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Who: Azula and Open to All
What: People watching and making herself available.
Where: The Training Center Bar
When: Anytime, pick.
warnings: Nothing yet but give it time.

Before the arena, Azula had never drank. Not seriously really.

Sure the occasional glass of bubbly or wine at one of her fathers business parties, but she had always been so focused on her goals of physical and mental perfection that she had dismissed the opportunity to drink enough to be buzzed or tipsy.

Now of course as the little bottle of Morphling in her pocket reminded her, her mind would never be perfect, so what could some alcohol hurt?

Still she was technically working so every drink she purchased she nursed her drink slowly and lingered over every drop. It would not due to have the newly returned mentor getting drunk in public. But staking out a corner booth in the bar where she could watch everyone and keep an eye out for Sponsors, tributes and other mentors was perfectly reasonable. It was for this reason she chose a booth facing the door where she would be very visible.

She really shouldn't be drinking in the first place given her medication needs. But this was one of the few areas where Azula scoffed at the law and did something she knew was bad for her simply for the case of "Because I want to shut up."

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"They'd like to think that, yeah..." She pulls her head back up and shrugs. "But don't worry about it. That person's old news. And you're all new~"

She chuckled politely.

"As if I would be concerned about it. I am not only new but I assure you, better. And right now I'm your best hope for surviving the Arena and never having to go back."

That sly smirk is back on her lips. "I'll be sure to stick very, very close then."

"Smart girl." She purred and took another sip of her drink.

" Tell me more about yourself. I want to know everything." She insisted in a no nonsense sort of way. She would do this with all her tributes sooner or later but Diana was here now.

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"Everything about me?" Diana let out a very pretty laugh that highlighted the features of her face in a very attractive way.

Azula had to admire whatever skill it was that allowed her to look so perfect while performing what was supposed to be an impulsive action.

"Of course. I'm supposed to help you win. The best way for me to do that is to know everything about you so we can decide best what to work on."

"Ooo, like an assessment?" Diana lifts her leg to cross it over her other one, pressing a fingertip to a full bottom lip in thought.

"Well, I'm not too great at fighting I'm afraid."

Azula bit back a remark about that much being obvious. She had seen the last arena's tapes after all but instead she simply nodded gently keeping her expression relaxed.

"We can fix that. Keep going, what are you good at?"

Diana lets out a dramatic, false sigh and pulls a look of sadness. "Nothing really. I'm so very useless."

Azula rolled her eyes but smirked. "My dear, no one is entirely useless. I assure you. I will find a use for you one way or another."

Waving to the servant Azula signaled them and they brought some snacks for the girls, crunchy salty things and cheesy crispy things as well as a few different dipping plates of various levels of spice.

Dipping a cheesy crispy into a spicy sauce she gestured for Diana to help herself.

"Let's start with your upbringing. What was your life like in your world?"

Diana didn't really need the gesture, she was already licking the excess cheese from her fingers after the first piece.

Eating also helped her avoid the question. She just shrugged as she chewed.

Azula's face fell into dismay "Come now, just start with the basics. I need to know if I'm going to help you avoid your next horribly painful death."

She's putting on a fake pout, those lips jutting out in an oddly adorable fashion. "But talking about my home life is just so boring."

And redundant, after all those psychologists in Coates.

Her mentor was not impressed and the dry look she gave said just how unimpressed she was in a number of ways.

"That's not important. They'll find a way to spice it up. They always do. But I need to know now."

"Why?" Diana raised an eyebrow, plucking another piece off food off the table.

Dipping it in the sauce she added. "Stuff happened, I'm here now. Isn't that most of the people here in a nutshell?"

Azula sighed and took a drink to repress her frustration with the secretive girl "Because every thing from the climate, your home, to how you were raised will play a part in how you became who you are today. The person the audience is supposed to want to see victorious."

Really wasn't it obvious?

"And being your mentor, when I ask you something I would hope for less dancing around the answer. I'm only trying to help."

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Diana already seems to have lost interest, tossing her hair in a bored fashion. "What made me who I am is unimportant because I'm already that person. I'm sure I'm not the only person here who's had a bad past, or a good one, or messed up one."

She tosses a handful of snacks in her mouth to chew on before continuing. "Know what people are going to find interesting? A mystery. Guessing. Trying to figure out why I'm the way I am. Catching my dropped hints. Trying to fix me."

Her tongue darts out to gather the cheese on her lips. "What I am is a bitch." She fixes Azula with an incredibly confident and sexy smirk. "And everyone secretly loves a bitch."

Azula's calm controlled expression was growing tighter and losing it's polite smile the more Diana protested. When she began to tell Azula what the audience would find more interesting she almost lost her temper, but the last part saved Diana and Azula gave a genuine chuckle.

"That really is such a wonderful crass word for it." She mused. "But even if we don't tell the rest of the world, there's no reason for you to hold back from me. I'm your mentor after all. If you don't want them to know that's all well and good, but your survival very much depends on what I can do for you."

Seeing the Azula was not letting go of the point, maybe it was time to placate her.

"Instead of all my dull emotional baggage and teenage angst, how about we try and fix the fact that I'm useless in a fight?"

Her hand instinctively rubs her neck. "A few self defense classes would be good."

"All in good time." Azula relaxed for the time being. She would get the information out of Diana sooner or later. They had plenty of time after all...unless the Capitol got bored of her.

"It's not going to be fun, but it will help you stand a better chance at a longer more productive life then if you remained as you are."

Diana sighs. "Works for me I guess."

She'd gone a long time without fun, she can do with taking it in portions now.

As they snacked Azula tried to outline her training plan which was simply, that she would spend a little bit of time personally with each tribute learning their strengths and weaknesses so she could tailor a training regimen to their specific needs. In time she hoped that the District would start acting as a unit and even when they were separated respecting one another as a member of their team rather then just another enemy.

"Of course the idea is to be entertaining while you fight for survival. You have the added benefit of being given multiple chances. But I'm not sure how much longer they'll allow returning tributes. It's bound to be dull sooner or later if no one actually stays dead." She mused playing with her straw and letting Diana have the lions share of their snacks.

By the time they reached this point of the conversation Diana had relaxed fully into her seat, her feet up on the table, half leaning towards Azula as she slouches into the expensive furniture.

"Let's hope I've won them over by that point then."

Azula's own posture stiffened as she watched Diana get steadily more casual over the course of their conversation.

"Yes well, we can of course be more proactive then just hoping for what we want." Gently she plucked Diana's foot off the table and moved it enough to drop it to the floor hoping she would get the hint and move the other one.

"Like practicing proper manners."

Diana puts on a pout at having her lounging disrupted. "What if it's my day off?"

She lifts her foot back up to cross it over her other leg in playful defiance, a smirk tugging at her pouting lips. "Feel free to keep touching my leg though. Your hands are warm."