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[OPEN] What you see isn't always what you'll get
Who| Cinderella and OPEN
What| Getting to know her fellow tributes.
Where| In the District 11 Suites and The Training Room
When| After her network post.
Warnings/Notes| There are two parts to this log, so you can reply to whatever floats your boat! Warnings about possible arena talk, should be it.
So she'd woken up on a cot, stripped of her possessions that seemed even the least bit dangerous, and now she was... here. Cindy couldn't even care about them taking her things. C'est la vie for the gun and the knife, but that was standard spy protocol. You relieved anything of value from your enemy when you had the chance, and you checked and double-checked about the state of any weapons, and then you figured you had the upper hand.
In this case, they did have the upper hand. Cindy had never heard of the Capitol before, but this place was...pretty crazy, but in an almost pleasing way to her. Lavish parties, having everything you wear and look like picked out by a stylist, who's only job it is is to make you look your best? If she stayed here, she'd never have to go out and get her nails done again.
Anyone in the District 11 suites could see her wandering around with a slightly dazed expression. She needed to figure out what was needed here. Did they want ditzy blonde? Did they want pretty princess? Did they want snarky bitch? She'll have to figure it out soon, though.
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God, if she had any training rooms that looked like this, Cindy would have become the best spy in half the time it took her. While that was still hundreds of years on any mundy, Cindy still would have killed to get to this pile of weapons and other training supplies. Ah, but killing. That's what they were supposed to do in a little bit, wasn't it? They were supposed to start killing each other. And Cindy had seen a lot of kids running around, along with a lot of killers and other such... people. She might be one of the best assassin's in the business, but she didn't do it for money. She did it for Fabletown. So what was she going to do it for, if they weren't here?
But first to start out. All of her real training, she decided, would take place when no one else was around; before most people had woken up, in fact, maybe around six am or so. She could sleep in all she wanted after, because when she came back down for some training, maybe a little after noon, she got to put on her act.
She'd go around and as people questions, she'd flirt a little (and a lot), and she'd try to learn something she didn't actually know. Like knot tying. She could do with learning how to tie some better knots. Maybe throwing a trident or two. But that was what she did when she was in the training room: mornings were spent doing what she needed to do, and afternoons were spent checking out the people she went to for help.
What| Getting to know her fellow tributes.
Where| In the District 11 Suites and The Training Room
When| After her network post.
Warnings/Notes| There are two parts to this log, so you can reply to whatever floats your boat! Warnings about possible arena talk, should be it.
So she'd woken up on a cot, stripped of her possessions that seemed even the least bit dangerous, and now she was... here. Cindy couldn't even care about them taking her things. C'est la vie for the gun and the knife, but that was standard spy protocol. You relieved anything of value from your enemy when you had the chance, and you checked and double-checked about the state of any weapons, and then you figured you had the upper hand.
In this case, they did have the upper hand. Cindy had never heard of the Capitol before, but this place was...pretty crazy, but in an almost pleasing way to her. Lavish parties, having everything you wear and look like picked out by a stylist, who's only job it is is to make you look your best? If she stayed here, she'd never have to go out and get her nails done again.
Anyone in the District 11 suites could see her wandering around with a slightly dazed expression. She needed to figure out what was needed here. Did they want ditzy blonde? Did they want pretty princess? Did they want snarky bitch? She'll have to figure it out soon, though.
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God, if she had any training rooms that looked like this, Cindy would have become the best spy in half the time it took her. While that was still hundreds of years on any mundy, Cindy still would have killed to get to this pile of weapons and other training supplies. Ah, but killing. That's what they were supposed to do in a little bit, wasn't it? They were supposed to start killing each other. And Cindy had seen a lot of kids running around, along with a lot of killers and other such... people. She might be one of the best assassin's in the business, but she didn't do it for money. She did it for Fabletown. So what was she going to do it for, if they weren't here?
But first to start out. All of her real training, she decided, would take place when no one else was around; before most people had woken up, in fact, maybe around six am or so. She could sleep in all she wanted after, because when she came back down for some training, maybe a little after noon, she got to put on her act.
She'd go around and as people questions, she'd flirt a little (and a lot), and she'd try to learn something she didn't actually know. Like knot tying. She could do with learning how to tie some better knots. Maybe throwing a trident or two. But that was what she did when she was in the training room: mornings were spent doing what she needed to do, and afternoons were spent checking out the people she went to for help.
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"But all we can do is try."
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It had to be obvious, right? The people here, as much as they loved crazy, they liked realism. They liked knowing who the people were. From what Cindy saw, being real was what people wanted.
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"Thank you."
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"If you want to. I don't want to take you away from anything else."
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"You taught me about daggers, I should teach what I know."
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"How old are you now?"
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"Right. Huh. Okay."
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He sat down with a smile and looked at the notes and pictures. "Well I guess the important things are learning which plants are safe to eat and which are poison. I figure if you learn a few that are edible and learn the dangerous plants that look similar, then that will be a good start. The best rule is just not to eat anything that you are not sure is safe. It's better to go hungry then die of poison."
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Well, shit. "Which one is the best to learn first?"
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He began going through some pictures, explaining the differing berries though he had no idea what they would come across in the arena.
"As you can see some of the berries themselves look very similar, so it is important to study the leaves as well."
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"Okay... so if I find something that looks like a raspberry, but the leaves are different then raspberry leaves... then that's no good? Or maybe it's good? What if you can't find any leaves?"
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"Okay. So just the flower, not the stem. Are most flowers like that? At least I know when to pick them so they taste better... not that I know how the usually taste, so."
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