thecapitol | (no subject)

Who| Pepper Potts, anyone
What| Training, and around town
Where| everywhere
When| Pre arena
Warnings/Notes| Teen Pepper need I say more?

1)
Pepper's at least trying to get the hang of things, though really in training when it comes to hand to hand combat... She's ending up on the ground more often than the trainer.

At least she's not giving up that's a good sign right? Pointers may be needed.

2)
Despite getting her rear handed to her... Pepper's slipped out of the training center to clear her head for a little bit. She's determined to find a place that makes something that could pass as a Coney dog in the Capitol. So far... well okay they at least have sausage, and on rolls, it's not perfect but it works. Though she's not sure she can eat the rainbow colored fries in front of her. That's just.... Unnatural!

Care to interrupt her lunch?

3)
Evening and Pepper's up on the roof looking out over the city. The tall skyscrapers remind her a little of home, even though they're so alien. She sits on a bench, twisting the band on her wrist a little. She's debating watching the network for a bit, but the silence around her's not that bad.

Feel free to strike up a conversation.

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"My father's a billionaire. It would be hard not to be noticed," he responded nonchalantly. It was almost a little weird to have to explain it, since back home, most people would recognize him, if not by face, then at least by name. "But I'd prefer to stay out of the spotlight."

...that part wasn't entirely true.

"Like Tony then. I swear if Rhodey and I didn't drag him out he would stay in isolation." She chewed her lip a little, Wasn't fully Tony's fault, after all his dad did disappear and he survived a plane crash, so of course paparazzi followed him faster than they would other New York rich kids. "It's not that hard to blend in if you want to... though here, I swear they watch all of us." She nodded her head to where some people were crowded.

He looked over when she nodded, and made a face.

"We're like celebrities," he said, though he didn't sound too thrilled about it. "Except it's kind of hard to blend in when we're the stars of the show."

If he knew anything about pop culture, he'd even go on to point out that they're like some twisted reality TV stars, because really, that's what all this was, wasn't it?

"Part of me likes that, I mean really... But the rest... Yeah, I think I know what Tony feels like when we drag him out. Total deer in headlights."

She took a sip of her drink. "I'll be more concerned when they start getting creepy. If I get fan mail asking for pictures, I won't step outside the tower again."

"Are you sure they're not asking because they don't already have them?"

It wasn't a particularly playful tone that he took on, so the fact that he was sort of joking likely wasn't too obvious. Still, though. He wouldn't be surprised if it actually was true.

She gave him a look. "That so isn't helping with the situation." Great now she's going to be creeped out about cameras in the shower. Though she had thought of it too.

"You should consider all the possibilities. Haven't your police friends told you that?" His words were smug, though to be fair, well... they usually were. With that, though, he stood up. "I should probably get going."

This would normally be the part where someone says, "It was nice talking to you." or "It was nice meeting you." but that was kind of a thing Damian wasn't that great at. Manners are still hard, okay.

She huffed a little though he was right.

"Yes it was. I'll see you around okay?"

"You, too."

He waved a hand and turned to walk away. Unfortunately, that was as polite as he could get, but compared to some of the other Tributes he'd met? Damian didn't mind this one too much at all.