Paper doll, come try it on

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Who| Swann and D8; Swann and open!!
What| Mourning D8's best hope at a win; pity shopping with a mini-tiger and a pink pomeranian
Where| D8 Suite; out and about
When| Before the Crowning!
Warnings/Notes| General Capitolite stuff (gratuitous wealth, cluelessness, dramatics)

I. District Eight Suite
Now that she's gotten back all the Tributes she's going to and the need for Sponsors has calmed back down, Swann is only busy ferrying people around to interviews and photoshoots. When she doesn't have that to tide her over, she sits glumly on the sofa and watches replays of the last week, the various murders that don't make her flinch anymore because she's seen them so many times.

She's varying between not eating for days, and binging on whole bags of candy and cookies.

Today is one of the eating days, and if you walk in on her, she has a mouthful of jellybeans and another handful ready to go. She's slouched, all her crinoline bunched up, as she watches Brock die again, beautifully framed by the night sky of the Arena.

"Hi."

II. Out in the city
Swann always feels better when she shops. Always.

She's still tiny in towering heels, her arms overloaded with shopping bags from expensive stores, until she can only just hold onto the leashes of her pets -- a bright pink teacup pomeranian, and a thirty-pound tiger cub whose fur is white with rose-colored stripes, one genetically engineered to not get bigger. They trot in front of her, their matching gold leather collars sparkling with diamonds and pearls that match her rings and earrings.

"Pascal! Pascal, no!" she scolds, ponytail bouncing as she tugs the tiger back so that he can't pause and sniff at strangers.

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She looks so happy, ready to burst, and she picks up Marcel as she watches Phillip, bouncing on the balls of her feet from excitement.

"Aren't they just so sweet? If I didn't already have these two, I'd have to get one for myself, but I have to draw a line somewhere!"

As someone who regularly brings two animals to the District 8 Suite, Swann doesn't really see the problem with getting a pet and not okay-ing it with your roommates. Surely they'll just appreciate how cute it is, right?

"And see, this store has everything you need for them, their food and clothes and toys."

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Phillip knew who he resided with in District Six and there was probably only one person there that could appreciate a fox running and chattering around. And even he had his doubts that Clementine would draw close to it.

"You know what, o-okay, um, let's buy the stuff first a-and set everything up on my suite and, oh boy, he's gonna get fat when I take food up-wait they have food yeah," he rambled for a full three seconds at full speed.

But there was one question that lingered in Gray's mind, "Who would take care of him while I'm at the Arena?" That was a reality he had to face and Swann hopefully never had to. Well, she did, she was an Escort.

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"We can get everything!"

She's just as excited about someone else getting a pet as she would be about getting a new one herself. Her own animals are sniffing around interestedly as she peers at the foxlings and clasps her hands happily.

"Oh! Well, I think for the other Tributes with pets, usually the Avoxes feed and walk them when they're in the Arena. And you can always ask your staff to help out! Stephen and Linden, they shouldn't have an issue with something that easy. None of my Tributes have pets, but I would walk them if they did."

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"I'd pay to see Stephen walk around with Foxy," Phillip already had a named lined up for the creature and, as unoriginal as it sounded to anyone who didn't know, it was therapeutic. Swann may be able to see some of the pain wither and give way to cautious optimism as the owner lets them hold the one Gray wanted. He picked the red one, no patterns or anything special on the surface...

The sleepy foxling scampered around in his hands, and that was it. "Put this li'l guy on hold o-okay? I'll pick him up as soon as my suite's ready," he said but before offering his gracious host a chance to hold him, "Thank you, Miss Honeymead...for taking me here."

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She holds the foxling in her arms and strokes its head, lets it rub against her cheeks and chin. Marcel and Pascal jealously put their paws on her legs and feet, looking up at her and the other animal.

"You're welcome, Phillip." She smiles at him and hands the foxling over to the shopkeeper, who puts a little collar on it, telling them that he can hold this one for a week.

"He's so sweet. Everyone will just love him."

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Foxy was a docile fox, the exact opposite of its' namesake and that just made everything worth the pain and suffering that came with the name. A new Foxy, a new life. He pet both Pascal and Marcel, feeding them each a snack before straightening up.

"After everything that's happened," Phil tried to be as discreet as possible, "With the Arena, with the, uh, well you know," he never blamed either Stephen or Linden for this mess but, "You really are as nice as some people say."

And yet, he's still wary about her: she was still a Capitolite after all.

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"Oh, well... thank you!" Swann takes it as a compliment, even though it kind of weirds her out that people just go around talking about to Tributes in other Districts. As long as they're saying good things though, she supposes it's fine.

"Let me know if you ever need anything, okay? And bring Foxy to visit sometimes!"