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thecapitol2015-12-14 05:21 pm
conifer) wrote in thecapitol2015-12-14 05:21 pm
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Who| Emily and Open!
What| Emily watches herself on TV, and realises the threat imminent to her District
Where| Around the Capitol
When| Just after the most recent propos
Warnings/Notes| None inherent
a) A busy square in the Capitol
Even after spending so many years in the spotlight, there was something a little surreal about seeing herself on TV. The idea of becoming this sort of symbol for the Capitol still leaves a bad taste in her mouth, but this was the price she'd had to pay for her citizenship and her freedom from the Games - not that the latter was an issue any more anyway now the war that had been brewing for the last 75 years had finally boiled over - and she was determined to give it her all.
She'd been tipped off by the production team as to when her propo was going to be broadcast, and she'd picked out a square in one of the Capitol's busiest shopping districts, with one of the very trees she refers to in the broadcast straight from Seven bedecked with lights placed in the centre. She cranes her neck up to the giant screens where her own face stares back down at her, pretty impressed at how well she's coming across. She's not ready, however, for the arms that are thrown around her as her speech ends, the Capitolites gathering around in their furs and heels and odd hair colours to kiss her on both cheeks and tell her what a darling she is and how she's inspired all of them.
She smiles sweetly, feeling a little lost, and knowing that she's preaching to the crowd here anyway.
b) Emily's Apartment
The District Thirteen broadcast was the worst possible thing for Emily to see. She'd been angry enough that footage of her Games was being used by the rebels, undermining everything she'd been trying to argue, but worse than that was seeing Thirteen's soldiers on the ground in Seven. She wants to not care, to revel in her own safety here in the Capitol, but her biggest weakness has always been caring too much, and she feels the vulnerable District girl all over again, knowing the utter brutality that would come from the Peacekeepers if the citizens of Seven were inspired to join the uprising. It didn't matter if they remembered how unbearable things became after the riots before, they were desperate and had nothing to lose.
When she hears the knock on the door she tries to calm herself from the panic she's broken into, but she still looks a mess when she answers the door, peering around nervously.
"Now's not a good time."
c) Wildcard
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What| Emily watches herself on TV, and realises the threat imminent to her District
Where| Around the Capitol
When| Just after the most recent propos
Warnings/Notes| None inherent
a) A busy square in the Capitol
Even after spending so many years in the spotlight, there was something a little surreal about seeing herself on TV. The idea of becoming this sort of symbol for the Capitol still leaves a bad taste in her mouth, but this was the price she'd had to pay for her citizenship and her freedom from the Games - not that the latter was an issue any more anyway now the war that had been brewing for the last 75 years had finally boiled over - and she was determined to give it her all.
She'd been tipped off by the production team as to when her propo was going to be broadcast, and she'd picked out a square in one of the Capitol's busiest shopping districts, with one of the very trees she refers to in the broadcast straight from Seven bedecked with lights placed in the centre. She cranes her neck up to the giant screens where her own face stares back down at her, pretty impressed at how well she's coming across. She's not ready, however, for the arms that are thrown around her as her speech ends, the Capitolites gathering around in their furs and heels and odd hair colours to kiss her on both cheeks and tell her what a darling she is and how she's inspired all of them.
She smiles sweetly, feeling a little lost, and knowing that she's preaching to the crowd here anyway.
b) Emily's Apartment
The District Thirteen broadcast was the worst possible thing for Emily to see. She'd been angry enough that footage of her Games was being used by the rebels, undermining everything she'd been trying to argue, but worse than that was seeing Thirteen's soldiers on the ground in Seven. She wants to not care, to revel in her own safety here in the Capitol, but her biggest weakness has always been caring too much, and she feels the vulnerable District girl all over again, knowing the utter brutality that would come from the Peacekeepers if the citizens of Seven were inspired to join the uprising. It didn't matter if they remembered how unbearable things became after the riots before, they were desperate and had nothing to lose.
When she hears the knock on the door she tries to calm herself from the panic she's broken into, but she still looks a mess when she answers the door, peering around nervously.
"Now's not a good time."
c) Wildcard
I'm happy to set up something else for your character, poke me at
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Like Lurio had, he can't help but think--he'd craved that abstract glory, that popular desire. He could have indeed made a name for himself among his fellows, but it wouldn't have been the same as the way he'd captivated a nation in those final rounds, the eyes of all classes of society riveted on him. The whole thing had been too much too fast, like a firework burning itself out, and in a way it had left Quintus altogether wary of notoriety.
In his own mind, in spite of his title, he was still just a soldier, a piece of a larger machine. He couldn't risk being anything else.
"I wanted to do more for everybody. However much I could."
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