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thecapitol2015-05-28 11:09 am
reallynow) wrote in thecapitol2015-05-28 11:09 am
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I'll wait until you have to go. [open]
Who| Jolie with prompts for Steve, Tony and Oceana and then an OPEN
What| Jolie catches sight of Steve during pre-arena prep, runs to tell Tony. Later she has news to break to Oceana and then she's doing something crazy like her job.
Where| Tribute Tower, The Lobby
When| Just prior to the Arena and then within the first week
Warnings| Probably talk of sex and whatnot because it's Jolie. Nothing major.
OPEN:
The guilt from not properly being around during the big send off is chewing at Jolie, so she's making it her mission to keep her eyes glued to the damn screens.
Today's bout of multitasking involves a Pina colada at the lobby bar and her sketchbook on her lap as she fiddles with a pencil that seems to change colours when she taps it against her book. She grunts every so often when she clearly uses the wrong colour, but it's just sketching.
Peeking closer reveals that she's very wistfully designing crowning outfits for her tributes. She's done this about a million times and it never gets old for her. Her smile is wide when her focus is on her book, but it becomes grim when she looks up at the screen.
"I'm gonna need a goddamn miracle." She murmurs, raising her drink to her lips for a long, long sip.
Steve:
For all her infatuation with Steve started as a crush, his post on the network and subsequent disappearance hurt more than a simple phase of affections should ever have felt. Even if she's moving on in other ways, there's still something about Steve that draws her in and keeps her interested. Her admiration and respect for his strength in personality and his kindness ended up out-weighing her interest in his looks, but there's something unattainable about him that kept the chase in her.
And then he was gone. And it seemed like even finding out where he was had to be a chase in itself. It's dangerous to pretend she's even remotely interested in his wellbeing, but her heart aches when someone drops the news about him being back. Maybe it isn't love, as such, but it's sincere care and concern. When she makes her way into the Nine prep room, it's under the pretense that she's helping Oceana.
What she sees is. Well. It's both better and worse than she expected. She exhales, faint amusement in her voice when she does.
"Did they leave you in the wash too long, baby?" She knows this is bad. Bad and traumatic and a nightmare to deal with, but humor is how she handles these things.
Tony:
The moment the tributes are sent up unto the Cornucopia, Jolie is making her way gradually toward his suite in Twelve. It's a bit of a journey, so she's probably not there prior to the live performance. She can't very well turn and run with the kind of urgency she'd like to use, not when the press is in full force and he'll to deal with. It's probably closer to midafternoon when she makes it there.
She knocks carefully on the door, but she doesn't dawdle around before inviting herself in. It is, perhaps, a more subdued entrance than he's been afforded before. That makes it all the more suspicious.
"Hey." She starts slow, pressing her lips together before she decides it's best to just get it out. "He's back, Tony. Steve is back."
Oceana:
Jolie, unfortunately, does keep a lot from Oceana. It's part of a mechanism for protecting the dumb kid, but sometimes Oceana is the only person Jolie ever wants to tell her secrets to.
She doesn't need a reason to pop by and visit. Hell, she doesn't even need a reason to drag her out onto the town if she needs to. She just can't shake the idea that she seems..suspicious. Oceana can probably read her like a book by now.
Still, they're walking the town with Jolie latched onto Oceana's arm. Her hip bumps against hers to guide her down a corner and give her a detour, smiling all the while.
What| Jolie catches sight of Steve during pre-arena prep, runs to tell Tony. Later she has news to break to Oceana and then she's doing something crazy like her job.
Where| Tribute Tower, The Lobby
When| Just prior to the Arena and then within the first week
Warnings| Probably talk of sex and whatnot because it's Jolie. Nothing major.
OPEN:
The guilt from not properly being around during the big send off is chewing at Jolie, so she's making it her mission to keep her eyes glued to the damn screens.
Today's bout of multitasking involves a Pina colada at the lobby bar and her sketchbook on her lap as she fiddles with a pencil that seems to change colours when she taps it against her book. She grunts every so often when she clearly uses the wrong colour, but it's just sketching.
Peeking closer reveals that she's very wistfully designing crowning outfits for her tributes. She's done this about a million times and it never gets old for her. Her smile is wide when her focus is on her book, but it becomes grim when she looks up at the screen.
"I'm gonna need a goddamn miracle." She murmurs, raising her drink to her lips for a long, long sip.
Steve:
For all her infatuation with Steve started as a crush, his post on the network and subsequent disappearance hurt more than a simple phase of affections should ever have felt. Even if she's moving on in other ways, there's still something about Steve that draws her in and keeps her interested. Her admiration and respect for his strength in personality and his kindness ended up out-weighing her interest in his looks, but there's something unattainable about him that kept the chase in her.
And then he was gone. And it seemed like even finding out where he was had to be a chase in itself. It's dangerous to pretend she's even remotely interested in his wellbeing, but her heart aches when someone drops the news about him being back. Maybe it isn't love, as such, but it's sincere care and concern. When she makes her way into the Nine prep room, it's under the pretense that she's helping Oceana.
What she sees is. Well. It's both better and worse than she expected. She exhales, faint amusement in her voice when she does.
"Did they leave you in the wash too long, baby?" She knows this is bad. Bad and traumatic and a nightmare to deal with, but humor is how she handles these things.
Tony:
The moment the tributes are sent up unto the Cornucopia, Jolie is making her way gradually toward his suite in Twelve. It's a bit of a journey, so she's probably not there prior to the live performance. She can't very well turn and run with the kind of urgency she'd like to use, not when the press is in full force and he'll to deal with. It's probably closer to midafternoon when she makes it there.
She knocks carefully on the door, but she doesn't dawdle around before inviting herself in. It is, perhaps, a more subdued entrance than he's been afforded before. That makes it all the more suspicious.
"Hey." She starts slow, pressing her lips together before she decides it's best to just get it out. "He's back, Tony. Steve is back."
Oceana:
Jolie, unfortunately, does keep a lot from Oceana. It's part of a mechanism for protecting the dumb kid, but sometimes Oceana is the only person Jolie ever wants to tell her secrets to.
She doesn't need a reason to pop by and visit. Hell, she doesn't even need a reason to drag her out onto the town if she needs to. She just can't shake the idea that she seems..suspicious. Oceana can probably read her like a book by now.
Still, they're walking the town with Jolie latched onto Oceana's arm. Her hip bumps against hers to guide her down a corner and give her a detour, smiling all the while.
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"About 74, like you said. It's hard to keep track now, it's overwhelming." She nods along, taking a sip of her drink before she continues. "Before you guys it was two randomly selected people from each district." She counts two on her fingers, just to make a point. "Then you'd get a week to fix them up, dress them, train them and get them sponsors before they'd go off to Arenas- always outdoors, by the way. After that, the rest of the year was for the Victor. Crowning, parties and then District Tours. We don't do a lot of that anymore. It's all quantity over quality."
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"I knew the basic premise already," he brushes on. "The two tribute thing, and the outdoor aspect--that's why I was watching, to get an idea what that ice arena might be like, because some guy on a program I don't even remember hinted about it being some kind of throwback round. Doing it this way just sounds exhausting. It is for me, and that's with the total reset after death."
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"Caesar Flickerman." She corrects easily, perhaps a little defensively. "And it is exhausting. Sure, you have more than a week to prepare, but it's sandwiched between so many other things that it's a nightmare. And there's so many of you, and you're all different, standing out is tough. I say that as someone who needs to mock up all your original outfits." But enough about her. "And without the District Tours, it makes reaching out harder. How's anyone in the Districts gonna know you? How are any of you gonna know them? I miss that shit."
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"Whatever," he says instead, waving off the name. "I've been trying to market myself more since I got back, but it's exhausting to do and probably wouldn't work if I didn't have a gimmick to work." You know, the whole shouty asshole with a soft center deal.
"What were the District Tours?"
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"It's basically what it says on the package. After you win, you visit all of the Districts and give speeches to express your gratitude to all the little people to inspire them. You know, all the glamor and work of a new celebrity. All the parties and hand-shaking, kissing babies and talking to children." She lets out a low sigh, tapping her pencil against her book again. "New outfits. Make up."
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That frown sticks as she goes on. "I've never even seen my District. Not in person," he says. There have surely been sanitized pictures in school, but that's different. "It sounds exhausting. All this PR stuff is a pain in the ass already, but having to go around to all twelve and do that one after the other..."
His brow furrows up. "And what the hell is this thing about kissing babies? Why do humans do that?"