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thecapitol2013-05-29 06:15 am
orestes) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-29 06:15 am
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oh c'mon, oh c'mon what's a boy to do?
Who| Enjolras and Valeria
What| Enjolras wants to know about Panem's history and government from a native. Valeria just wants a night out with a cute boy. It's totally not a date and there's no way this could possibly go wrong or lead to epic miscommunications.
Where| In front of the Training Center, and then some eatery in the Capitol.
When| The day after this thread. So, backdated a bit, I guess.
Warnings/Notes| Enjolras and politics should be its own warning, but nothing too extreme, I don't think. As always, I'll update accordingly if anything comes up.
By the time Enjolras carries himself from the District 5 suites down and over to the front of the training center, he's had appropriate time to ponder --not fret or stew, or brood, thank you-- over his previous attempts at entertaining women, however (blessedly) rare they may have been. In all but one case (and the woman in that particular instance was a second-cousin on a family picnic, which he was sure didn't actually count), his involvement had been the devious orchestrations of one of his friends, usually Courfeyrac, sometimes Prouvaire, and every single instance had ended terribly. Usually by his own fault. (Always by his own fault.)
He wasn't unaware of his charm, or good looks. As a point of fact, they were things he was aware of, grateful for, and cultivated as needed to further his goals. A leader so great as to inspire and stoke the flames revolution needed to be memorable and charismatic and if being attractive helped him in that regard, so be it. It's just that there was a delicate distinction between charisma, charm, and social grace which usually daunted him out of soliciting such company. That, in addition to his general discomfort at actually needing something from this woman was enough to put him in a mood.
Seven o'clock found him pacing --shoulders slightly hunched forward, and brow furrowed-- in front of the Training Center, his mind already burning with questions for her and half-conceived but above all polite seguays to get the conversation back on track when it inevitably deviated. He could look at this as a game, a challenge from which he could glean invaluable information about this culture. In that sense it wasn't anywhere near as frivolous as his mind told him.
What| Enjolras wants to know about Panem's history and government from a native. Valeria just wants a night out with a cute boy. It's totally not a date and there's no way this could possibly go wrong or lead to epic miscommunications.
Where| In front of the Training Center, and then some eatery in the Capitol.
When| The day after this thread. So, backdated a bit, I guess.
Warnings/Notes| Enjolras and politics should be its own warning, but nothing too extreme, I don't think. As always, I'll update accordingly if anything comes up.
By the time Enjolras carries himself from the District 5 suites down and over to the front of the training center, he's had appropriate time to ponder --not fret or stew, or brood, thank you-- over his previous attempts at entertaining women, however (blessedly) rare they may have been. In all but one case (and the woman in that particular instance was a second-cousin on a family picnic, which he was sure didn't actually count), his involvement had been the devious orchestrations of one of his friends, usually Courfeyrac, sometimes Prouvaire, and every single instance had ended terribly. Usually by his own fault. (Always by his own fault.)
He wasn't unaware of his charm, or good looks. As a point of fact, they were things he was aware of, grateful for, and cultivated as needed to further his goals. A leader so great as to inspire and stoke the flames revolution needed to be memorable and charismatic and if being attractive helped him in that regard, so be it. It's just that there was a delicate distinction between charisma, charm, and social grace which usually daunted him out of soliciting such company. That, in addition to his general discomfort at actually needing something from this woman was enough to put him in a mood.
Seven o'clock found him pacing --shoulders slightly hunched forward, and brow furrowed-- in front of the Training Center, his mind already burning with questions for her and half-conceived but above all polite seguays to get the conversation back on track when it inevitably deviated. He could look at this as a game, a challenge from which he could glean invaluable information about this culture. In that sense it wasn't anywhere near as frivolous as his mind told him.
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"I did not. Please excuse me, I thought--" Enjolras trialed off, embarrassment again coloring his usual eloquence. "I should apologize."
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"I suppose that is somewhat counter to the culture of his place."