Valeria Rushlit (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
electriccandlelight) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thecapitol2012-06-23 03:31 pm
electriccandlelight) wrote in thecapitol2012-06-23 03:31 pm
Party Time! (Oblivious Valeria is Oblivious): Open
WHO| Open to anyone who can find the place
WHAT| Val is rejoining society
WHEN| Sometime in the fourth week of the Games (a bit before the acid rain begins)
WHERE| The roof of the building where her workshop is located, in the Stylist part of town?
WARNING/NOTES| Party post, tag as you like!
[The video turns on, showing an old-fashioned vanity and a thick curtain with electrical lights flashing in a fetching pattern wired through as a backdrop. Valeria is sitting at the vanity, artfully posed. She smiles at the camera and waves when she realizes it’s on.]
Hello, my darlings!
[She blows a kiss]
As I’m sure you’ve realized, this is Valeria Rushlit, Stylist for District 3 and absolutely smashing party host. Which is the reason that I’m making this post!
I have been absolutely swamped working on, oh, this and that, and I just know you have all missed my sparkling presence. This must be rectified!
I could, of course, simply drop in on one of the many wonderful get-togethers popping up to share in the fun of the Games. But why should you do all the work? It’s only fair that if I’ve been depriving you of my lovely self I should be the one to fix it! And fix I shall, my darling dears.
Tonight if you show up on the rooftop of the building where I keep my workshop—[She leans in, winking at the camera and speaking in a loud whisper.] and if you’re a friend or a fan you’ll know exactly where that is, and who else would I want at my party?—you’ll find yourself at the party to be at this evening. The party that’s all. About. Me!
[She throws her hands in glee, smiling wide, and the camera switches off in response to a preprogrammed cue.]
Valeria looked over the room with a satisfied smile. She'd definitely been working too hard, been too focused on showing up Cinna and the rest of the Stylists when these Games ended. She'd been so cooped up in her workshop she'd failed to keep up with even the barest minimum of Games activity, though since she would have been alerted had any of her own Tributes been kicked out of the Arena she didn't berate herself too much for this.
No, what was far more important was how much she had missed in the Capitol. For the Citizens she was used to this was a downright subdued crowd, though this might be less due to some event Valeria had missed and more because the Games had become stagnant of late, she judged, glancing at one of the many screens posted around the rooftop.
This was a genuine Rushlit bash, as anyone could guess from her favorite decoration, a fountain that shot off miniature fireworks at random intervals. Everything else had more of an electrical theme, in deference to her position and ongoing Games, which was also the reason she'd included the screens. Subdued was never a word to be applied to a Rushlit party. Valeria straightened her pink and white party dress, adjusted her hair, teased into a tower over a foot tall, and prepared to mingle her ass off. Truly there was no person better suited to spreading joy than Valeria Rushlit.
WHAT| Val is rejoining society
WHEN| Sometime in the fourth week of the Games (a bit before the acid rain begins)
WHERE| The roof of the building where her workshop is located, in the Stylist part of town?
WARNING/NOTES| Party post, tag as you like!
[The video turns on, showing an old-fashioned vanity and a thick curtain with electrical lights flashing in a fetching pattern wired through as a backdrop. Valeria is sitting at the vanity, artfully posed. She smiles at the camera and waves when she realizes it’s on.]
Hello, my darlings!
[She blows a kiss]
As I’m sure you’ve realized, this is Valeria Rushlit, Stylist for District 3 and absolutely smashing party host. Which is the reason that I’m making this post!
I have been absolutely swamped working on, oh, this and that, and I just know you have all missed my sparkling presence. This must be rectified!
I could, of course, simply drop in on one of the many wonderful get-togethers popping up to share in the fun of the Games. But why should you do all the work? It’s only fair that if I’ve been depriving you of my lovely self I should be the one to fix it! And fix I shall, my darling dears.
Tonight if you show up on the rooftop of the building where I keep my workshop—[She leans in, winking at the camera and speaking in a loud whisper.] and if you’re a friend or a fan you’ll know exactly where that is, and who else would I want at my party?—you’ll find yourself at the party to be at this evening. The party that’s all. About. Me!
[She throws her hands in glee, smiling wide, and the camera switches off in response to a preprogrammed cue.]
Valeria looked over the room with a satisfied smile. She'd definitely been working too hard, been too focused on showing up Cinna and the rest of the Stylists when these Games ended. She'd been so cooped up in her workshop she'd failed to keep up with even the barest minimum of Games activity, though since she would have been alerted had any of her own Tributes been kicked out of the Arena she didn't berate herself too much for this.
No, what was far more important was how much she had missed in the Capitol. For the Citizens she was used to this was a downright subdued crowd, though this might be less due to some event Valeria had missed and more because the Games had become stagnant of late, she judged, glancing at one of the many screens posted around the rooftop.
This was a genuine Rushlit bash, as anyone could guess from her favorite decoration, a fountain that shot off miniature fireworks at random intervals. Everything else had more of an electrical theme, in deference to her position and ongoing Games, which was also the reason she'd included the screens. Subdued was never a word to be applied to a Rushlit party. Valeria straightened her pink and white party dress, adjusted her hair, teased into a tower over a foot tall, and prepared to mingle her ass off. Truly there was no person better suited to spreading joy than Valeria Rushlit.
no subject
Regardless, when she spotted him by, of course, the drinks, she couldn't resist going over, grabbing a glass of her own and shoving it in his face. "A little dash of flavor for your charming host?" she asked cheekily, shaking the glass a little. Even if she hadn't seen him add to his own she would have simply assumed he was packing.
no subject
Well maybe a little.
So when Valeria came up, his thoughts immediately went to 'I need more alcohol for this'. However, when the extravagant women asked for something a little..extra, an eyebrow quirked up. Unexpected. Many in Capitol knew he had his own special additive to their drinks, but none had ever asked him.
He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out the flask, still unsure about the woman. But now, he had the slightest ounces of respect for her, "You sure?"
no subject
no subject
He pulled the flask from his jacket and unscrewed the lid. And when he poured the alcohol in her drink he was rather generous. Probably more generous than he should have been.
"Good?"
no subject
"You just go straight to the point of things, don't you," she said, examining her glass with interest. Her previous comment aside, 'flavor' didn't seem to be a key aspect of Haymitch's flask.
no subject
No taste was never the point. The point was drowning what had happened to him, to his family. To drown out the nightmares and the vision of Maysilee lying dead in his arms and all of the kids from the district that had entered the areana and never come out.
"You did better than most that have tried it," he complimented, "Most barely choke it down."
no subject
no subject
"I doubt anyone could be at my level," he grinned a bit, "Haven't met a soul yet who was."
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
It's not like that wasn't what he'd been spending his winnings on twenty-five years anyway.