Peeta Mellark (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
shinyisfalse) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thecapitol2013-06-14 10:34 pm
shinyisfalse) wrote in thecapitol2013-06-14 10:34 pm
Entry tags:
[OPEN] What a day, what a night.
Who| Peeta and OPEN (and two threads closed for things)
What| Group meetings for damage control, a little break, and some fun.
Where| District 12 suites, Training Center lobby, and the roof.
When| The day after the interviews aired.
Warnings/Notes| Language, some cuteness. One thread is for the District 12 mentor/escort/stylist team, one thread is for Peeta and Katniss, and the other is open for anyone!
[District 12 Team]
Oh man, the interviews last night. Everything had been clearly doctored, words taken out of context and some awful pictures thrown in to make it all look like the Tributes knew what they were talking about. But while the Capitol citizens must have had a field day with it, the District teams knew there was some damage control that needed to be done. Especially for District Twelve. There were a bunch of little supposed cannibals running around, and at least one of them was theirs. There were people shown in ways that they shouldn't be, some who might not be as bloodthirsty as they were shown, or maybe not as meek. Whatever it was, though, the team could fix it. They could do this. That's why they were all sitting around the table, after making sure the other Tributes weren't around.
"So, last night was... interesting," Peeta started them off.
[Peeta and Katniss]
Once upon a time... wasn't that how all good stories went? Well, once upon a time, these two knew the other existed, but had never talked. Then they were almost killed, but they survived. Then they had to do whatever they could to survive. It always came back to survival, didn't it? Having yourself survive, having the other survive, having your family and friends survive. They always had to look happy, deliriously happy, even, at parties and in large groups. But they were happy, in their own way. There wasn't the chill that had been there before the Victory Tour, because now they were friends. Good friends, even. Good friends who helped each other out at night, trying desperately to keep away the nightmares, and not even caring about how scandalous (and adorable) their prep teams thought about it.
But ever since his talk with R, Peeta had been thinking. What was romance? How did you do it? Did you sing to someone (Peeta couldn't sing). Did you get them flowers (Peeta thought it was weird, having to buy flowers). What did you do? He thought that being with her, sitting outside on the roof, and looking up at the night sky was... well... pretty relaxing, if not romantic.
"This is nice. We haven't gotten to sit and talk in awhile."
[Open to everyone! Roof, lobby, District 12 suites]
The light of day always brought new ideas to light. Night was scary. There were too many dreams, too many things to think about as you lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, looking at the window, or hiding your head under a pillow. The softest beds and the silkiest sheets couldn't help you fall asleep, sometimes, and with your mind running wild, who wanted to lie still? But day was nice. Even on a cloudy day, the light illuminated everything, and everyone. Sure, the Capitol citizens didn't really need any illumination, but it was better to see them then to see their faces creepily illuminated by shadows.
Peeta didn't want to think about the Capitol right now. No, he wanted to have a reasonably relaxing day. He wanted to talk to people, especially the new Tributes, if any of them were around the lobby. He wanted to sketch people; all of the people. He wanted a book filled with everyone's faces, in case some of them never came back. He wanted to talk to the people he had to mentor; he wanted to know their names, their hobbies, their ideas, their friends.
And he wanted to play catch with someone on the roof. Really, that force field and a couple of pieces of fruit was one of the more entertaining things this city had to offer.
What| Group meetings for damage control, a little break, and some fun.
Where| District 12 suites, Training Center lobby, and the roof.
When| The day after the interviews aired.
Warnings/Notes| Language, some cuteness. One thread is for the District 12 mentor/escort/stylist team, one thread is for Peeta and Katniss, and the other is open for anyone!
[District 12 Team]
Oh man, the interviews last night. Everything had been clearly doctored, words taken out of context and some awful pictures thrown in to make it all look like the Tributes knew what they were talking about. But while the Capitol citizens must have had a field day with it, the District teams knew there was some damage control that needed to be done. Especially for District Twelve. There were a bunch of little supposed cannibals running around, and at least one of them was theirs. There were people shown in ways that they shouldn't be, some who might not be as bloodthirsty as they were shown, or maybe not as meek. Whatever it was, though, the team could fix it. They could do this. That's why they were all sitting around the table, after making sure the other Tributes weren't around.
"So, last night was... interesting," Peeta started them off.
[Peeta and Katniss]
Once upon a time... wasn't that how all good stories went? Well, once upon a time, these two knew the other existed, but had never talked. Then they were almost killed, but they survived. Then they had to do whatever they could to survive. It always came back to survival, didn't it? Having yourself survive, having the other survive, having your family and friends survive. They always had to look happy, deliriously happy, even, at parties and in large groups. But they were happy, in their own way. There wasn't the chill that had been there before the Victory Tour, because now they were friends. Good friends, even. Good friends who helped each other out at night, trying desperately to keep away the nightmares, and not even caring about how scandalous (and adorable) their prep teams thought about it.
But ever since his talk with R, Peeta had been thinking. What was romance? How did you do it? Did you sing to someone (Peeta couldn't sing). Did you get them flowers (Peeta thought it was weird, having to buy flowers). What did you do? He thought that being with her, sitting outside on the roof, and looking up at the night sky was... well... pretty relaxing, if not romantic.
"This is nice. We haven't gotten to sit and talk in awhile."
[Open to everyone! Roof, lobby, District 12 suites]
The light of day always brought new ideas to light. Night was scary. There were too many dreams, too many things to think about as you lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, looking at the window, or hiding your head under a pillow. The softest beds and the silkiest sheets couldn't help you fall asleep, sometimes, and with your mind running wild, who wanted to lie still? But day was nice. Even on a cloudy day, the light illuminated everything, and everyone. Sure, the Capitol citizens didn't really need any illumination, but it was better to see them then to see their faces creepily illuminated by shadows.
Peeta didn't want to think about the Capitol right now. No, he wanted to have a reasonably relaxing day. He wanted to talk to people, especially the new Tributes, if any of them were around the lobby. He wanted to sketch people; all of the people. He wanted a book filled with everyone's faces, in case some of them never came back. He wanted to talk to the people he had to mentor; he wanted to know their names, their hobbies, their ideas, their friends.
And he wanted to play catch with someone on the roof. Really, that force field and a couple of pieces of fruit was one of the more entertaining things this city had to offer.
no subject
No. No. He had to, at some point, take her only on her word. Not see what it could be, the different meanings to what she said and did. Because there were three Katnisses, from what he'd seen. The one he knew, sitting here, right now with him. The one in front of the crowds and cameras. And the one who would do anything, especially in the arena, to survive.
Peeta sighed, giving a small nod. "Let's keep that as an option. I think that... takes more planning then we have right now." He paused, and then slid up from his spot. "I need to go check something over with Effie before she leaves, tonight. I can come back, if you want?"
He didn't need Effie for anything. He was just folding, receding in on himself. Getting away from the situation. He needed time to think about it alone.
no subject
"Nah. I think I'm going to turn in soon."
She reached out suddenly, not sure what to do, letting her hand rest on his calf as she stared up at him. Feeling she should say something, wanting to say something...and not knowing what. So instead she just squeezed it and smiled at him.
"Night."
no subject
"Good night." Peeta paused, and then leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead, before leaving.
no subject
"Night..." She echoed, before watching him go. Letting out a deep sigh, she let her head fall back against the wall.
Dammit.