thecapitol | LOUNGE AROUND

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LOUNGE AROUND

WHO| Anyone not in the Arena
WHAT| Chillaxing in the common area.
WHEN| Anytime.
WHERE| The common area.
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With so much death, so quickly, the common area was always a buzz. Tributes, mentors, stylist and escorts, not to mention a small army of Avox to keep everything running smoothly. Some people were in a rushed hurry, stressed, or taking a break from the many stresses around them. Others were lounging, clearly not to worried about what was going on in the arena.

Drinks were close at hands, as well as any assortment of food. And if the selection didn't meet anyone's satisfaction, an Avox was always on hand to bring something new.

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So long as District 4 still had tributes in the arena, Finnick was out and mingling. Sponsors were still needed and since he had begun to work with this new kid who everyone found to be some striking resemblance of him, well that was something to bank on. It had worked in his Games and he knew he could make it work for this kid. His other tribute was holding her own and with both still alive they stood a chance if they knew how to survive in that climate, and against the odds.

As usual he was well dressed in a suit and watching the screens periodically for updates. As he picked up a drink from a tray an Avox was serving from he started to wonder if his drinking was becoming a nasty habit as a result of being in the Capitol for this long period of time.

Max waved away the little cadre of press that always seemed to flock around her like flies since her Arena 2 victory. Fortunately for her, they couldn't get past the lounge doors, even if the recording devices she knew were likely installed in the room were catching every little thing she did.

She took a plush round loveseat captive as her own and sprawled on it, letting the avoxes tend to her as far as food and drink. She always said please and thank you to them but did not tend to linger overlong on their faces; knowing they'd been mangled and forced into servitude and confronting it too directly right now would just make her angry, and Max had to keep her game face on.

Sipping champagne and nibbling on caviar, she turned her large dark eyes to the screen.

She can't deny that out of all the new faces, Max was one that Shepard was very interested in meeting. She'd watched all of Arena 02, and found herself impressed. And now, there Max was. A fellow victor, and quite possibly the only other person in this world who could understand what being a victor in these new Hunger Games was really like. Strangers from another world, raised on a pedestal for being the best player in a game they didn't want to play.

Now a new round has begun and Shepard has her work cut out for her. Sponsors to gain for her tributes that can hold their own, friends to watch out for, a city to impress, and information to discover.

"So," she begins casually as she drops herself onto a nearby loveseat, "What's the view like in the District 1 Mentor suites?"

Honestly, she could take a wild guess. She's been in the tribute suites of District 1 before, so she doesn't suspect they are much different.

"Move, human," came an unfriendly snarl. Darc's manners were awful on a good day, but this had more to do with throwing his weight around. Darc shoved passed Finnick and grabbed a drink from the serving tray, tossing it back in one gulp.

Maybe not the smartest thing, because Darc had barely ever touched alcohol before. Oh well.

He winced at the taste, shaking his head hard. He felt overly conspicuous in a room filled with humans; his wings and scales made him feel like more of an outcast than ever.

"What the hell are you looking at?" he snarled, perhaps in an attempt to turn his insecurities to aggression.

When the rooms upstairs were empty, it was a bit unnerving to be there. So Effie was down here, taking up most of one of the tables, her tablet set before her, the flickering ghost images lifting up off the surface.

The files were clearly frustrating, and finally she just closed them down, shut down the ghostly displays, lifting up the tablet to explore much more leisurely business.

Lottie thought she would be fine doing anything for beauty.

Lottie was wrong.

The pink....it wasn't hair. She wasn't sure what it was. But whatever it was, it had been ratted into her hair. Her actual, lovely blond locks.

She didn't think she would ever forgive her stylist. She'd spent the last two days since the part picking out the knots. And here she was, tucked against the window, still detangling her blond curls from the bright pink strands.

"Max, right?"

She was one of them now, for better or for worse. Elias gave her a warm smile, and a nod, before gesturing to the chairs next to her.

"Mind if I have a seat? I'm Elias, District 12."

Less comfortable with the Capitol's technology (and the Capitol's access to it's technology), Elias had a file with a stack of papers in front of him. One sheet for each tribute, with a maze of notes that no one else could even start to make sense of.

But right now he was taking a break from it, and sipping a drink, and checking his device for new messages. Mostly from sponsors. Relaxed and laid back.

Because everything pressing at his mind right now was waiting.

Eliot sat down near the table, not really paying much attention to anything. He just felt... worn out. Dying last time had been bad, no doubt about that. That Arena had been simply brutal. But dying, well, it had been relatively painless, quick. This time, however, had been far more brutal. He'd roused halfway more than once as he bled out. Not enough to be able to respond to anyone but enough to feel the burning agony in his wrist that almost drowned out the pain from being stabbed in the shoulder and chest.

He rubbed his wrist, still having a hard time believing that he had his hand again. The movement beside him drew his attention. He smiled tiredly as he recognized the woman he'd met when he first arrived. "Hello again."

Finnick was caught off guard by the...creature that had shoved past him. Even on a bad day the people of the Capitol held manners to a high regard and this sort of behavior would quickly be frowned upon if this tribute kept it up.

When posed the question Finnick's eyes narrowed - this was an unnecessary attack by someone who was clearly outnumbered in multiple ways, "You need to be more aware of where you're going when you've got wings like that. Its considered poor manners here." He straightened his suit jacket. "I certainly won't lecture you, but I'm sure someone will."

It took Some a few days after his death in the Arena to venture out of his room in the Training Center, but it was loneliness that drove him out. He followed voices and the scents of human's food to the common area, and tried to slip unobtrusively into the room, claiming a corner seat and turning away the nervous Avox who tried to offer him a drink with a shy demurral.

Grey had come down to watch the Games, curious to see who would win. Even more curious to see who would come close. They were the ones he'd need to keep his eye on, after all.

Admittedly, he'd also come for the food.

The gathering of flamboyant Capitol citizens had quickly dampened his mood. A lull in the killing had seen him begin to lose interest, bored eyes scanning the too colorful crowd as he chewed, and that's when his eyes landed on the creature.

He'd seen many tributes that seemed alien, but nothing so markedly inhuman as Some.

Moving away from the serving table he'd stationed himself at, he begins to move through the crowd.

Some had already managed to turn away a small handful of curious citizens, answering their questions as blandly and quietly as possible, eyes nearly shut in the brightly lit room. He had a small sofa, and was curled up on it like a large cat, upper body twisted clear around to lean on his lower, his uppermost arms crossed on his own flank and head resting on them. One eye opened as he heard footsteps approaching again, a big black eye tracking Grey as he came closer.

He wasn't even sure if this was a tribute. Perhaps it was an animal native to this world, or one of those 'muttations' that woman had spoken of.

Grey walks right up to Some. He could ask if the creature is sapient, but if it turns out it isn't... he'll look like quite a fool. The scientist settles for silent observation for now, moving around Some for closer looks at his bizarre anatomy.

"Staring is rude," Some said without moving, after a few moments of this scrutiny. Though if this was another Capitol human, he was sure he wouldn't care.

The scientist grins. "So, you do speak." Sapient. Likely a tribute then. "Do tell me, what are you?"

"The grue." Some said it as if he expected Grey to have heard the name before. The locals clearly had; one had even asked him to sign a photo of himself in the Arena, standing at the edge of the woods, eyes shaded and looking up towards the camera. He'd declined.

"The grue? Are you the only of your kind, then?" Even as he speaks, Grey's eyes seem a little distant. Would he be able to acquire labs here? Not that he intended to stay... He hadn't thought to ask.

"Here," he specified with a nod. "Or in Bete Noire."

Grey looks him over again. "What could a creature your size possibly require eight limbs and eyes for? Even more, two mouths?"

Haymitch was a spectacle tonight. Drunkest he'd been since he'd been in the Capitol with these new games, being loud and a bit overly friendly with some of the patrons.

When he passed by Elias though, he stumbled, bracing himself on the desk so he didn't fall. He gave the other man a crooked grin, before pulling back and walking towards a secluded corner of the large room.

Where his hand had been was a crumpled note. A crumpled note with a rough sketch of a mockingjay holding an arrow in it's beak. Haymitch knew it was bold, but with all of the papers on Elias' table, who would notice one little extra paper except for the other man.

Some gave him a nonplussed look. "I don't need them at all. I just added them because I liked how they looked," he said, voice utterly flat.

The scientist blinks at him a few times. "...You can do that?"

"Can you not?" he asked, only a very small smile twitching at the corner of the lowest mouth.

Although there were more tributes there was also much more time to get to know them. And the fact Effie had met him when he first arrived helped he memory. She gave him a warm smile.

"Hello! Getting your bearings a little more?"

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