thecapitol | Guess who's back!

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Guess who's back!

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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Well, having anyone that excited about Mardi Gras certainly got Lottie feeling a little bit more perky.

"I think we're a touch late this year, but it would be nice wouldn't it." She gave the other a big grin. "Who's Mister J?"

Harley fluttered her eyelashes and clasped her hands over her heart swooning, "He's only the most wonderful, hilarious, brutal and brilliant guy a gal could ever hope for. Those sharp features, that pasty complexion, and that laugh that sends chills up your spine!" She sighed and flopped onto a stool with a rotating top so she spun slowly bent over backwards so her body was shaped like an upside down u.

"He ain't here now, but he'd love this place."

"Pasty complexion?"

Well, she supposed, everyone couldn't be perfect.

Then the last part caught up with her.

"Honey, what kinda man would love a place like this?"

Harley blinked as if waking from a trance and turned on her stool to face Lottie with an upside down grin.

"Oh, he's a homicidal maniac. Totally nuts in all the best worst ways. He'd have such a gas around here." There was another mournful sigh as she turned back around to face the statue without turning herself rightside up.

"It's true what they say about the badboys you know...I'm not sure who they are but most the stuff they say is usually right."

"Oh honey, those guys never end up being good news."

She had seen her friends get mixed up with their share of 'bad boys' and those sorta romances...well, they never ended well.

Least not when the boys were truly bad.

She sat up again and stretched.

"Tell me about it. But what can I do? I see him and my heart skips a beat. My funny bone tingles. The only thing that ever kept me away was my gal pals back home..." She paused and added "Well, and being here of course."

Looking longingly to her sculpture which was starting to drip and droop she sighed again.

"Even knowing how bad he is for me I'd give almost anything to have him here."

Lottie sat across from her, now seeing not a stranger but a potential friend in need.

Because this guy sounded like bad news.

"But is he good for you?"

"Oh heck no." Harley grinned sheepishly, "He gets me in all sorts of trouble." But even as she said that she sounded wistfully longing. "And he's never exactly been the most loving tender of fellas..."

She chuckled and leaned into the table hands to her cheeks. "But you just haven't lived till you've been thrown across a room and pinned to the floor by a man with madness in his eyes. No filters, just pure unbridled passion!" She giggled and slumped to the table.

"Then everything gets hazy because of the lack of oxygen."

"Oh honey."

The lack of filter between her brain and her mouth caused a look of surprise to cross Lottie's face. But she really didn't know how else to respond.

"Oh honey. You can do so much better."

Harley shrugged her shoulders, "I've heard that before too. He's just so...chaotic. And funny! You know alot of pretty girls like you forget how important it is to have someone who makes you laugh. Keeps ya young you know?" She explained poorly pointing a spoon at her District mate before taking a scoop of...what looked to be custard out of her statues knee and licking it out of the spoon childishly.

"Not if you don't live to old age." Lottie pointed out dryly.

She hadn't even meet this guy, and she was thoroughly against him.

"Old age is over rated." Harley laughed munching away casually at her creation. "And I dunno about where you come from...I mean I can guess because sexy sassy accent, but where I come from and where we are here? What are the odds of any of us living to see old age?"

"Well, we certainly aren't meeting out end, despite all odds."

She huffed a little. It was a strange frustration, the lack of ability to die.

Sexy, hmm? She blushed a touch at that. "It still doesn't seem worth it to help it along."

Harley smiled and leaned forward to clasp the blond girls hands in her own

"Most of the best people in my life have tried to help me see that. And it still hasn't helped. But for trying anyway? You can be my new friend." She declared as if it was done great honor.

"Just never lose that accent." She added purring, "The only vaguely southern accent we get up in my neck of the woods is a mutant gator man. But you make it much more alluring. I bet the boys just wanna take a knee around you."

"Well, I would hope I would be more appealing then a gator man!"

Lottie laughed, not sure how she felt about this new friend. But...a friend was a friend. And maybe she could convince her about this nasty body business later.

"I wish they would! I still haven't found one prince here!"

"Whaaaaaat!?" Harley clapped her hands to her face looking shocked. "Not a one? But we've got so many princesses! Why just the other day I met Cinderella and found out Snow white is here!" She flailed a little and then paused "Do ya think it's because there's only one prince charming and he's been sleeping around on all the princesses?"

"Cinderella? Snow White?!"

Lottie immediately went starry eyed.

Real, live princesses?

Maybe starry eyed and a liiiiiittle bit jealouse. Maybe.

"No real prince would do that kinda shameful thing."

Harley's grin was playfully wicked.

"Yeah! Cindy, Snow and even Red Riding Hood, though she isn't a Princess. I've met Red and Cindy but not Snow. She sure looks pretty though." Harley snagged the remote from a nearby counter and began flipping channels till she settled on a channel dedicated to gambling on the tributes. Complete with odds of survival.

As it scrolled through pictures and numbers Harley pouted, "Hey! I'm WAY more capable then that!"

"I'll have to see what I can do to meet them."

She hadn't been paying enough attention lately, and decided to make an effort to review the newer Tributes.

"It's not so bad if they under estimate you...in the end it doesn't matter too much anyway."

"Sure it does!" Harley protested with a sparkle in her eye. "Don't you want them to like you? I mean there are some really great people out there who look up to us." She explained excitedly. "This one lady? She told me hearing me talk about my relationship with Mistah J gave her the courage she needed to tell her boyfriend what she REALLY wanted during alone time! Now she's pregnant!" She threw her hands in the air with a cheer apparently proud of herself for whatever small part she played.

It took Lottie a moment to process that.

And when she did, her mouth dropped open before she could catch it.

"Oh. Well. I guess that is making a difference."

Harley giggled gleefully at the expression "Oh I WISH I coulda gotten a picture of that. Come on blondie what century are you from? Don't they have trash TV and the internet there?" she skipped over to the kitchenette to fill up a glass with something blue and fizzy to drink it.

"Neither. And I don't know, from the sounds of it, that's were missing anything."

She scowled, watching Harley move around the suite.

"We keep our tasteless habits much better hidden."

Harley paused at the scowl and looked puzzled bringing her hands up to gesture, "What? Where's the fun in that? More importantly who are you to decide what's tasteful? It's not like everyone agrees on the taste of food or art after all."

"So you call it trash TV and then defend it's tastefulness?" Lottie asked, voice in a draw as she watched the blond bouncing around.

Lottie knew she had fabulous taste.

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