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[doc_holi]

Who: Holiday and you
What: Talking to her. There's some scenarios below to pick your poison since this is a catch all sort of deal.
Where: Central Commons, Training Center, and a bar she picked at random
When: Post-Arena, by a week or two
Notes: Let me know which scenario you're going for in the comment! Also, I will try to stop being so slow. Sorry!

Scenario A:
Well, Holiday sure was dressed to the nines tonight, though the look on her face made it seem very much like she didn't want to be. She sat with a huff in the Central Commons area, looking rather angry and a bit scary. Still, she was waiting for someone. A sponsor. A night on the town. And just a night on the town. Maybe she could get a few free drinks out of the deal.

Holiday sighed and leaned back in her seat, not caring at all if she messed up her glittery hair. For some reason, she felt even more thankful now than before that no one from home was here to be with her for this.

Scenario B:
One may not realize it from the way Holiday carried herself. She tried to be as nice, caring, and patient as she could towards the other tributes and she had yet to put up a real fight in the arena, not that she really wanted to anyway. Except against Aunamee. That thing against Asha was something she knew was inevitable and Punchy still got away. It wasn't that bad.

Yet, she still felt useless.

She wore sweat pants, sneakers, a black shirt, and fingerless gloves to protect her knuckles from the pounding she was giving to the punching bag she picked out. Holiday was already sweating, there might have been blood on her knuckles, and the bag looked like it had seen better days, but she kept going. It seemed she wasn't too terrible at kickboxing after all.

Scenario C:
Holiday wasn't really the drinking type. Though, at the same time, she figured a lot of people here weren't before they arrived.

She found a bar room that didn't have too many patrons in it and took a bar stool for herself. At least she wasn't afraid to go out drinking in a city she barely knew by herself. It wasn't much that scared her lately.

"Martini," she ordered and waited with longing for the drink to arrive. She was there to get wasted.

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Scenario B

[blondevigilante]

The training center was quickly becoming Steph's go-to place when she wanted to get away from the glitz and glitter of the Capitol and her people. There was nothing confusing about training; she knew the moves and had a routine. People, on the other hand were all sorts of confusing.

It wasn't unusual to see her fellow tributes in the center either. Seeing a woman take out a bit of frustration on an innocent punching bag also wasn't such an odd site. That didn't mean Steph was going to hold back a comment.

"That bag owe you money?"

[doc_holi]

Holiday was a bit surprised when the woman spoke, but she didn't jump. Too many years of someone sneaking up on her, she supposed. Instead Holiday just took a few deep breaths before looking to Stephanie.

"I wish it did."

Wasn't her fault she wanted to beat the hell out of something.

[blondevigilante]

Steph moved closer keeping her smile friendly. "Remind me not to borrow money from you." She held out a hand. "I'm Stephanie. Stephanie Brown. District four via Gotham."

[doc_holi]

Via Gotham? "Then I suppose I'm District eight via Providence. Rebecca Holiday." She reached out to shake Stephanie's hand.

[blondevigilante]

Stephanie shook the hand. "So, have you ever thought of being a superhero? Just saying you have the name for it." There wasn't any call for a superhero in the Capitol, or rather there was plenty of call but no way of pulling it off with how closely they were watched.

"How long have you been around?"

[doc_holi]

Holiday chuckled. "No, I have some guys at home that handle that for me.

"Not that long. This was my second arena. And you? I'm not sure I've seen you around before." Which wasn't saying something. Holiday hardly left her room to socialize.

[blondevigilante]

"First timer." Being tossed in the middle of a killing field was one heck of an introduction to this world, but at least it let her know they weren't just words; the arena was serious and one wrong step meant death. "I've been taking it easy since waking up here, but I figured I should work on the whole training thing now and then if I want to last longer than a week."

[doc_holi]

Holiday shrugged. "It depends on how you want to go about this whole arena thing. If you plan on surviving and winning, then yeah. Training might help."

A

[earthborn]

Unless some stylist with a will composed of a yet-undiscovered carbon alloy put themselves in front of her for some mandatory function, Shepard wasn't much fond of skirts. Nothing good could come of them, in her opinion; indeed, there had yet to be an instance where wearing one hadn't led sequentially to pain, injury and failure.

In that, if nothing else, the capitol was proving a novel experience. There was something to be said about the proper enforcement of gun control laws, after all. All the same, she'd refused— and point blank threatened. Pants, whatever else came to pass. The result wasn't inelegant, but owed less to the notion of a dress uniform than she'd hoped; it was very feminine, no neckline needed to swoop quite that low. Except, apparently, it did.

And...then what? Wait? For what?

"Hey," To hell with it, she was going to make her own night. Look alive, doc, "You waiting for anyone specific?"

[doc_holi]

Holiday glanced over to the woman talk to her. This wasn't exactly her best of first impressions, but she huffed anyway.

"Unfortunately, yes. What about you?" Hopefully, they both weren't in the same boat tonight.

[earthborn]

"Nobody I know," which was as good as a yes, even if it didn't mean anything. Shepard wasn't above blowing off sponsors; then again, she'd never been in these Hunger Games. But regardless, it wouldn't kill her to stand around looking pretty for an hour or two, "Either way, looks like your guy is late. Sure you haven't been stood up?"

[doc_holi]

Holiday chuckled. "Well, he's paying for it so I doubt it. If he has, then I'm not complaining."

She liked conversations. She liked making friends. However, this place knew how to put a nice damper on any acquaintance one could find amongst the tributes. Yet, Holiday wasn't too concerned about it so far.

"I'm Holiday."

[earthborn]

"Shepard," She stuck out her hand companionably. Hunger Games or no, she wasn't about to overlook that they were all in the same boat insofar as the establishment went. Everything else was just business, "I'm still not completely up to speed on this sponsor business. Then again, where I'm from most corporations try to avoid association with this type of mess."

[doc_holi]

"A pleasure." Holiday firmly shook the other woman's hand with a smile.

"Same goes for my home, too. All I know is that if we have enough rich people liking us for whatever reason, then we have a much better shot at the gold." Or giving someone else the gold.

[earthborn]

"Yeah, but that's different from anywhere else...?"

And wasn't that just a pleasant little thought. Ah, Illium.

"This your first time around?"

[doc_holi]

Holiday gave a sad smile at that. How true.

"No. This past arena was my second. What about you?"

Scenario B

[antowinette]

Well, she had to check out the training center sometime. Even if she wasn't dressed properly for the occasion -- she wasn't actually planning on working out, goodness, that would just be exhausting and sweaty -- she was still interested in what was going on.

Until she met Holiday, she wasn't entirely sure if there was someone she should talk to around the place. They all seemed so...athletic. Not that this woman looked any less, but it was much easier to talk to someone who looked like they wanted to punch something (literally) than it was a neutral person who had no interest in conversation.

"You must be quite skilled, to beat up that bag like that."

[doc_holi]

Holiday paused in her pounding to breath and look over to the young woman.

"Well... the bag isn't moving or fighting back, but thank you anyway." She straightened up a bit to stretch. At this point, she was feeling a bit better at least.

[antowinette]

"You're welcome." She definitely looks out of place, like a china doll amidst the workout equipment.

"To be honest, I'm just taking a look around... all of these athletic implements worry me. I'm terribly weak."

[doc_holi]

To be honest, she had every right to be worried.

But Holiday smiled anyway. "Don't worry about that. Your mind can get you further than your strength. And sometimes your good looks can get you further than that."

Sad and disgusting, but true.

[antowinette]

"Is this place really so caught up on good looks?" She seemed surprised as she looked around.

"It seems with the training center that they'd be so preoccupied..."

[doc_holi]

"You'd be surprised. That's all most of the citizens here care about. The tributes don't seem to care as much, though. It just helps to get better sponsors is all.

"You're new here, aren't you?"

She was smiling to be polite, but this is the last place she wanted to introduce someone to.