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thecapitol2013-03-07 06:59 pm
setfires) wrote in thecapitol2013-03-07 06:59 pm
Entry tags:
sleep over
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.
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.
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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.
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