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thecapitol2015-03-27 12:38 am
69problems) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-27 12:38 am
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paint-by-number morning sky [semi-open!]
Who| Signless and Tony, Signless and the D12 tributes, Signless and YOU!
What| Taking care of business, then taking care of pets.
Where| D12, then the lobby.
When| Now (after the arena, before the crowning).
Warnings/Notes| Nothing I can think of, will add if something comes up.
A. For Tony
Remembering the whirlwind of interviews and speculation and internal conflict he had to deal with after winning, the Signless has left Tony more or less alone since the end of the arena. There's only so long he can put off talking to Twelve's new victor, however, and he feels it's reasonable to want to be on the same page since they're going to be working together. It won't do their tributes any good if they're working hard but working at cross purposes.
With that in mind he stands outside of Tony's door and gives a brief, polite knock.
"Tony? I'd like to speak with you, if you don't mind."
B. For All D12 Tributes
Just as important as keeping on the same page as his co-mentor is keeping up to date with his tributes. In his opinion he'll be best-equipped to help them if he hears from them what it is that they most need. On top of that he wants to get to know all of them better. Twelve is many things and especially right now it's a mixed bag of very different people with very different skills who need very different marketing to make sure they get as much help in the arenas as it's possible for him to secure. Perhaps it's not the most efficient way of doing things but he wants to be sure everyone is being presented to sponsors in a way that they're, if not happy with, at least not vehemently opposed to.
Each of them will receive a brief, friendly note on their door asking to meet in the suite common room at an appointed time for a brief check-in. He parks himself on the couch with a notebook, a pen, and a decidedly non-alcoholic drink, and waits.
C. Open!
It hadn't been as much of a surprise as it might have been when after his crowning he was presented with the small crablike creature the Capitol had billed as a 'mutantblood lusus'. He remembers very well Maximus and his pet tiger. No, the problem with his new pet isn't so much that he hadn't been expecting it and more that it has absolutely no manners. He's discovered that with the exception of himself and Karkat it's distrustful of people at best and attempts to eat their ankles at worst. 'Worst' happens to be its default.
Naturally the solution is taking it down into the lobby of the tower (on a short leash, of course) and attempting to get it used to people. It skitters around his legs, clacking its claws and blinking its four white eyes suspiciously at anyone who gets too close. When it's not making agitated chirping sounds or screeching in alarm at a Capitolite's oh-so-scary shiny accessories it's emitting a low, constant and very uneasy hiss.
"Sorry," he says, nudging it with his foot away from the person it's most recently decided is its mortal enemy. "I'm trying to teach him to be a little more personable and it's not going well."
What| Taking care of business, then taking care of pets.
Where| D12, then the lobby.
When| Now (after the arena, before the crowning).
Warnings/Notes| Nothing I can think of, will add if something comes up.
A. For Tony
Remembering the whirlwind of interviews and speculation and internal conflict he had to deal with after winning, the Signless has left Tony more or less alone since the end of the arena. There's only so long he can put off talking to Twelve's new victor, however, and he feels it's reasonable to want to be on the same page since they're going to be working together. It won't do their tributes any good if they're working hard but working at cross purposes.
With that in mind he stands outside of Tony's door and gives a brief, polite knock.
"Tony? I'd like to speak with you, if you don't mind."
B. For All D12 Tributes
Just as important as keeping on the same page as his co-mentor is keeping up to date with his tributes. In his opinion he'll be best-equipped to help them if he hears from them what it is that they most need. On top of that he wants to get to know all of them better. Twelve is many things and especially right now it's a mixed bag of very different people with very different skills who need very different marketing to make sure they get as much help in the arenas as it's possible for him to secure. Perhaps it's not the most efficient way of doing things but he wants to be sure everyone is being presented to sponsors in a way that they're, if not happy with, at least not vehemently opposed to.
Each of them will receive a brief, friendly note on their door asking to meet in the suite common room at an appointed time for a brief check-in. He parks himself on the couch with a notebook, a pen, and a decidedly non-alcoholic drink, and waits.
C. Open!
It hadn't been as much of a surprise as it might have been when after his crowning he was presented with the small crablike creature the Capitol had billed as a 'mutantblood lusus'. He remembers very well Maximus and his pet tiger. No, the problem with his new pet isn't so much that he hadn't been expecting it and more that it has absolutely no manners. He's discovered that with the exception of himself and Karkat it's distrustful of people at best and attempts to eat their ankles at worst. 'Worst' happens to be its default.
Naturally the solution is taking it down into the lobby of the tower (on a short leash, of course) and attempting to get it used to people. It skitters around his legs, clacking its claws and blinking its four white eyes suspiciously at anyone who gets too close. When it's not making agitated chirping sounds or screeching in alarm at a Capitolite's oh-so-scary shiny accessories it's emitting a low, constant and very uneasy hiss.
"Sorry," he says, nudging it with his foot away from the person it's most recently decided is its mortal enemy. "I'm trying to teach him to be a little more personable and it's not going well."
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He runs a hand through his hair.
"Look. I'm not the inspirational type. I'm not even an okay role model type. I just do what I want and see how that turns out. Nine times out of ten? I get my way. Floating down some tissues and space ice cream is not my thing." He stops his pacing and looks out the window.
"I'm not Steve Rogers. He's the one who wants the world safe."
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A lot of that was something like what Tony had said: just saying what he wanted and hoping it worked. Contrary to much of the popular accounts of his life he'd mostly just blundered through being a prophet. There was no divine insight, no real surety that what he was doing was right, just the need to help in some way. The rest took care of itself.
"I don't expect you to be Steve Rogers. You had this job dumped on you because you out of everyone managed to stay alive the longest, and it wouldn't be fair to expect you to immediately embrace it. If you would rather be minimally involved because you don't think there's much you can do, that's your choice."
It's not one he entirely agrees with, but he can understand it. Life in the Capitol makes it very easy to feel as though there's no point in even trying, as though no matter what you do, it will never be enough. Maybe Signless has always been too stubborn for his own good, but he just can't let himself give in to that kind of cynicism.
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Of course as antagonistic as he's sounding he's putting less heat in it. He's still feeling backed into a corner about it which is why he's still snippy, but he's at least coming to realise that the guy is only trying to work with what he's got.
"For the record, I know there's a lot I can do." He glances out the window. "I just know that what I'm best at the Capitol isn't going to let me teach." He shrugs with a great lack of passion. "But, fine. I'll do my bit. And it'll be done, my way."
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But Tony doesn't know, so it's not his fault he's just been unintentionally hilarious. What the Signless actually says is:
"Yes, I'm very sure I can handle it. This isn't the first time I've done something like this. I'll help in my way, and you can help in yours, and that will hopefully be enough."
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"Hopefully." He parrots, looking somewhat doubtful. Then after a moment gestures to him with a suspicious look. "Is this going to end in a hug?"
I figure we can wrap this up soon!
He backs toward the door, placing his hand on the knob and turning it but not opening it just yet.
"That's really all I wanted. If you ever need me for anything, you know where to find me."
I figure too~!
He nods as Signless stands by the door letting him know he's there to talk to and simply nods.
"Small floor, you shouldn't be too hard to find."
AAAAAND that's a wrap! Thanks friend!