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thecapitol2015-04-11 11:31 am
burnedbrighter) wrote in thecapitol2015-04-11 11:31 am
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Wound up too tight.
Who: Azula and you
What: Training, seeing to her tributes needs, the usual
Where: Training center and Tribute Tower
When: April 11th
Warnings: None.
Bureaucratic garbage.
Azula had once reveled in the red tape and gracefully danced around rules to get what she wanted for her tributes. But as District Twelve took victory Azula once again watched as the funds for District Five dried up and people stopped returning her calls.
For awhile it worked out fine that all she had to do was track them down herself. If people weren't coming to her she would go to them. But as Azula became more abrasive and insistent on their support the donors were asking to see more results or at the very least get something in return.
And their terms were becoming increasingly unreasonable. Azula still had her pride after all, battered though it was.
It wasn't her tributes fault, they were doing as they always did. Looking out for themselves and those they cared about. Some still trained with her, some even came to the spa with her to unwind (And she needed it more and more lately) but she knew precisely who was to blame.
As the holographic training dummies were formed in front of her Azula raced from one to another in rapid succession delivering a series of killing blows trying to increase her speed and precision. Each dummy in her minds eye held the face of someone who had either cut back on their donations, or completely denied her requests. The worst were the ones that simply ignored her and pretended she wasn't calling or waiting outside their offices.
Mopping the sweat from her brow she checked the time on her watch and cursed that she was actually slower this time. Also that soon enough she would have to go and get cleaned up so she could be out in the common area for lunch. It was the best place to have lunch if you wanted people to find you. And Azula wanted people to know that she was still working away. Still doing her job to perfection even if no one else was.
Would any tributes seek her out for extra training in the training hall? Or perhaps someone would join her for lunch.
What: Training, seeing to her tributes needs, the usual
Where: Training center and Tribute Tower
When: April 11th
Warnings: None.
Bureaucratic garbage.
Azula had once reveled in the red tape and gracefully danced around rules to get what she wanted for her tributes. But as District Twelve took victory Azula once again watched as the funds for District Five dried up and people stopped returning her calls.
For awhile it worked out fine that all she had to do was track them down herself. If people weren't coming to her she would go to them. But as Azula became more abrasive and insistent on their support the donors were asking to see more results or at the very least get something in return.
And their terms were becoming increasingly unreasonable. Azula still had her pride after all, battered though it was.
It wasn't her tributes fault, they were doing as they always did. Looking out for themselves and those they cared about. Some still trained with her, some even came to the spa with her to unwind (And she needed it more and more lately) but she knew precisely who was to blame.
As the holographic training dummies were formed in front of her Azula raced from one to another in rapid succession delivering a series of killing blows trying to increase her speed and precision. Each dummy in her minds eye held the face of someone who had either cut back on their donations, or completely denied her requests. The worst were the ones that simply ignored her and pretended she wasn't calling or waiting outside their offices.
Mopping the sweat from her brow she checked the time on her watch and cursed that she was actually slower this time. Also that soon enough she would have to go and get cleaned up so she could be out in the common area for lunch. It was the best place to have lunch if you wanted people to find you. And Azula wanted people to know that she was still working away. Still doing her job to perfection even if no one else was.
Would any tributes seek her out for extra training in the training hall? Or perhaps someone would join her for lunch.
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It's almost the most unfair thing here, watching it all. She's got pride and strength. She could goddamn dominate, he is certain. She should be doing so. But the world is seeing otherwise.
"A SISTER AIN'T DOING SO GOODLIKE. Ain't no swelling up like ocean to eat the stone. DRYING UP TO CRUMBLE." He says it without looking. He says it knowing it's not something what other motherfuckers would be apt to get away with by her. "It ain't you. BUT IT'S GETTING TO YOU."
He wonders if this is how all everyone else looked and felt on him, watching a beast bow. Now a fire going out.
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The words were like sandpaper against her well maintained skin, but he was absolutely right and she hated it.
"Do you remember the last time we spoke of such things back out in my home District? I was so sure of myself back then. So positive that the tributes were the problem. Now I see the truth of it. The Hunger Games have become so much more about popularity and luck that promoting the skills and intelligence of my tributes garners me almost nothing. But if I start to make up stories about who's sleeping with who or which tributes hate one another suddenly they are interested!"
It was just one of a great many issues she had with how things were being run.
"Have you ever known the pure agony of being the smartest person in a room but no one cares or bothers to even listen? Sometimes I just want to throw their expensive alcohol back in their faces and kick them into a fireplace. Maybe then they'd finally understand what true power is."
Dangerous words if she was down in the common area, but in the training hall civiliians and sponsors wouldn't be lurking. There was a very small risk of her words leaking out to the public unless the Capitol security forces made it happen.