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]

"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."

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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?"

[setfires]

"None. I want to refocus on defining each of your looks. I think I've been trying too hard to force you into what the Capitol things District 12 should be, but honestly you're representing your own world much more than the District. I want to remind everyone that you come from a place we don't know," Cinna finished this little speech and smiled a bit. "Don't worry, the ears would only be make up, I'm not going to make you get surgery."

[mudbloodhater]

He winced at the very idea of surgery, reaching up to touch his ears. "Is that why you were asking me about England before?" He asked, though it seemed obvious that it was. That outfit in particular did speak to what he'd said, reminding him considerably of home. Even the greens, though somehow warmer, reminded him of House and home.

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Cinna nodded and then considered Draco. "I am curious about where you come from," he admitted. "Very curious. This world is the only one I know, so discovering there are others that are so different means a great deal to me. It should mean just as much to the citizens as well, but they'll all over looking the potential here."

[mudbloodhater]

"Wish I could just show you," Draco murmured, frowning a little. "It's a little strange that the Capitol can suck all in like this, but most people didn't even know there were different places to come from." He paused then, shrugging as he tucked his hands off into his pockets, "I don't expect many of the citizens bother with much more than the passing fads."

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"That's why we have to make them see you as more," Cinna said. "They love their fads, Draco, but some things last. It's my job to make sure you last." He didn't mean just in the eyes of fashion either. He wanted to give Draco everything he could to help him survive the Arena again and again.

[mudbloodhater]

He nodded slowly, getting that. It would be nice to show it all off. To maybe make magic more than just a fable in the eyes of the citizens, like it ought to be. Especially after his last show in the Arena.

A little smile tugged to his mouth; Draco couldn't help it. He was actually getting sort of attached to Cinna and Effie, though both were strange in their little ways. They didn't ask anything of him, not really. They just let him do what he wanted, nudging him back onto a slightly better path if he happened to push a boundary too much. It was nice, actually.

"I can do that. I'm getting good - I had brilliant luck at the Cornucopia that last go-around," he smirked a little, looking almost as though he was looking for affirmation.

[setfires]

"You did," Cinna replied, easily giving Draco that affirmation. "We were all very proud. You've made excellent progress and if you can find places in the Arena that allow you to use your magic you should be able to make much more of an impression."

[mudbloodhater]

Another nod, and his smirk grew into what could almost be considered a proper smile. "Right. I can do that. It's just too bad I can't have my wand in there." If it existed at all any more, what with the destruction. "It'd be easier."

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"Where is your wand?" Cinna asked curiously, wondering what the boy had and where.

[mudbloodhater]

"Well, it was in my room. They don't let me take it in. It's a weapon, they say." He rolled his eyes, but it was true. It was a weapon.

"Now..." Draco trailed off, shrugging, glancing aside almost sadly.

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Cinna didn't like the sound of that at all. "We'll find it," he said. "If it's still there. We'll look for it." After a moment. "How fragile are they?"

[mudbloodhater]

"It's made of wood." And that ought to have said it all. Draco couldn't help the dejected tone that seeped into his voice.

[setfires]

"Well, fire may be attracted to wood but it's also a fickle thing. It doesn't just consume, it follows a path. It flickers and moves. There was an explosion, but the flames might not have reached your room," Cinna pointed out. "Don't give up hope until you know for sure."

[mudbloodhater]

He glanced up, letting that sink in though it didn't seem to make him feel much better. Not by the expression on his face. He looked more like a kicked puppy than anything else.

"It's horrid, how they just let that happen. That was where we lived," he said then, hiding some of his sadness in a frustrated snap.

[setfires]

"They didn't just let it happen, Draco. It was the Rebellion."

[mudbloodhater]

"It doesn't-" he sighed. "It doesn't matter who did it. It still happened. We still have to stay here with you if we want any modicum of comfort."

[setfires]

Cinna nodded then. "I'm happy to open my home to you for as long as you need, but I do wish that you wouldn't stress yourself out while you're here. Not over things we can't change."

[mudbloodhater]

He inhaled at that, running the words over in his head before letting go of the breath slowly. "Right. Sorry," Draco murmured, nodding. He would still fret over it, he knew, but now he would simply keep his mouth shut about it.

ugh. what is with the typos? that should be do not wish. clearly.

[setfires]

Cinna put a reassuring hand on Draco's shoulder. "I'll do what I can to make sure you're okay. You know that don't you?" He wished he could do more for the boy, but he had his own restrictions.

/snugs

[mudbloodhater]

Draco nodded his acknowledgement. He wasn't used to accepting help from anyone; he wasn't used to needing help from anyone. Everything he'd done in the past, he'd done on his own, or at least tried to. Certainly, his mission wasn't going flawlessly, but it wasn't that bad-

He nodded again, "I know. That's why I'm here, isn't it? And not back at the tower?"

[setfires]

"I'm glad that you are, and that I could offer this to you," Cinna said, smiling a bit. He wanted to give Draco more, but he couldn't. Not with his position, and not while the Capitol was still in power.

[mudbloodhater]

A small smile. He appreciated it, strangely enough; it was still beyond weird that anyone was trying to help that way, absolutely unconditional - or so it seemed, at least - but Draco was done questioning it. It wasn't as though he didn't deserve some special treatment every now and then, after all.

Opening his mouth, the blond found that he wasn't actually sure what he ought to say in return to that, and closed it again. Failing at finding words was a problem he'd been dealing with more and more since he arrived, and if asked, he would simply explain it as the shock of being somewhere new. Finally, he tried a different topic: "How long have you been doing all this for?"