to writing once again. This time, however, it was not the lovesick poetry that he'd assailed Cinderella with the year before. He wasn't so foolish as to repeat that failed nonsense. Instead, he was writing his own autobiography, beginning with his life in the southern French countryside. Pages of the manuscript, composed in longhand, could be sampled and read by anyone who happened to pass through the living area.
II. - Training Center Rooftop
When he wasn't composing his life story, Courfeyrac could sometimes be found up on the roof of the center. These moments of reflection were important to him. He was a man who prided himself on his ability to examine his life and his decisions. Sometimes the world seemed so cloudy, though. Sometimes he felt more in tune with the world when he observed from afar.
III. - A Local Nightspot
He wasn't simply a thinker, however. He was a man who loved life and all of the indulgences which came with it. No longer was he surrounded by the outgoing men from home who might accompany him into seedy places to partake in drinking with frivolous women. Instead, he ventured into these nightclubs alone, to drink and laugh and forget the creeping sense of duty which plagued him at all times. He knew in his soul what he would do when the time was right, but there was no need to fast until the time came. There were beautiful people to see in the Capitol, and Courfeyrac had every intention of seeing them.
IV. - For Max
There was one task which worried him above all others, and that was his need to reunite with Max and make things right with her. He had all of her possessions from before, locked away in the back of the closet of his bedroom. He'd kept it all, just in case she should come back to him, and now that she had, his heart was in shambles. He couldn't rectify his emotions for her, and that frightened him to the core. Being a man so fond of his freedom, the idea of a real and unshakeable affection for a woman scared the hell out of him. He was unused to being in love.
And he was unused to hurting anyone. He needed to square things with Darcy, too, for he liked her genuinely. She was pretty, charming, and so very sweet. He could easily pass many idle months away with her and feel no bitterness toward her in the least when it ended. But it wasn't supposed to end with him actually falling for someone else. He didn't do that. Not him, not Courfeyrac.
He had to resolve these pitiful feelings before it was too late and he'd gone past the point of saving. He decided the best way to do this was to visit Max in her new apartments on the second floor and bring her all of her old belongings. Ridding himself of her things would be his first step in purging these unnatural emotions from his system for once and for all.
When he arrived at the District Two suite, he knocked loudly and confidently and awaited an answer, box tucked under one arm.
What| Back in the Capitol, his rebellious spirit has been renewed.
Where| Various locales.
When| After the Arena has ended, but before the Crowning.
Warnings/Notes| Choose your own option or create your own.
I. - District 11 Suites
He'd been back awhile and in that time he'd been much more visible than he had after the previous two arenas. Smiling, laughing, and in a good sort of mood, Courfeyrac seemed to have resumed his charming, libertine lifestyle. He indulged in the fine foods around him, chain smoked, engaged anyone who was willing in thoughtful conversation, and moreover, he'd taken to writing once again. This time, however, it was not the lovesick poetry that he'd assailed Cinderella with the year before. He wasn't so foolish as to repeat that failed nonsense. Instead, he was writing his own autobiography, beginning with his life in the southern French countryside. Pages of the manuscript, composed in longhand, could be sampled and read by anyone who happened to pass through the living area.
II. - Training Center Rooftop
When he wasn't composing his life story, Courfeyrac could sometimes be found up on the roof of the center. These moments of reflection were important to him. He was a man who prided himself on his ability to examine his life and his decisions. Sometimes the world seemed so cloudy, though. Sometimes he felt more in tune with the world when he observed from afar.
III. - A Local Nightspot
He wasn't simply a thinker, however. He was a man who loved life and all of the indulgences which came with it. No longer was he surrounded by the outgoing men from home who might accompany him into seedy places to partake in drinking with frivolous women. Instead, he ventured into these nightclubs alone, to drink and laugh and forget the creeping sense of duty which plagued him at all times. He knew in his soul what he would do when the time was right, but there was no need to fast until the time came. There were beautiful people to see in the Capitol, and Courfeyrac had every intention of seeing them.
IV. - For Max
There was one task which worried him above all others, and that was his need to reunite with Max and make things right with her. He had all of her possessions from before, locked away in the back of the closet of his bedroom. He'd kept it all, just in case she should come back to him, and now that she had, his heart was in shambles. He couldn't rectify his emotions for her, and that frightened him to the core. Being a man so fond of his freedom, the idea of a real and unshakeable affection for a woman scared the hell out of him. He was unused to being in love.
And he was unused to hurting anyone. He needed to square things with Darcy, too, for he liked her genuinely. She was pretty, charming, and so very sweet. He could easily pass many idle months away with her and feel no bitterness toward her in the least when it ended. But it wasn't supposed to end with him actually falling for someone else. He didn't do that. Not him, not Courfeyrac.
He had to resolve these pitiful feelings before it was too late and he'd gone past the point of saving. He decided the best way to do this was to visit Max in her new apartments on the second floor and bring her all of her old belongings. Ridding himself of her things would be his first step in purging these unnatural emotions from his system for once and for all.
When he arrived at the District Two suite, he knocked loudly and confidently and awaited an answer, box tucked under one arm.
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"A diary? Oh, no, my friend. This is my memoir. I am composing the full story of my life, so that something of myself might live on in some incarnation even after I am gone. I wish for a legacy, and I hope to find that through the written word."
no subject
"...So it is a diary," he says. Gary reads more of the page and lets out a snort of his own. "Just, like, an edited one. Although this bit...you sure you want to publish this?"
Of course Gary's bluffing, but the expression on his face as he holds the piece of paper closer says he's found something very juicy.