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thecapitol2013-06-16 11:41 pm
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Entry tags:
- aunamee,
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- event: crowning,
- harley quinn,
- matthew "punchy" o'connor,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ asha greyjoy,
- ✘ blaine anderson,
- ✘ callista ming,
- ✘ chris redfield,
- ✘ cinna,
- ✘ daniel dreiberg,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ hsiang penny jiao,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jay,
- ✘ john watson,
- ✘ karis needleteeth,
- ✘ karkat vantas,
- ✘ kevin prentiss,
- ✘ lin mayuzumi,
- ✘ lindsey mcdonald,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ neffa a reyeth,
- ✘ parker,
- ✘ peggy carter,
- ✘ pepper potts,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (au),
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ stephanie brown,
- ✘ thane krios,
- ✘ timaeus nadir,
- ✘ topher brink
The Crowning of Albert Wesker
Who| Everyone in the Capitol.
What| The Crowning Ceremony
Where| The Victor's Complex
When| Day of the Crowning
Warnings/Notes| None yet.
The theme of the ceremony is clearly black and red. A crimson carpet stretches out across the room. The long table for feasting seems to be made of a single slab of dark obsidian, something that couldn't possibly be found in this size naturally. The chairs are wrought iron with red cushions, and embers burn under personal barbecues at each seat. Red wine, red juice, slabs of red meat to be cooked (or eaten raw) - the details are all perfected. Even some of the Avoxes have received black tattoos for the occasion, the number '11' permanently marking under their eyes like grotesque twin tears.
For a crowning, the ceremony is rather intimate. Only a handful of guests have been invited: the usual Capitol VIPs, the Mentors of each District, and a few of the stars of the last few Games. Karis Needleteeth, Aunamee, Dr. Alastor Grey, Alpha, Lindsey McDonald and Hyperion Crius each have a seat at the table. A few Peacekeepers sit off to the side, sipping wine. A few of the Mentors are conspicuously missing.
And Wesker's throne sits at the head of the table; it's made of the head of the dragon that destroyed so much of Disneyland and slaughtered so many Tributes. The head has been dried, the tongue replaced with a plush velvet seat and back the color of blood. The eyes have been replaced with glass that stares at each side of the room. The fangs, however, remain intact.
Downstairs, the rest of the Tributes and their Escorts and Stylists can partake in a more Disney-themed affair. Everything is still sleek, and tends to veer more towards Maleficent and Jafar then Cinderella and Ariel, but the punch bowl is Mickey Mouse-shaped. There's a dance floor, and a string quartet, and all sorts of lavish foods on tables with red cloth. It's a night for mingling, at least.
[OOC Note: Part one of this is going up tonight in the first two subthreads. Part two will be edited into the last two subthreads tomorrow evening; you'll see why. Go forth and mingle! Tributes from downstairs can go say hello to the Victor, although they won't get long before the Peacekeepers escort them back down.]
What| The Crowning Ceremony
Where| The Victor's Complex
When| Day of the Crowning
Warnings/Notes| None yet.
The theme of the ceremony is clearly black and red. A crimson carpet stretches out across the room. The long table for feasting seems to be made of a single slab of dark obsidian, something that couldn't possibly be found in this size naturally. The chairs are wrought iron with red cushions, and embers burn under personal barbecues at each seat. Red wine, red juice, slabs of red meat to be cooked (or eaten raw) - the details are all perfected. Even some of the Avoxes have received black tattoos for the occasion, the number '11' permanently marking under their eyes like grotesque twin tears.
For a crowning, the ceremony is rather intimate. Only a handful of guests have been invited: the usual Capitol VIPs, the Mentors of each District, and a few of the stars of the last few Games. Karis Needleteeth, Aunamee, Dr. Alastor Grey, Alpha, Lindsey McDonald and Hyperion Crius each have a seat at the table. A few Peacekeepers sit off to the side, sipping wine. A few of the Mentors are conspicuously missing.
And Wesker's throne sits at the head of the table; it's made of the head of the dragon that destroyed so much of Disneyland and slaughtered so many Tributes. The head has been dried, the tongue replaced with a plush velvet seat and back the color of blood. The eyes have been replaced with glass that stares at each side of the room. The fangs, however, remain intact.
Downstairs, the rest of the Tributes and their Escorts and Stylists can partake in a more Disney-themed affair. Everything is still sleek, and tends to veer more towards Maleficent and Jafar then Cinderella and Ariel, but the punch bowl is Mickey Mouse-shaped. There's a dance floor, and a string quartet, and all sorts of lavish foods on tables with red cloth. It's a night for mingling, at least.
[OOC Note: Part one of this is going up tonight in the first two subthreads. Part two will be edited into the last two subthreads tomorrow evening; you'll see why. Go forth and mingle! Tributes from downstairs can go say hello to the Victor, although they won't get long before the Peacekeepers escort them back down.]
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"You're not allowed up there," the Peacekeepers say.
"Just five minutes," he says, then, gesturing to his bloody face, "shawty's a doc, fo' sheezy, need her to wrap up this road pizza."
Maybe it's an act of mercy that they let him visit, especially after he acted up. Maybe they just want to get him out of their hair. But he does end up standing in front of her door in District 8. He knocks.
His eye is already swelling shut; his lip is split. A patch of his hair was ripped off, and he has bruises the size of oranges forming under his clothes. He made the mistake of trying to use the chaos as a way to get a jump on the Peacekeepers, and he's learning that was a dire mistake indeed.
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"What happened?" Behind her is the chaos of her room in full glory, but she allows it to remain as it is while she worries away about this kid. Without realizing it, a part of her pulls back to what she's supposed to be. Someone who loves and worries for others despite logic's sake.
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He holds a hand out, as if to take hers. "You all breezy up here? You look like shit's been bouncing."
Well, Holiday looks fine. The suite less so.
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Right. She looked back at her room quickly before glancing back to him. "Don't worry about it. Come in, I have a first aid kit in here. Just watch the glass."
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Punchy shrugs, then saunters in and sits on her bed without asking.
"You, uh." He purses his lips, thinking for a moment. "You redecorating?"
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Holiday glanced to her room before taking the same First Aid kit she allowed Chris to use for patching up her hand. "A little."
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He reaches out to hold her hand - not in a romantic way, but to try and support her. He's not all that good at this comforting thing, but he can tell she's taking it harder than he is.
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Holiday stops when he grabs her hand and takes a moment to settle herself. Her whole body shivered for a second before she took in and let out a deep breath. Then she started to work on him again a bit slower than before. "Just... please be more careful."
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"A'ight, if you make me pinkie it." He smiles, not the same shit-eating grin he usually wears, but a genuinely warm expression. He holds his pinkie out.
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"All right," she tells him quietly and wraps her pinkie in his, just like what she and Beverly used to do. "That's a promise, so don't forget it."
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He jangles the cuff around his wrist.
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