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thecapitol2015-10-09 08:06 pm
furgood) wrote in thecapitol2015-10-09 08:06 pm
The only thing that's certain | Closed/Open
Who| Meulin & you!
What| Settling into the house and then heading out on the town
Where| D4 House; Speakeasy
When| Second week of the Arena
Warnings/Notes| Talk of arena deaths possibly
A. Closed to D4 House; Meulin's Room
Her room has been quietly set up to her satisfaction with her own two hands. There's a brand new corkboard hanging over the desk courtesy of Taria. It's hand painted like the ocean, but from underneath, with fish swimming along and the dappled rings of sunlight playing over the water above. Half of it is obscured in pictures of them together. Taria had insisted she take that scrap of paper from Celebrus that had her name and picture on it and that, too, is pinned up in the corner. The room shone with light, the shimmering white walls reflecting what comes from the windows that take up half the room. It's bright, just like she likes it.
The door to her room is open but on it hangs a whiteboard for messages to her with her name written prettily at the top. If they catch her inside, she's probably balanced on her desk chair or bed or some unreliable surface to hang a string of shells from some fixture or a picture on the wall. Sometimes, she even climbs her bookshelf to place something on top. Being short leads to innovation and possible injury.
"Aha!" She notices them almost right away and waves them in, "A little help?"
B. Closed to D4 House; Living Room
But later, they'd find her on the couch in front of the television she's not watching with a book in hand. Her attention is utterly captivated, so much so that she wouldn't notice the television channels changing or a person nearby unless they dropped down on the couch beside her. When she's suddenly aware of someone nearby, the book snaps shut and her eyes flick upwards.
"Oh--hi!"
OPEN; Speakeasy
This isn't really a working evening. She's here to watch, drink a little, and try to catch up on the gossip. If things come to her, she won't ignore them, but it's nice to just relax a little. It's even harder to keep up appearances at the new house, surrounded by people engrossed in the games and distancing themselves from the rebellion. She settles in at the bar and beams at the bartender. She's a regular who tips well, of course she's welcome. She greets anyone nearby with a smile and a soft hello.
Later, she steps out into the night, pleasantly buzzed, and pulls a blunt from her purse. Her friends are really awful influences. There's a moment of fumbling for her lighter and a noise of dismay. Her gaze darts around until it rests on the nearest figure.
"Excuse me, do you have a light?"
What| Settling into the house and then heading out on the town
Where| D4 House; Speakeasy
When| Second week of the Arena
Warnings/Notes| Talk of arena deaths possibly
A. Closed to D4 House; Meulin's Room
Her room has been quietly set up to her satisfaction with her own two hands. There's a brand new corkboard hanging over the desk courtesy of Taria. It's hand painted like the ocean, but from underneath, with fish swimming along and the dappled rings of sunlight playing over the water above. Half of it is obscured in pictures of them together. Taria had insisted she take that scrap of paper from Celebrus that had her name and picture on it and that, too, is pinned up in the corner. The room shone with light, the shimmering white walls reflecting what comes from the windows that take up half the room. It's bright, just like she likes it.
The door to her room is open but on it hangs a whiteboard for messages to her with her name written prettily at the top. If they catch her inside, she's probably balanced on her desk chair or bed or some unreliable surface to hang a string of shells from some fixture or a picture on the wall. Sometimes, she even climbs her bookshelf to place something on top. Being short leads to innovation and possible injury.
"Aha!" She notices them almost right away and waves them in, "A little help?"
B. Closed to D4 House; Living Room
But later, they'd find her on the couch in front of the television she's not watching with a book in hand. Her attention is utterly captivated, so much so that she wouldn't notice the television channels changing or a person nearby unless they dropped down on the couch beside her. When she's suddenly aware of someone nearby, the book snaps shut and her eyes flick upwards.
"Oh--hi!"
OPEN; Speakeasy
This isn't really a working evening. She's here to watch, drink a little, and try to catch up on the gossip. If things come to her, she won't ignore them, but it's nice to just relax a little. It's even harder to keep up appearances at the new house, surrounded by people engrossed in the games and distancing themselves from the rebellion. She settles in at the bar and beams at the bartender. She's a regular who tips well, of course she's welcome. She greets anyone nearby with a smile and a soft hello.
Later, she steps out into the night, pleasantly buzzed, and pulls a blunt from her purse. Her friends are really awful influences. There's a moment of fumbling for her lighter and a noise of dismay. Her gaze darts around until it rests on the nearest figure.
"Excuse me, do you have a light?"
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But sometimes Chuck forgets, especially when the other person is utterly absorbed in their work.
So he flops onto the couch, sprawling out easily, long legs nudging up against Meulin in a faint greeting. The TV gets a spared glance, they're between Arena shots, another commercial for something or another that he could not care less about splashed across the screen. But Meulin jolting like that, startled like a cat with it's tail stepped on, makes him snort with laughter.
"Hey," he replies, easy humor glittering in his green eyes, mouth curved, the tumble of the sea in his voice. "You workin'?"
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"I was reading." She waves the book around, which from the embracing couple on the front cover, is clearly a romance novel. No one said the Capitol was subtle.
"And what are you doing, hmmn? Besides trying to give me a heart attack."
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The book gets an amused huff, mouth curved with grin. "What, there not enough romance for you already?"
A tease, but an easygoing one. He's mostly forgiven her for the fiasco in Celebrus -- she was hardly the worst of it all. And he has Derek now, so, it all worked out. Still, he looks mock thoughtful, tapping his mouth with forefinger.
"Nothing else, really."
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"There's nefur enough romance. I thought we knew that about me. That and my affinity for cats, my two main points." She wiggles two fingers and then pops him gently on the arm. She'd aim for forehead but that would mean abandoning her oh so comfortable position.
"You could read my book. It's full of longing looks and sighs and all that cheesy lovely romance stuff."
She is grinning with anticipation of his no.