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thecapitol2013-05-16 02:00 am
undercoverprincess) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-16 02:00 am
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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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"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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She grabbed a flower, some kind of multiple petal thing, a daisy, something that had petals. "Okay, back home, kids... well, girls would do this thing. You start with one petal, plucking it, and you say 'He loves me'. Then you pluck the next petal--" And here she plucks it. "And you say 'He loves me not'. Then you keep doing that with the whole flower, until you get to the last petal."
Cindy held the flower out. "If you say 'He loves me' on the last petal, then that means he loves you. But if not, that means he doesn't."
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"I guess so."
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"Look, if you pick up a rose or something, you don't know how many petals are on it, right? So it's just... seeing what you get. You don't analyze it or anything, you just do it."
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"Really, you're not so old that you need to ponder the mysteries of the world."
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"Maybe when you figure some things out, you could share them with me."
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"I'm sixteen and as I say I wouldn't have chosen to do so, but Elyurias gave the job to me..." He paled slightly, "I hope she realises I never meant to leave."
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