thecapitol | reach down your hand in your pocket

Who| Blaine and OPEN
What| Back in Tribute Tower
Where| Common Areas
When| After his death.
Warnings/Notes| Blaine is looking for Kurt in particular, but he won't be opposed to stopping to talk to friends. He's just going to be a little antsy until he sees Kurt.

It was tempting to stay in his room and never, ever leave. After what had happened in the Arena he was almost hoping for that option, but he couldn't. He couldn't just hide without knowing what Kurt was doing. If he was back...

He had to be. If Kurt had turned out to be one of the few who never returned Blaine didn't know what he'd do with himself. That was why when he finally got up and got dressed went straight down to look through common areas of the Tower, searching for Kurt.

He still didn't look completely okay. While his clothes were put together and his hair was perfect, there was something a little wild in his eyes. The impulsiveness that drove him to Alpha's line of sight still lingered in the back of his mind. The sense of having nothing at all to lose had settled in him after watching Kurt die and he wasn't sure when it would start to fade.

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"Of course," he said. "Hair gel can be a very important accessory."

Momoko wrinkled her nose. "Hairspray's always been enough for me." And too much gel put into mind that unicorn hair man Ichigo had fallen for, although she wasn't sure there was enough gel in the world to keep that hairstyle in place. "Does it melt in the sun? Or do you have one of these?" She held up her parasol. She'd been intending to take a walk, something to do while there was a lull in her Mentoring responsibilities.

"It doesn't," Blaine admitted. "It might be a really good idea for me to get one though. Gel doesn't really melt if you get a good brand. I used to work at theme parks during the summer so I spent a lot of time outside. I learned which ones were the best for that and tricks I could do to limit dripping."

"Dripping," repeated Momoko distastefully. "I should hope so." A thought occurred to her. "Theme parks? Like the last Arena? That's a coincidence."

"Not like that though. The Arena has been abandoned and broken down."

"Yes, obviously. They likes things to be broken in the Arena."

"Exactly. Six Flags is a slightly different than Disneyland though."

"Is it? I haven't been to either. I haven't been to any amusement park, actually." Not even this one, thankfully.

"Well, Six Flags focuses more on roller coasters, while Disneyland is more of a family thing?"

"Oh? I guess I wouldn't like either then. I don't like roller coasters," flying through the air after crashing her first attempt at riding a motorbike was more than enough for a lifetime, "And a family place would be too much work, trying to keep track of them." She shrugged. "I guess you liked them though? If you kept working at them."

"To be honest? It was pretty humiliating, but I loved it too," Blaine admitted. "What about you? What did you do?"

"Why you would love something that was humiliating?" Momoko asked, nose wrinkling. Not that she had experienced much embarrassment before arriving in the Capitol. "I didn't do anything, I just went to school and tricked my dad into giving me money. Well," she corrected herself, "I did when he had money. He was in the Yakuza, but he got kicked out, and then he sold knock-off designer clothes, but then those designers came after him, so we were hiding out at my grandmother's in the country and I sold some of his leftover knockoffs online to pay for my own things."

She shrugged. "It wasn't a job and I didn't get very much, but it was nice to get money without having to pretend my classmate had been kidnapped and needed a ransom." She added, almost absently, "I almost had a real job, though."

Blaine didn't really have any idea how to respond to all of what she had just said, so instead he focused on the very last part. "What was it?"

"Embroidery," she said, swinging the parasol absently. Most people didn't know what to say about her family, unless they were trying to arrest her father or something, so she didn't think anything of it. "My favorite store, Baby had a dress come in completely plain and they wanted me to fix it." She pressed her hands to her chest with a dreamy sigh. "He asked me to fix it, Baby's head designer himself."

"That's a good talent to have," Blaine said with a small smile. "Are you going to be able to do it here now that you're a Victor?"

"In my free time," she said, brought abruptly back to earth. There was no Baby here, and no brilliant designer offering her work. "There's not much point in working when I don't have to, all they want me to do is talk to Sponsors and look cute at parties. They say we used to need 'talents' but with the Games going on all the time they don't really bother anymore."

"You could work with one of the Stylists though, if you wanted to?" Blaine suggested carefully, not sure if this was a topic she wanted to keep going with. She did seem a little ready to change the subject.

"Ugh, no," she grimaced. "Not them. They're all hopeless. Anyway, they save the 'important' jobs like that for their precious Citizens, I think. Would want some foreigner taking their jobs, after all. Why, would you want to work with them?"

"I... I hadn't really thought of it. I'm not a fashion designer. My ex-boyfriend is though..." He trailed off for a moment, remembering why things are so painful here.

"Is he?" said Momoko, with some interest. "He'd probably hate it here then. What kind of fashion does he do?"

"Oh, things that other people might think are odd? He really can take something unusual and make it beautiful."

"Hm. Sounds interesting," she said, with some doubt in her voice. "Wouldn't it be easier to make something beautiful into something more beautiful? Not trying to make something into what it's not?"

"I guess? Fashion can be either of those things."

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