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thecapitol2012-07-27 01:26 am
gamemakers) wrote in thecapitol2012-07-27 01:26 am
Entry tags:
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ alastor grey,
- ✘ ariadne,
- ✘ charlotte "lottie" la bouff,
- ✘ derek morgan,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ dr. grey,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ emily prentiss,
- ✘ garrus vakarian,
- ✘ illyria,
- ✘ kaidan alenko,
- ✘ king kazma,
- ✘ loki laufeyson,
- ✘ max guevara,
- ✘ momoko ryugasaki,
- ✘ neeshka,
- ✘ tali'zora vas normandy,
- ✘ tate langdon,
- ✘ tony stark
The Interviews.
WHO| ALL TRIBUTES
WHAT| Tribute Interviews With Caesar Flickerman!
WHEN| The break between the closing of Arena 02 and the opening of Arena 03
WHERE| A stage set up in the South Wing of the Training Center
NOTES| Interviews are done by district, in descending order (12-1; saving Max for the finale.) Just look for the thread that has been specifically made for you, and show the nation of Panem what a star you are! This is the companion post to last week's backstage post, which should be considered to be taking place at the same time, in-game. There is also an Intermission thread in the middle of all the individual threads, for everyone to tag around in; watch and react and have fun.
MORE NOTES| New tributes (if we get any) will be added as they are accepted.
This is it. Your time to shine.
The red curtain rises and the lights shine bright; warm on your face and halfway blinding. The music plays, blaring in your ears, mingling with the roar of the candy coloured crowd just beyond the stage. You can see your face projected on what seems to be a dozen screens as tall as houses and there's even a small undercurrent in the noise that sounds suspiciously like half a thousand strangers screaming your name.
The stage is simple. Glossy black, reflecting the stage lights and the shine of your shoes. At the center you find two plush red chairs, tall-backed and velvet, but one of them is empty. Waiting for you. In the other sits a man in a midnight blue suit and a straight white grin. His hair is a vivid aquamarine with eyebrows to match, and he stands just as someone backstage queues you to take your step out into the spotlight.
WHAT| Tribute Interviews With Caesar Flickerman!
WHEN| The break between the closing of Arena 02 and the opening of Arena 03
WHERE| A stage set up in the South Wing of the Training Center
NOTES| Interviews are done by district, in descending order (12-1; saving Max for the finale.) Just look for the thread that has been specifically made for you, and show the nation of Panem what a star you are! This is the companion post to last week's backstage post, which should be considered to be taking place at the same time, in-game. There is also an Intermission thread in the middle of all the individual threads, for everyone to tag around in; watch and react and have fun.
MORE NOTES| New tributes (if we get any) will be added as they are accepted.
This is it. Your time to shine.
The red curtain rises and the lights shine bright; warm on your face and halfway blinding. The music plays, blaring in your ears, mingling with the roar of the candy coloured crowd just beyond the stage. You can see your face projected on what seems to be a dozen screens as tall as houses and there's even a small undercurrent in the noise that sounds suspiciously like half a thousand strangers screaming your name.
The stage is simple. Glossy black, reflecting the stage lights and the shine of your shoes. At the center you find two plush red chairs, tall-backed and velvet, but one of them is empty. Waiting for you. In the other sits a man in a midnight blue suit and a straight white grin. His hair is a vivid aquamarine with eyebrows to match, and he stands just as someone backstage queues you to take your step out into the spotlight.
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Any who knew him-- fortunately none here-- would know the appearance he makes is entirely incongruent with his person. Stripped of his warriors garb He has a black suit on and a forest green dress shirt below it. He misses already the high mandarin collar of his uniform in contrast to the gold trimmed fabric he wore now. It was like prowling around in his night clothes.
Still he holds his head high when he approaches, even flashes a smile because it's easy to imitate his idiot of a brother well enough, and most seemed to be irritatingly fond of him. Still, after a small briefing on Midgardian gestures he offers a shake, "Hail fellow, well met." He steps to the side to sit, gaze turning to assess the crowd slowly. An interesting lot of creatures, nothing like the Midgardians he had seen. Colorful, at least.
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