sleep over

[setfires]

Who| Cinna and limited OPEN
What| Cinna invites people to sleep over at his home.
Where| Cinna's little two bedroom apartment.
When| The first night after District 12 Suite's destruction.
Warnings/Notes| None yet.


Cinna still lived in the apartment he had grown up in. His mother had passed away and he had taken it over. It was safe compared to other places in the Capitol. He had a decent income as a Stylist, but he spent most of it paying off the debt that had gotten him through school and purchasing materials. His furniture and electronics were a little more modern, having been upgraded from the things his mother had had a few years ago, but it was mostly covered by fabric rolls and sketch books. It wasn't really a "mess" so much as cluttered with ideas, much like his mind could be at times.

The small apartment had two bedrooms, one that had been converted to a work room. The items that had originally been designated from the work room had spilled over into the rest of the apartment. There were sketches on the walls of each of the District 12 Tributes and a variety of designs he had in mind for them. There were pieces of fabric and little inventions that would help him bring life to his work.

When he opened the room for the Tributes he frowned a bit. "I'm sorry for the mess," he commented before moving some of the items into his work room to clear enough floor space for them to sleep. He cleared off the couch and managed to get the space to look half-way decent.

Once that was done he smiled at them all and offered to get something to drink.

Comments

[mudbloodhater]

Draco had been devastated by the ruination of their suites. It had been bad enough that he had to stay somewhere like that in the first place, but now he found that he was apparently attached to the place in some regard. He hadn't even bothered poking around the wreck that used to be his room; the only thing he had of any value was his wand, and that had to be gone. It was only wood, after all.

Still, it left a sort of sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he'd been more than happy to accept Cinna's offer to take them in briefly. He had no doubt it would be nicer than living in yet another tiny, Capitol-provided room that had no personality, no feeling to it. The Manor back home hadn't been overly decorated, but it at least felt lived in. Cinna's flat had that, too. It was more than lived in.

He wasn't about to deny his curiosity as he entered the flat, grey eyes slightly wide in their interest of the sketches everywhere. It was fairly obvious which one was him; there were only so many Tributes that had white-blond hair. They looked good, even at this stage. No doubt he'd not actually mind wearing them.

"It's not that messy. I've seen worse."

[setfires]

"Have you? That's good," Cinna said with a small smile. "Most people I know keep very orderly homes."

[mudbloodhater]

"Including myself," he replied, finally turning away from the sketches he had been eyeing. "Lucky thing I've lived in a dormitory for nearly six years. There's always that one roommate who can't pick up his bloody socks."

[setfires]

Cinna came closer and looked at the sketches. There was one in which Draco was almost depicted as an elf-like creature, covered in greens that spoke of nature and magic.

"What do you think?"

[mudbloodhater]

That had been one that initially caught his eye, in fact. Draco glanced it over again, tipping his head before smirking at Cinna. "So much better than anything else I've been put in to date. What's the occasion?"

[mannersmatter]

It was crowded, but organized. A little small, but friendly. And Effie was fascinated to look and see all the ways Cinna's thought processes seemed to flit around on the pieces of paper.

She was desperate for a night at home, for once, but it was a comfortable place to visit, in a way Effie wasn't use to.

She found a place to perch, patting the seat next to her for Draco. Although it was true she felt much more connected to him...it wasn't actually that she was playing favorites. She was generally...satisfied with all their tributes. He was just the one she enjoyed most on a personal level.

Possibly, if she and her siblings had been closer in age, this is what they would be like.

[mudbloodhater]

He'd still just been admiring some of Cinna's personal things, strangely grateful - not that he'd admit it - that he'd been given the chance to get out of their ruined suites and into somewhere decent. Certainly, it was considerably cosier than the suites, but he couldn't say he minded too terribly. He could even stand Katurian's lingering presence now.

So when Effie patted the seat beside her, Draco decided to join her, making himself comfortable.

"So why does Cinna have a flat, and you stay with us?"

[mannersmatter]

"Oh, I have an apartment to! I just am working there so late most nights I don't go home. I'll take you some day, maybe we can all have a party there but...I'm sure it's a mess right now."

She hadn't been home long enough to clean up. It probably wasn't much better than Cinna's. There must be dust everywhere.

[mudbloodhater]

He blinked, nodding after a moment. "Seems strange. Not just giving it up after some point for the night." Draco wrinkled his nose a little. "Wouldn't mind seeing it, though. It's sort of interesting, you know."

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[downbeat]

Katurian couldn't sleep in a place where so much death had occurred so recently. It was bad enough, lying in a bed where dozens of condemned had slept before him, twisting and turning with their final dreams. Now there was blood on the walls, blood on the carpets, and Katurian could barely quiet his thoughts. His screaming, agonizing, maddening thoughts.

And so he was here too. Normally his shoulders would be hunched small, normally he would feign invisibility, but it was so welcoming, so refreshing to see all the cluttered mess. It was something he missed about his old bedroom. Papers everywhere. Half-written stories. Half formed ideas. It was the room of an artist.

He basked in it, smiling despite himself.

[setfires]

"You seem much more comfortable than I thought you would be, Katurian," Cinna commented. He was happy that the other man was. He could find the Tribute a little unsettling at times, but that didn't mean he wanted to treat him poorly. "Can I get you anything?"

[downbeat]

"O-Oh," he said, whipping around. Was this a backhanded compliment? A simple observation? He was a fly under a magnifying glass. "I d-don't-- nothing, no, thank you, I am very comfortable given the circumstances, very-- I am fine."

(He knew it wasn't a good save.)

"It's just --" He swallowed. "I like seeing where you work, is all. It's smaller than I expected."

[setfires]

"I could probably afford a bigger place," Cinna admitted. There was no hint about which of the possibilities that Katurian thought of was true. Cinna's talent lied in his ability to design and style, but if there was anything he was almost as good at it was keeping his intentions carefully ambiguous.

"I have some debt to pay back first," he admitted. He didn't seem too ashamed of that fact. Every one in the Capitol had debt to pay back. "Plus, I like this place. It's comfortable."

[downbeat]

"It is comfortable," he agreed with a meek nod.

He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep them from fidgeting. He had heard his conversation with Draco, about making outfits to fit their home world. He winced.

"I'm sorry I don't like to talk about home," he said, his eyes down to the ground.

[mannersmatter]

Effie found a place to settle down next to Katurian. The expression on his face was...relaxing. It would be a lie to say the man didn't intimidate Effie a bit, but she wanted to find someway to connect with him.

He was her Tribute after all.

"Hello." She said softly, lifting a hand in greeting.

[downbeat]

Katurian hadn't been as polite to Effie as he should have been. It wasn't that he was impolite (except for that one time, that one time when she said his stories were dreadful and he made a crack about the games), but he did avoid socializing with her. He was an anxious loner by his nature. It was easier, shrinking away.

But now he was in an enclosed space. There was nowhere to run.

He raised his hand in turn, managing a smile.

"Some mess, yeah?"

[mannersmatter]

"Oh, yes, hopefully they'll have it all fixed soon."

The District Suite...it was awful. And just added to Effie's stress. Including the fact she hadn't seen Haymitch since.

"But Cinna was so kind, offering his space."

[inciting]

She had never been to Cinna's house, never thought she would be.

Her eyes went wide as she walked in, finding too many things to look at. The fabric, the textures...finally she found herself lingering on pictures of the design for her own costumes, pinned next to Portia's designs for Cinna. A picture of them in the end products...she felt herself tense up, and turned away, looking at the group gathered here.

It would be tight quarters, but she realized, strangely, she was looking forward to it.

[nightlightheart]

"Hey there, Kitty Kat," she's not anything like a cat at all, really, if he wants to be honest. But Katniss is a weird ass name. He's not calling he by it. He just needs to test drive a few before he finds something he likes better.

Tony's not really gotten to know much about Katniss yet, other than hearsay. She was a big deal right before he showed up, he knows that much. Some tragic love story or some crap. But Tony doesn't quite buy into all that.

She's more clever than most people give her credit for, Tony thinks. Plays the game a little more clumsily than her predecessor, sticks her foot in her mouth a little bit more. But she knows the rules; knows this world far better than Tony does. He might be an arrogant, narcissistic asshole 98.7% of the time, but he isn't not at idiot. Damn straight he'll take advice from a 17 year old skinny daughter of a miner. She's already done something he's yet to do.

Win.

May as well get to know the little lady a little bit. And there doesn't seem to be any better time than this present.

[inciting]

Kitty Cat.

Catnip.

She doesn't know if the nickname, and the pang of homesickness for Gale makes her more or less fond of the man who just helped himself to a seat next to her.

"Tony, right?"

[setfires]

Cinna was extremely proud to bring her here. It was nice to be able to open up his place to her. Even though the clutter was a little embarrassing he didn't seem to mind.

"How are you feeling?" he asked her quietly, not wanting her state of mind to be a topic for the group. He knew seeing Peeta on that broadcast had been bard for her.

[inciting]

She shrugged. It wasn't that she didn't want to tell Cinna. Really, he was the only person she felt she could tell here.

She just...didn't know. Everything with Cinna, with the attack, with her isolation...

"Tired?"

[setfires]

"I don't know yet," Cinna admitted. "It's hard to feel things."

[nightlightheart]

For a a guy who's entire job is to make someone look "good" in this place, Cinna's really not that bad of a guy. Normal, by comparison to the typical nutjobs around the Capitol.

And as for the mess, Tony knows a workspace when he sees one. Creative clutter. Its actually kind of refreshing to see, really. A guy who takes his work home means he cares about it. It's something Tony can respect.

"Better than the Training Center," Tony just shrugs the apology away. Scans the area for interesting things. Find typical objects found in a typical home, so its nice to know that at least some things in this world stay the same; a sofa, a refrigerator, a glass half-drank still sitting on the counter.

"Though your view isn't as nice," that's really only a joke. "I'd demand a raise."

[setfires]

Cinna chuckled a bit. "I should, considering they've more than tripled my work load," he admitted. "For the way that some of the Stylists complain you'd think we'd unionize." That was a funny new concept to him that he'd picked up from a Tribute somewhere. The idea of a union wasn't one that he thought he fully understood yet, but he was sure he used the word correctly.