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thecapitol2015-10-18 05:14 pm
yoknapatawpha) wrote in thecapitol2015-10-18 05:14 pm
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Spin Me 'Round Like a Child [Closed]
WHO| Bayard Sartoris and Swann Honeymead
WHAT| Two cinnamon rolls go to the circus.
WHERE| Panem Zoo & Circus
WHEN| Backdated to before the Arena.
WARNINGS| None, just a cute platonic friend date.
With Beck's help, Bayard looks smart and put-together as he takes a car to go see Swann Honeymead at her home and escort her to the circus. He politely talks to the chauffeur, explaining that he's never been to a circus before, that he only saw advertisements for traveling shows that his Granny had said were much too vulgar for a boy his age. Well, he's near a man now, and he reckons he's old enough to see a show, even if it ain't traveling, especially if he has a lovely, gentle lady going with him to explain it all. The chauffeur is disinterested, but at least very polite about it.
He's well-aware that Swann's humoring him, but she does seem to enjoy spending time with him, and he thinks she's been awful tired and stressed lately. It shows on little body like hers, as if exhaustion is all the same size and stamping it onto a tiny person covers them up more than it would a big person. Bayard's heard through the grapevine that Swann's helping District Seven out and Bayard imagines that if he were from a District he might resent that, but since he's here with no stake in who among the poor gets the extra food he sees such an act of kindness as something admirable. He'd like to tell her such himself.
When the chauffeur drops him off, Bayard finds himself in front of a building he doesn't even have the ability to conceptualize as a home. He comes up through the parking lot, gives his name to security and rings the bell.
WHAT| Two cinnamon rolls go to the circus.
WHERE| Panem Zoo & Circus
WHEN| Backdated to before the Arena.
WARNINGS| None, just a cute platonic friend date.
With Beck's help, Bayard looks smart and put-together as he takes a car to go see Swann Honeymead at her home and escort her to the circus. He politely talks to the chauffeur, explaining that he's never been to a circus before, that he only saw advertisements for traveling shows that his Granny had said were much too vulgar for a boy his age. Well, he's near a man now, and he reckons he's old enough to see a show, even if it ain't traveling, especially if he has a lovely, gentle lady going with him to explain it all. The chauffeur is disinterested, but at least very polite about it.
He's well-aware that Swann's humoring him, but she does seem to enjoy spending time with him, and he thinks she's been awful tired and stressed lately. It shows on little body like hers, as if exhaustion is all the same size and stamping it onto a tiny person covers them up more than it would a big person. Bayard's heard through the grapevine that Swann's helping District Seven out and Bayard imagines that if he were from a District he might resent that, but since he's here with no stake in who among the poor gets the extra food he sees such an act of kindness as something admirable. He'd like to tell her such himself.
When the chauffeur drops him off, Bayard finds himself in front of a building he doesn't even have the ability to conceptualize as a home. He comes up through the parking lot, gives his name to security and rings the bell.
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He sighs, chewing his bottom lip after he swallows the kernel.
"I feel like all the memorable wins are those that shock the conscience."
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She thinks for a moment, tries to remember all the biggest Victor stars from before the offworlders, and maybe that's true. But maybe....
"Maybe things that are shocking don't always have to be gruesome or cruel. Anything out of the ordinary can stand out."
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"That's why Miss Everdeen morning Miss Rue was an event, wasn't it? No one thought of alliances between Districts being truthful. I wouldn't have."
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Swann thinks about it, thinks about that day and the flowers, the unusual sorrow that had filled the city. It was so rare that Capitolites were actually sad for a Tribute's death, but Katniss had given them the context to feel the emotion. "Right. Alliances back then were broken all the time. And... I don't know. It was a complicated Arena."
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He nods. "It seems they all are these days."