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thecapitol2015-11-22 07:44 pm
pimpcanes) wrote in thecapitol2015-11-22 07:44 pm
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Now I Got These Alligators On My Feet [OPEN]
WHO| Black Tom and open!
WHAT| Black Tom is obnoxious as all hell as he prepares for nuptials.
WHEN| A little after the Crowning.
WHERE| Everywhere around the Capitol, the D10 Suite, your doorway.
WARNINGS| Abuse of police authority?
To say Tom's being obnoxious about his upcoming wedding would be a wild understatement. That would be like calling the ocean 'a little damp' or Caesar Flickerman 'a little showy'. Tom's spent the last week being completely insufferable, making a show of having his belongings moved out so he can go live in the castle he received for his Crowning ("it's my third castle, really," he tells anyone who'll listen) and flipping through men's fashion magazines less out of curiosity than because he enjoys ripping pages out, balling them up, and tossing them aside as "complete garbage" for an audience.
Though the denizens of District Ten are taking the brunt of Tom's behaviors, but he takes his egomania out for the odd walk, too. People minding their own business are shanghaied into giving him advice about what the most fashionable styles for facial hair are, and if he should dye his greys out or keep them to look distinguished; other Tributes get asked to model in different tuxedos to see how they look without Tom having to change out of whatever he's in; other Mentors get quizzed on the symbolism of various flowers.
Some of the unlucky souls who haven't answered his and Molotov's RSVPs will find his rapping on their door, then brandishing handcuffs if they're fool enough to open up. "I hate to tell you this, but it turns out you're under arrest, boyo," he says (regardless of the gender of his target).
WHAT| Black Tom is obnoxious as all hell as he prepares for nuptials.
WHEN| A little after the Crowning.
WHERE| Everywhere around the Capitol, the D10 Suite, your doorway.
WARNINGS| Abuse of police authority?
To say Tom's being obnoxious about his upcoming wedding would be a wild understatement. That would be like calling the ocean 'a little damp' or Caesar Flickerman 'a little showy'. Tom's spent the last week being completely insufferable, making a show of having his belongings moved out so he can go live in the castle he received for his Crowning ("it's my third castle, really," he tells anyone who'll listen) and flipping through men's fashion magazines less out of curiosity than because he enjoys ripping pages out, balling them up, and tossing them aside as "complete garbage" for an audience.
Though the denizens of District Ten are taking the brunt of Tom's behaviors, but he takes his egomania out for the odd walk, too. People minding their own business are shanghaied into giving him advice about what the most fashionable styles for facial hair are, and if he should dye his greys out or keep them to look distinguished; other Tributes get asked to model in different tuxedos to see how they look without Tom having to change out of whatever he's in; other Mentors get quizzed on the symbolism of various flowers.
Some of the unlucky souls who haven't answered his and Molotov's RSVPs will find his rapping on their door, then brandishing handcuffs if they're fool enough to open up. "I hate to tell you this, but it turns out you're under arrest, boyo," he says (regardless of the gender of his target).
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"Well, it was worth a shot," he shrugged, not really letting the mocking laughter bother him as much as it should have. Mary would have been somewhat proud...had Sunderland not done what he did. "Take me away, it's not like I'll be missing anything important."
Apathy was always the best policy.
I lost this notif, I'm so sorry!
He swings the cuffs one last time, then tucks them back to his belt and leads James towards the vehicle Tom's allowed to use from the Headquarters station. It's by far the plainest of the automobiles on the street now, which generally tend towards flashy racecars.
"I'm afraid we haven't gotten a chance to know each other, Mr. Sunderland. Tell me everything I won't learn when you're booked."
Don't worry! <3
And that's just the public image, because Sunderland is a certified bag of crazy with issues. Though he sort of expected...
"Aren't you like the head of the Peacekeepers or something?" That could explain the power abuse and not think this man is a regular officer by title only. God knows this man had the ego to match the rank.
"I've been reaped from my watery grave to serve Panem for District 3. I've died by glittery monster and torn apart. Not to mention what happened in Silent Hill, which involves one of my travelling companions getting impaled by a thrusting blade."
He could be a little less deadpan about it.
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"I'm the Officer of Tribute Supervision and Control. I have a sash." Which he occasionally wears around District Ten just to be an ass. The passive-aggressive feuding in that suite has reached truly embarrassing levels.
Tom claps his hand and opens the door to the back for James. "Silent Hill? That sounds exciting. Tell me about that, will you?"
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Also he's sort-of dating Clara, he knows of the passive-aggressive tension in the environment.
"Well, it's a tourist spot in Maine, it had a steamboat sink and-" where a cult runs a drug ring, little psychic girls are crispy-fried, bathrooms are disgusting, and and desires get twisted into psychological torment but the clerk holds out on that rant, "I used to take my wife there. It was our favorite place, before the impaling of course. Seems like a fog's set in there."