Guess who's back!

[mannersmatter]

Who| De and/or Effie and/or Lottie and/or Katniss and/or other NPCS AND YOU.
What| Them around the city, doing things, meeting people.
Where| Mainly the Training Center, but any setting is good!
When| Around this week.
Warnings/Notes|

I made a thread with a tag for each character, so just tag in there! if you'd like any of my other NPCs besides Katniss, just PM or private plurk me so we can hash it out real quick.

Let me know if I can add anything, and I am down for minor assumptions/handwaving some things!

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Lottie!

[needsaprince]

She was just tired.

Of, sure, she could put on a happy face when she was forced out. But she didn't want to go out. She didn't want to party. She just wanted to curl up and sleep all day. And she had no idea why.

Even here, going out to the balls and parties had been at least one bright point. But instead the normally bright and bubbly girl found herself...deflated.

The last arena...she couldn't place it, but something about it had made her feel so awful. Dirty and unclean. The dresses, the castle...a fairytale. What she'd always wanted.

And they'd ruined it all so horridly.

So the little blond had sulked around, and avoided everyone and done her best to do the one things she'd never done before.

Be alone.

Re: Lottie!

[amourtician]

Jay spotted Lottie in the training area, while he was watching everyone, trying to figure out where to begin training and whether it'd do any good at all.

She didn't seem to be busy and she didn't look threatening and he hadn't spoken to anyone since that morning, having not found the Initiate like he had meant to.

Plastering on a smile that he didn't quite feel (the dread of the upcoming Arena was starting to really catch up to him), Jay approached Lottie.

"Morning, darling! Can't decide where to start?"

[needsaprince]

She flashed a quick, broad smile back at him. A completely fake one, but it would work for now.

"I've never been too great at this whole training thing."

Which wasn't entirely true. She could now tie knots, start fires, and generally avoid poison things. She just never seemed to get any stronger.

[amourtician]

Jay smiles again. This time, it's more genuinely and even slightly sympathetic. He's very relieved to see someone who's not atrociously hypercompetent and willing to admit it.

"Ah, well. Neither have I, dearest. Really, I don't know why they pulled me into this whole deathmatch business at all," he smiles again and winks "I mean, do I look like a latter-day gladiator?"

[polyturtle]

It had been awhile since Don had seen Lottie. At first, he'd been worried that she'd died, as in she'd died died. But then he'd heard she just...wasn't coming out of her room.

That worried him. It worried him greatly. Of all the people to be destroyed by this place, Lottie was someone Don didn't want to experience that. And so he went to the District 8 floor, ignoring the confused stares he might have gotten from the Tributes there.

He knocked on the door, speaking quietly as he did so.

"Lottie?"

[needsaprince]

Normally a visit with a friend would make her perk right up. But instead hearing her dear friends voice brought a knot of dread to her stomach.

"Yes doll? I'm a bit...indisposed at the moment."

Good, vague excuse.

[polyturtle]

Oh. Well, shell. He must have caught her getting dressed or something.

"Oh, uh...sorry about that." His voice is incredibly apologetic. "I'll come back in a little while, if you're ok with that?"

This will end well

[akingalways]

All right. He'd had it. No more of the sulking and avoiding. Jack knew that there was a Tribute in that room. A female Tribute who needed all of the help she could get to toughen up. Sharon, right? Shirley? Chanson...?

Whatever. She was blonde. And she wasn't coming out of her room.

That was going to change.

"GOOD MORNING!"

It was the crack of dawn when, all of a sudden, this giant ray of sunshine burst into Charlotte's room, with a mighty fling of the door and throwing open of the curtains. Behind him were two Avoxes, one with a training suit and the other with a glass of orange juice and a bowl of cereal.

"Jack Atlas has decided it is time for you to begin your training anew!" The King of Victors crossed his arms as he hovered over Lottie's bed. "So now, you need to get up and have breakfast so you'll be nourished for your session!"

[needsaprince]

Lottie just pulled her blanket up higher.

"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well. I'll train later." She mumbled, before adding, her voice a little more piqued. "You also shouldn't let yourself into a ladies boudoir without knocking, you know."

It was just rude.

[akingalways]

Well. That was just unacceptable to Jack.

"You have five minutes to get up."

And that was that. He slams the door, leaving the two Avoxes...standing there staring at Lottie, their hands full.

[gruesome]

The party last night had been the last straw. It had been bright and full of women in dresses like the ones she favored, everyone in little tiaras. He had sought her there, and she hadn't been.

So Some would come to Lottie.

[needsaprince]

Lottie turned as Some entered, and even with her current bought of malaise, he brought a smile to her face.

"Evening, darling."

[gruesome]

"I haven't seen you about. Can I bring you company?"

Some random hall? Put them where you like otherwise.

[the_hit_list]

The problem with skulking around is that, in a confined space, there were only so many likely places to be. Throw in almost a hundred unwilling tributes, and things can get rather crowded. Tim wasn't trying to avoid anyone specific, but he was wandering the training center fairly late at night. That was odd enough, as far as natives were concerned. They did love their schedules. But he could blame it on insomnia or a stomach ache if they asked why he was pacing all over alone.

It was harder to hide that you were discreetly gauging camera angles when you were having a conversation that you weren't paying attention to.

He was getting nowhere, anyway. Tim hadn't expected to find blind spots, but expectations and hope weren't the same thing. He was about to call it for the night when he heard heavy footsteps. Options streamed through his head, some more alarming than others. Tribute, sponsor, stylist, prep squad, reporter, Peacekeeper. He couldn't rule out any of them, but that last one was most likely. It could be random, but he picked up his pace down an unfamiliar hall and took a sharp turn -

And almost ran over a blonde. She looked vaguely familiar. A Tribute, he thought.

"Woah, sorry. I didn't see you -" Tim thought he heard the other person still coming. Time to be somewhere else, but if it was someone coming to see what the tributes were up to, he couldn't leave her there. "Hi, I'm Tim. Let's go this way."

[needsaprince]

Well this was new.

Lottie had been looking for a quite corner to possibly have some tea in. She found her hours getting weirder and weirder, what with sleeping all day. And now she was wide awake even though it was very late.

So when the young man grabbed her, she was more than alert to follow him. And although once upon a time she might have fussed more, she'd been here long enough to now.

"Hello Tim, I'm Lottie, lets."

She hooked her arm in his, letting him lead her away.

Re: Lottie!

[big_badass_hero]

Chris had noticed the bubbly Southern Belle had been missing lately and knocked lightly on her door. "Lottie? Ya doin' okay? Hey, she was one of his district mates, and well, okay he was protective over her, not like he would be some others, but he still felt he should keep an eye on her.

"I'm here if you need a shoulder."

[needsaprince]

Cracking the door open, she gave him a weak, but manageable smile.

"Thank you for checking on me Chris..."

She was touched by the concern, but for once wasn't sure entirely what to do with the attention. Feeling awkward was entirely new territory for Lottie.

Re: Lottie!

[revvinguptheharley]

Still it was so hard to be alone in a place like this wasn't it?

And more difficult when she walked out of her room into the suite area to find none other then Harley Quinn apparently in the middle of making a sculpture out of various desserts. There was a horrible mess around the kitchenette but the subject of her work seemed to be a talk, broad shouldered pale man with green hair.

For being made out if food, it was impressive.

[needsaprince]

Lottie has seen weirder thing. Here and at home.

But still, when she walked out, it was a bit of a surprise for the blond, and she stood there for a moment, just taking in Harley's work.

"Well, aren't you already for a Mardi Gras ball?"

[mediumdrip]

"Lottie?" Blaine asked when he saw her blonde hair in the distance. He had been so worried about her since he hadn't seen her much in the Arena. They hadn't talked about anything that had happened there. He thought he might give her the chance to yell at him about how things had played out for him, considering almost everyone else had expressed at least some disappointment.

Seeing her however made most of his guilt disappear. He was more focused on her and what she needed. "How have you been?"

[needsaprince]

Lottie turned at the familiar voice, and despite herself, Blaine's face brought a smile to her face. He was about the closest to Prince Charming around these parts.

"Hello doll." She said, lifting a hand in greeting and trying to look a little more sparkly then she had felt recently.

Re: Lottie!

[carnagecarnival]

The Initiate Alternates time in the Training Center between cull practice and making use of the paints there, depending on which ever kind of mood he's in that day. They wash his paintings off every time, but it's not as if it's his proper medium anyway. He finishes up today's piece and rises, his large, clawed hands all kinds of death and cull-colored in the eyes of a troll, and a pleasant rainbow mess in the eyes of perhaps everyone else.

He's just leaving the Center when he spots her. He looms over, looking almost curious, paint still dripping from his fingers.

"A SISTER looks lost," he says.

[needsaprince]

Although the man looming over her might be intimidating to some, it was nothing Lottie hadn't seen at Mardi Gras celebrations since she was knee high to a grasshopper.

"Just in life, but aren't we all?"

She was feeling better since reconnecting with some of her friends, but she didn't think most would object to a little malaise around these parts.

Sometime after she's feeling a little better

[tis_allgood]

Bert has been wandering the city as much as he can recently, there was just too much to see. But today he saw something unique, a woman who looked to be another tribute being cornered by a few very excited citizens of the capitol. Clearly he cannot stand to see a lovely young woman upset like that.

"Oh goodness! It's Katniss and Peeta, out together in public and talking to anyone who comes by!" He called out loudly from behind a tree, hoping to distract them long enough for his fellow tribute to escape.

[needsaprince]

Lottie's normal tactics had all failed her. She had been polite and aloof, and then firm, and possibly less polite (but just possibly), however by the time Bert found her, she was clearly overwhelmed. And a little worried, to be entirely honest.

Luckily for her Capitol people were a fickle lot, and someone had the know how to use that. Quick as a whip, she was suddenly deserted by her unwanted entourage.

Soothing her ruffled feathers, she looked around for her rescuer. "Why thank you, kind stranger!"