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thecapitol2015-10-03 09:01 pm
conifer) wrote in thecapitol2015-10-03 09:01 pm
[OPEN]
Who| Emily and YOU
What|
Where| Around the Training Centre
When| A couple of days before the start of the Arena
Warnings/Notes| None inherent, will update as necessary
a) District 7 suite
Emily's dressed in the sort of clothes she'd only reluctantly wear for a fancy party, her hair piled high on her head. She looks out of place in the suite, especially as she's tidying and cleaning - disassembling the garden she's kept in one corner of the common area ever since she came back to the Capitol, something that's been her pride and joy, and has been her main distraction and source of therapy in mentoring. Today though, the plants are dug up, the soil swept and the wire displays dismantled, and Emily insists on doing it all herself. A few moments later she disappears into her room and comes back with her arms full of the intricate wood carvings she's put so much care and attention into, and dumps them into the bags with the plants, nodding to the Avoxes to take them away and dispose of them.
b) Out and about in the Capitol
Emily isn't certain what makes a 'good Capitolite'. A shallowness and self-absorption seemed to have a lot to do with it. But she was quite certain that she'd been offered citizenship because of qualities that were the exact opposite to that, ones that she had to admit that she hadn't seen in that many Capitol natives. It bothered her that she needed to stay true to herself while fitting in as one of them. Perhaps she was being unfair, and she was viewing them from the point of view of a Victor and moreover a Districter.
She goes to one of the high end shopping districts, wandering through stores and parks and finally seating herself in a restaurant, people watching all the while. Out here, a little of their eccentric nature seems to disappear, and they're not obnoxious Capitolites but just people. It's a surreal thing for her to accept.
c) The roof
The media didn't seem to have picked up on her panic attack at the Tribute Parade, something for which Emily was more than grateful. She wondered if Cyrus had anything to do with it, after all his offer of citizenship had come quickly after, and she was sure he'd wanted to keep a positive, Capitol-friendly image of her circulating. But even now, she couldn't get the District Tributes out of her mind, the bewilderment and despair on their faces as they realised that they were being sent to die, contrasted with the cheers of the audience.
She grips tightly onto the railing of the balcony to stop her hands from shaking, taking several long, deep breaths. "Get it together, Finch," she mutters. "They're not your people any more. You can't do this to yourself."
d) Closed to Beck
She shows up in the District Twelve suite without warning, and just stands and waits until Beck comes walking through, her expression stern and only a little less pained than when she'd found her in the bar the other night. She has no idea where they stand, and as much as she wishes she could postpone this indefinitely, she knows that she can't avoid Beck forever.
"It's time we finished our conversation."
What|
Where| Around the Training Centre
When| A couple of days before the start of the Arena
Warnings/Notes| None inherent, will update as necessary
a) District 7 suite
Emily's dressed in the sort of clothes she'd only reluctantly wear for a fancy party, her hair piled high on her head. She looks out of place in the suite, especially as she's tidying and cleaning - disassembling the garden she's kept in one corner of the common area ever since she came back to the Capitol, something that's been her pride and joy, and has been her main distraction and source of therapy in mentoring. Today though, the plants are dug up, the soil swept and the wire displays dismantled, and Emily insists on doing it all herself. A few moments later she disappears into her room and comes back with her arms full of the intricate wood carvings she's put so much care and attention into, and dumps them into the bags with the plants, nodding to the Avoxes to take them away and dispose of them.
b) Out and about in the Capitol
Emily isn't certain what makes a 'good Capitolite'. A shallowness and self-absorption seemed to have a lot to do with it. But she was quite certain that she'd been offered citizenship because of qualities that were the exact opposite to that, ones that she had to admit that she hadn't seen in that many Capitol natives. It bothered her that she needed to stay true to herself while fitting in as one of them. Perhaps she was being unfair, and she was viewing them from the point of view of a Victor and moreover a Districter.
She goes to one of the high end shopping districts, wandering through stores and parks and finally seating herself in a restaurant, people watching all the while. Out here, a little of their eccentric nature seems to disappear, and they're not obnoxious Capitolites but just people. It's a surreal thing for her to accept.
c) The roof
The media didn't seem to have picked up on her panic attack at the Tribute Parade, something for which Emily was more than grateful. She wondered if Cyrus had anything to do with it, after all his offer of citizenship had come quickly after, and she was sure he'd wanted to keep a positive, Capitol-friendly image of her circulating. But even now, she couldn't get the District Tributes out of her mind, the bewilderment and despair on their faces as they realised that they were being sent to die, contrasted with the cheers of the audience.
She grips tightly onto the railing of the balcony to stop her hands from shaking, taking several long, deep breaths. "Get it together, Finch," she mutters. "They're not your people any more. You can't do this to yourself."
d) Closed to Beck
She shows up in the District Twelve suite without warning, and just stands and waits until Beck comes walking through, her expression stern and only a little less pained than when she'd found her in the bar the other night. She has no idea where they stand, and as much as she wishes she could postpone this indefinitely, she knows that she can't avoid Beck forever.
"It's time we finished our conversation."
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"No, at least not yet. I don't want to leave my Tributes in the lurch. But it's nice to have options. To know that I could leave, if I wanted to."
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Which begs the question: why give up one's identity to be like that man?
Leo would have given his left arm if he could be a Victor and to see it wasted, made his blood boil. The only evidence of that is the long exhale and hellfire in his eyes. Emily was trading in her life like it was a junker for a luxury vehicle, instead of fixing it.
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"Oh, I'll make sure he doesn't bother anyone too much," she promises, having an inkling of what and who he's referring to. "If he'll listen to me now that we're supposedly on more even footing. I'm not sure what he'll think of that."
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Those acrid words could melt metal at this rate. Districters were taught since they were little to be united and hold Panem strong. Emily's citizenship just felt like she didn't want to work anymore, and live like a Capitolite. At least she had more self-respect than Temple Stevens.
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"Leonidas, please..." She stops, biting her lip as she lowers her voice, not wanting any cameras to pick up the next part. "He promised-- Mr Reagan promised that I would never be bid on again, if only I accepted. It's been--" She's barely whispering now. "--You can't imagine how it's been."
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You will never be fully human in their eyes, Emily Cora reminds her because working here showed him that. You and I are just animals they get to dress up and work for them.
"If you really think that, then you're stronger than I."
Whether or not he meant that, or called her out on her own selfishness, it was up in the air.
"Must I ask permission if I want to offer you coffee?"
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Maybe he did want to hurt Emily but Leo was fed up. He knew that changing her status was just a fancy title, they weren't born in the right District. Bidding would just turn into sponsor dating, her arena played for her to mock the children that died. Working here shed a lot of the Capitol's hollow and rotten center, nothing like what Cora was spoonfed since birth.
"I don't hate you, Miss Finch," Leonidas pointed out. I just can't stand the fact that you've left your family for these people.
He turns to head back into his District Suites, but he knows that he leaves Emily broken. More so when he says, "I wonder what sort of workplace dynamics will be taking place in District 7 now."