thecapitol | (no subject)

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."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"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."

Her lips pursed tighter and she opted to not attempt to move her again.

"If you're going to be so caviler with your own life, then I'm not sure what I can do to help you. There are other tributes who actually value their existence that are welcoming and appreciating of my experience." She scolded taking offense to Diana's attitude. Charming as it was, it was disrespectful.

There's a brief moment where Diana rolls her eyes.

"I never said anything like that. Would I be coming over to talk to you if I wasn't interested in the things you had to say?" She arches her back to crack her spine. "I've just found that stressing and getting wound up about these things doesn't work well for me."

Azula in turn rolled her eyes.

"Oh yes, because that attitude served you so well in the last arena. While I will commend you on surviving as long as you did, you accomplished very little on your own." Azula did not know the meaning of the word "Relax" when it came to training and personal perfection.

Diana lets a sigh out through her pretty lips, blowing a few strands of her long, dark hair.

"Yes ma'am. I'll do better next time, ma'am. I promise ma'am." She said, pulling out an old used line from her school days.

Azula gave Diana a very flat, dry look to express just how she felt about that response.

"Exactly how many people have you met in your life that you have any respect for?" She inquired wondering what sort of a soft nobility based world had produced such a girl. She would fit right in with many of the more well off districts, or the capitol itself really.

Diana put alot of effort into looking like she's thinking about that. She casts her gaze to the ceiling, furrows her brow, pouts her lips and taps her chin.

She even looks at her hand and flexes her fingers, moving her lips as if counting before letting it drop back down to her lap and smirking at Azula. "I'm going to go with none I think."

This was enough to make Azula take a deep breath and let it out slowly. By the time the air had left her lungs she was smirking again.

"I understand that feeling. It irritates me having it directed towards me, but it's understandable."

A pause.

"It would be more understandable if you had more to be proud of, but we'll work with what we have."

"Oh, are we counting the present too? Because of course I respect you, my wise mentor who's going to help me not die." It was hard to tell if that playful tone and wink meant Diana was or wasn't being serious.

"How rude. Now I just feel insulted." Not that she looked it, even a little.

There was the ghost of a smile on Azula's lips as she evaluated the comments.

"Well then you'll have to prove me wrong won't you? By listening and obeying your "Wise Mentor" and not dieing."

"Yes, Mentor Azula~" Diana responded in a singsong voice, matching the womans hint of a smile with a much more visible smirk.

That seemed to placate her for now.

"We'll start work this week after I've familiarized myself with the rest of our tributes. Do you have any thoughts on them? Or the tributes from other districts you've met?"

"They're all very... 'special', aren't they?" Diana chuckled. "It'll keep me entertained, that's a given."

Edited 2013-09-30 22:29 (UTC)

Azula couldn't help but feel the slow burning irritation of Diana's vague answers. Her patience was officially run out.

"Well if we don't sort out a decent strategy or build up your skills, they'll be entertaining the crowd by doing horrible things to you."

"I already agreed that I would, didn't I?" Diana reaches for another handful of snackables. "Don't worry, I wouldn't ignore generous advice from my mentor~"

"We'll see about that." She couldn't help but be suspicious of the girl's genuine attitude.

But the ego stroking helped.

"Whatever happens, we'll be seeing alot of each other in the coming days I'm sure."