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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

[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.

[doesnotsew]

"A mighty and brave leaf," she grants graciously after a snort, taking a drink from her wineglass- not her drink of choice, but at least the wine was good. "Should I find myself in need of a beardless boy to protect me, I'll be looking for you."

It's not said particularly meaner than anything else, the same sarcastic prodding she uses on everyone. Though there are fewer here with beards at all, that's odd enough.

[likewhatilike]

Wine wasn't his drink of choice either but, hey, alcohol is alcohol. He snorts, "beards have nothing to do with ability," besides he had a beard once and it didn't effect his talents at all.

Although now he has a different type of beard which is effecting another of his talents/hobbies, but we don't talk about that.

[doesnotsew]

"Perhaps where you're from." Though she was quickly getting the sense that hers was the unusual one; there were plenty of men here who were beardless, or, even more ridiculously, sporting hair that looked to take careful maintenance each day.

[likewhatilike]

Oh you don't have to worry about maintenance with Mickey, he couldn't care less about his personal appearance. Usually he's like ridiculously dirty and you'd have a hard time telling what color his clothes were originally.

"Why?" he makes a disgusted face, "They'd just get in the way if they're too long."

Seriously, why give someone something extra to hold on to?

[doesnotsew]

"Because," she says, as if explaining something to a small child-- not without a good hint of humor, of course-- "a boy who can't even grow a beard yet will be mowed down in battle without a thought."

Then, of course, there was her uncle and his beard, for which 'getting in the way' was an understatement, which makes her snort. "Why do you think mine's so short?" she asks.

[likewhatilike]

"Maybe some dudes just don't like having hair on their fucking face, alright?" he says defensively, "don't mean they can't hold their own."

"And you don't have a beard because you're a fucking girl."

Duh.

[doesnotsew]

She laughs, because finally here was the reaction she was expecting from the start.

"Aye, some girls prefer pink cheeks when fucking," she says with a gleam in her eye, even though she's one of them, "but we've other hair too."

And she tugs a strand of her own hair out to illustrate-- which is hard enough, considering how short it is. No sense letting anyone grab a hold of her there.

[likewhatilike]

No comment, he doesn't really care what girls like when fucking, he doesn't fuck them because he likes it so why should he care what they like.

He is a fan of short hair though, not too long to get in the way during the fight but not too short so he doesn't have something to hold on to when getting blown. He has important priorities.

"Congratu-fucking-lations, your hair won't kill you."

[doesnotsew]

"It's the one tugging the hair that does the killing," she says easily, then grins and adds on a "You see, once you step onto a battlefield, there's other men trying to kill you. You'll understand once you're older."

[likewhatilike]

"Yeah? And how many battlefields have you seen? How many people are after your life?" Huh, how many? Because his whole life has been a battle and someone always wants him dead and some are stupid enough to try. But he's still here and still fighting.

He'll go down fighting. The thing is, no one will care.

[doesnotsew]

Her eyes slide over to look at him more seriously this time. There's more there than just a taunt, that's for sure. Maybe she'll have to consider whether or not certain worlds were more like hers than she thought.

"I've never made a point of counting battlefields--" because why should she? There'd be too many, unless it was limited to proper acts of war instead of the harrying they're known for. "But as for those after my life? Putting aside the ones in battles," because that was a given, that everyone would want to kill the people against them, just her personally, "my own people, given who's leading them; the people of the North, given my brother; and a couple from the bloody red army, given my cunt."

[likewhatilike]

Not entire worlds, no, just certain cities. And not even entire cities, if you traveled like thirty minutes north from where he's from you'd be in a completely different place with different people and different rules. So what if it's deemed nicer, he hates it there.

"Well you're not the only person with a list of people after 'em, alright?" he mumbles, trying not to show any emotions.

[doesnotsew]

She studies him for a moment longer, before deciding not to press it; better to stick with generalizations.

"Among these?" And she looks away to the rest of the room. "I wouldn't be surprised. They've managed their share of fighters, and the ones who aren't have been here long enough to have their own rivalries."

[likewhatilike]

"Good," he replies, "they can kill each other over them and forget about me."

His fingers are twitching again though, he really needs a cigarette. Thinking about spending the entire time in the arena without a smoke or a drink or a gun makes him a bit uncomfortable even if he can handle himself without them.

"And you? You got your own rivalries?"

[doesnotsew]

"And I thought you were itching for a fight?" she asks with a raise of her eyebrows, but doesn't push it as far as she normally would. Not now, anyway, not when she still isn't sure of all the details.

"Here? Not at all." There weren't any people she remembered enough to be set against, not after meeting the axman. "Though they might see it differently."

[likewhatilike]

"If they want to kill themselves, let them. I'll still get my fight," he cracks his knuckles, "I don't got a death wish." Although it usually seems like he does.

He smirks at her, "and ain't that the way to do it."

[doesnotsew]

She smiles at that, and is about to say something about it-- but she found out the hard way that they'd come back anyway if they died here. It's only fair that others do the same.

Instead, she says, as if it's what she was going to say all along, "You'll get your chance soon enough. Then maybe you'll get your interview up there, and you can talk about how much you love everyone here."