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thecapitol2015-06-23 07:28 pm
tucky) wrote in thecapitol2015-06-23 07:28 pm
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Who| Tiffany Doggett AND YOU
What| Fresh from the arena, Tiffany tries to make sense of things
Where| Various places; scenarios under cuts
When| Some vague nebulous time after she's killed in the arena; can take place over a few days if needed
Warnings/Notes| If you haven't already, please take a look at her permissions post before tagging her so I know what you are and aren't comfortable with!
A: District 1 suite
After coming back to life (though it still feels weird to think of it that way), the absolute first thing Tiffany does is go to her room, collapse onto her bed, and sleep for twelve straight hours. Everything else can wait (including fixing up her teeth, which she's alarmed to discover are rotted and meth-y again). Eventually, though, she'll wander out - take a hot shower and a relaxing bath, grab some snacks from the fridge, and even flick on the TV. The Games are still playing, of course. She watches them impassively. Already, her own time in the arena is already starting to feel like an unpleasant dream - she knows it was real, and yet she's emotionally distanced herself from it. Whatever happened in there scarcely matters now. It's over, and now she can try to spin it - for sponsorships, for endorsement deals, for whatever else it is that Tributes do. All that matters is that the Capitol still likes her.
It'll be fine. She'll be fine.
B: Training Center rooftop
Except when she isn't fine. She's violent, but not this violent. She's killed before, but not like that. She's easily suggestible and manipulated, and she fully plans to keep being an obedient Capitol lapdog - but she hasn't yet reached a point where she doesn't feel at least a little conflicted about what she has to do to attain that goal. And that's not even touching on her feelings towards her own death, which are big and complicated and won't go away no matter how many times she tries to tell herself that the arena wasn't really real, and it didn't count.
So she sneaks up to the roof sometimes, wanting to be alone. Whether or not she actually is, however, is another matter entirely.
C: Training Center central commons
And yet there are still other times when she puts on her game face. Tiffany is well aware that she hadn't been the most memorable person in the arena, but she doesn't think she'd been the most forgettable, either - after all, people had to have noticed her to send her those parachute presents. So she'll hang around in the central commons for a while, chatting with sponsors and reporters. Sometimes she'll play it cool, and wait hopefully to be approached - but other times, she'll spot a Capitolite sitting on their own, and she'll go over to make her move.
"Hey. How you doing today?"
D: Various clubs and bars (The Speakeasy, .infinity, Anomaly, The Cave, or Tesserae)
Now that she's back in the Capitol, Tiffany is eager to hit the town - she stops by all her favorite spots, and plans to spend a good deal of time dancing and drinking the night away. She gets a few people who recognize her from the Games - mostly people who knew her before, but occasionally a new fan approaches her. In a couple of the bars, she even gathers up a little crowd, eager to hear stories from the arena.
"Well, y'all saw it happen, right. But seeing it on the screen ain't the same as actually being in there. Man, it's like a rush, you know? All that killing, and knowing you could die at any moment. I wasn't scared. Nah. I didn't have time to be scared. All I had time for was fighting and surviving."
She may be glorifying things just a bit.
What| Fresh from the arena, Tiffany tries to make sense of things
Where| Various places; scenarios under cuts
When| Some vague nebulous time after she's killed in the arena; can take place over a few days if needed
Warnings/Notes| If you haven't already, please take a look at her permissions post before tagging her so I know what you are and aren't comfortable with!
A: District 1 suite
After coming back to life (though it still feels weird to think of it that way), the absolute first thing Tiffany does is go to her room, collapse onto her bed, and sleep for twelve straight hours. Everything else can wait (including fixing up her teeth, which she's alarmed to discover are rotted and meth-y again). Eventually, though, she'll wander out - take a hot shower and a relaxing bath, grab some snacks from the fridge, and even flick on the TV. The Games are still playing, of course. She watches them impassively. Already, her own time in the arena is already starting to feel like an unpleasant dream - she knows it was real, and yet she's emotionally distanced herself from it. Whatever happened in there scarcely matters now. It's over, and now she can try to spin it - for sponsorships, for endorsement deals, for whatever else it is that Tributes do. All that matters is that the Capitol still likes her.
It'll be fine. She'll be fine.
B: Training Center rooftop
Except when she isn't fine. She's violent, but not this violent. She's killed before, but not like that. She's easily suggestible and manipulated, and she fully plans to keep being an obedient Capitol lapdog - but she hasn't yet reached a point where she doesn't feel at least a little conflicted about what she has to do to attain that goal. And that's not even touching on her feelings towards her own death, which are big and complicated and won't go away no matter how many times she tries to tell herself that the arena wasn't really real, and it didn't count.
So she sneaks up to the roof sometimes, wanting to be alone. Whether or not she actually is, however, is another matter entirely.
C: Training Center central commons
And yet there are still other times when she puts on her game face. Tiffany is well aware that she hadn't been the most memorable person in the arena, but she doesn't think she'd been the most forgettable, either - after all, people had to have noticed her to send her those parachute presents. So she'll hang around in the central commons for a while, chatting with sponsors and reporters. Sometimes she'll play it cool, and wait hopefully to be approached - but other times, she'll spot a Capitolite sitting on their own, and she'll go over to make her move.
"Hey. How you doing today?"
D: Various clubs and bars (The Speakeasy, .infinity, Anomaly, The Cave, or Tesserae)
Now that she's back in the Capitol, Tiffany is eager to hit the town - she stops by all her favorite spots, and plans to spend a good deal of time dancing and drinking the night away. She gets a few people who recognize her from the Games - mostly people who knew her before, but occasionally a new fan approaches her. In a couple of the bars, she even gathers up a little crowd, eager to hear stories from the arena.
"Well, y'all saw it happen, right. But seeing it on the screen ain't the same as actually being in there. Man, it's like a rush, you know? All that killing, and knowing you could die at any moment. I wasn't scared. Nah. I didn't have time to be scared. All I had time for was fighting and surviving."
She may be glorifying things just a bit.