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[gamemakers]

Who| Everyone
What| The Capitols oh so exclusive interviews~!
Where| Primarily the common areas, but the interviews would be on every TV everywhere.
When| This evening, at 6 pm sharp
Notes| Use this post to ICly react to the interviews (if you don't make plans of your own!)

The advertisements hit hard today. Tune in at 6 o'clock, you won't want to miss this special! Everywhere a person could look, it was there, and the city was clearly excited for whatever this mystery event was.

As if that wasn't enough, escorts were encouraging Tributes to be in the commons, and a small feast of finger foods was laid out along one wall, extra avoxes available for drinks.

And, as promised, at 6 pm sharp, all the TVs flickered to the ever flashy Caesar, on an equally flashy tabloid-tastick reality style "interview" of the tributes. All the TVs in the common area light up with it, as well as the Districts suites, even if the TV had been off before.

Hope you all enjoy your dose of fame!

Comments

[likewhatilike]

Mickey thinks the whole thing is kind of funny, he even lets out a bitter sort of laugh.

"This is like some fucked up propaganda shit."

[doesnotsew]

"Was it? I thought it was accurate."

Asha still hasn't figured out this technology thing-- she knows that people can watch her, and apparently it can be saved, as she remembers the room from the interview, but it was... assembled creatively, apparently. Hers was presented entirely in context, so while she's sure some of the others were presented differently...

[likewhatilike]

"I mean I guess so," he shrugs, "everyone is gonna get all fucking pissy about it anyway."

He knows that people are going to take it the wrong way, he can see well enough that things were twisted, but he doesn't give a fuck.

"Oh I didn't mean to imply that I would kill my friends if I needed to," he says in a mocking tone before changing back to his regular voice, "grow the fuck up, it's kill or be killed no matter where you are."

[doesnotsew]

She snorts, glancing over to the rest of the room. "I'd say that." She's curious, vaguely, to hear what the rest of them had truly said-- hers was represented fine.

"At least someone understands it," she muttered over the rim of her glass. "Though winning will still leave you stuck here, so maybe it doesn't matter either way."

[likewhatilike]

"Braggin rights work just fine for me, I don't need anyone to fucking like me. If I'm here to fight then I'll fight," he looks around the room as well, mentally tallying how many people he could take out before his body gave out or they knocked him over the head with something, "'s'all I'm good for anyway."

He was fucked for like, he always said that and always believed that. The only difference now is that he's not in Chicago, the two people who give a fuck about him probably don't even notice he's gone, and if they do they probably think he skipped town or something.

It was easier not to think about them though, instead he traced over the "F" tattooed on his knuckle. The full thing read "FUCK U-UP" and perhaps that's all you really need to know about Mickey.

"You give a shit about what they said?"

[doesnotsew]

She recognizes the look from her men, taking stock of the battle in front of them. She hadn't seen this one in the sky in the arena, or in the video they had just seen-- though there were too many to be sure, of course-- perhaps he had recently arrived?

"Easy there, no sense in smashing someone's head in when no one's watching," she says, corner of her mouth turning up in a smile. Though, from what she's heard so far, they might be listening anyway-- not she knows how it works, anyway.

"About who? I'll admit I've my eye on the little monsters who eat flesh, but..."

[likewhatilike]

He glances at her again, he didn't mean to get caught casing the room or its inhabitants. Getting caught meant someone could tell what you were planning, but instead of worrying about it he shrugs it off. If anything she seems like she's join him in a brawl, he likes that in a person.

"Course there is, it's fun," he smirks at her. Mickey lives for the adrenaline of a good fight.

"Flesh eating monsters," he rolls his eyes, "yeah fucking right. Tension is definitely higher now, should make for a better fight."

[doesnotsew]

The only reason she has to care if he starts a fight is that she'd want one with her weapons; the arena had been lacking, and she wants to show them what she can really do. Either way, it's going out with a fight-- at least this would be my own entertainment instead of someone else's.

"Who knows what they're capable of?" she drawls lazily, not sure if it's true and not caring enough to find out. "We could all be in danger, if they didn't look like to be knocked over with a leaf."

But she's itching for a fight, too-- at least the fights made sense, unlike this world.

[likewhatilike]

The arena wouldn't be the best place to show off his skills either, he hears that guns are pretty hard to come by. One guy even talked to him about muskets. Who the fuck used muskets anymore? Mickey isn't sentimental but he sure does miss the weight of his 22 right now.

"Eh, I could take 'em"

Asha is definitely his type of person, nothing makes more sense than a good old fashioned fight.

[savedbyasong]

A white haired, kid with dark purple eyes was sat near looking like he wanted the world to swallow him up. His eyes flickered over when Micky spoke. "Propaganda?"

[likewhatilike]

Mickey doesn't spare the kid a glance, "did I stutter?" he snaps at him. It doesn't occur to him that he doesn't know what it means, he just doesn't like being questioned. He said propaganda so he fucking means propaganda.

[savedbyasong]

Oh. Shion pressed himself further into the sofa and spends a few moments remembering how to breathe and counting upwards in square numbers until he could actually speak again. "I don't know what that means."

[likewhatilike]

"Seriously?"

Dude, Mickey barely goes to school and he knows what that means. Hell, he should have graduated high school by now but he's failed every class since he's entered and he knows what that means.

Not that he really knows how to explain it.

"It's when people twist your words for their own reasons or some shit."

[savedbyasong]

"So when they lie?" Shion nodded, wondering why he didn't know the word, he didn't often have problems with words but perhaps it was one specific to this other boy's world.

[likewhatilike]

"It's to make people think different shit than they did before. Makes you not trust people."

Why is he even explaining this? Who gives a fuck, he certainly doesn't.

"Done asking stupid questions?"

[savedbyasong]

"Yes." He replied honestly. He sat back. Then blinked at him, "Are you new?"

[likewhatilike]

Mickey drags his hands down his face, "what did I just say about stupid fucking questions?" he all but barks at Shion.

"Jesus You ever see me here before? And don't be giving me shit about how there are a lot of people here. Don't."

[undercoverprincess]

Cindy thought it was pretty funny, too. Hilarious, even, and while she could be sarcastic, she wasn't feeling it right now. This was, frankly, ridiculous. Horrible for a few people, but for the rest of them?

"No way, propaganda stuff is never this funny," She grinned, taking a sip from her champagne glass. At least they never ran out of the good stuff.

[likewhatilike]

He smirks at her, hello Cindy.

"You kiddin? It's always funny. People freak the fuck out."

[undercoverprincess]

"No way, they're always so stiff and formal," She waved a hand around. "This just makes almost everyone look bad and freak them the fuck out."

Cindy smirked. "They do have sedatives in this place, right? Should probably be hauling people out by men in white coats."

[likewhatilike]

"They need to chill the fuck out. So someone made them look bad, tough shit, that's life. Don't complain just fucking do something about it."

Everyone here seems so mild and god is it getting boring.

[undercoverprincess]

Cindy smirked. "So what are you going to do about it?" Because if he was talking big, then he should be giving big, right? And maybe she'd love to help with that.

[likewhatilike]

"Fuck if I care, they can make me look as bad as they want. I ain't here to place nice or make friends, they wanna make me kill a buncha people, fuckin fine. It's like bein home still."

[undercoverprincess]

"Well aren't you just a big ball of sunshine?" Cindy laughed. "All you do is kill people back home? All day, every day? No offense, but it sounds like it'd be boring after awhile."

[likewhatilike]

"Fuck you, I never said that's all I do," he fishes a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it without bothering to ask if she minds- he doesn't care either way, "why do you care what I do anyway?"

Really, no one is supposed to give a fuck about him.