thecapitol | (no subject)

WHO| Anyone in the Capitol. Mentors, dead tributes, and the new future tributes (if you like)
WHAT| Game viewing party
WHEN| Ongoing, as long as the weather holds and the Game's don't end
WHERE| The roof of the mentor's headquarters
WARNING/NOTES| none right now.

The roof lavishly decorated, dripping with flowers, brilliantly colored blown glass bubbles and fountains that cascaded down into a small wading pool that ringed the roof. Cabana's were dotted here and there, surrounded by flowing curtains for privacy, and lounges covered with large, ornate pillows made sure there was plenty of places to sit.

Along one edge was a buffet covered with delicacies, all finger foods geared toward the warm weather. Rare fruits chilled on ice, delicate sheets of raw fish curled up on tiny piece of bread, chilled dips and many more. Iced, fruity drinks flowed freely, with a handful of Avoxs around for any needs the guest may have.

TV's were everywhere, and a guarded door lead back into the mentor's headquarter's, in case they needed to slip back in to help their tributes. If they have any left.

Threaded | Flat

Kevin sat alone, idly peeling a piece of fruit as he watched the screens. When someone looked at him, he'd smile politely, otherwise he sat there staring - nearly unblinking - enthralled in the Games.

He hadn't seen any deaths yet. Apparently he missed the real bloodbath at the beginning before he arrived here, and at this point you could go a few hours, or even more than a day, without seeing anybody die. What a shame. Made the actual game last longer, he supposed. The thrill of the hunt must be savored.

He takes a bite of the half-peeled fruit and then continues tearing at it.

River had watched as much as she had cared to, by this point. Enough to get an idea of the terrain she'd be expected to make her way through, when it came time for her to step forward. There was strangely no dread, no creeping fear of what was to come, though she was certain if she should slip even once it would be a bloody, painful end for her.

She just felt numb as she waited. All of this might as well be some dream of hers, and she wasn't entirely sure parts of it weren't. It hardly mattered one way or another. The basics were the same, mass and physical properties of it, even if the colors and the exaggerated masks of those around her were her brain's way of processing the horror.

Well, everyone wore masks. Perhaps not usually this distorted and colorful and twisted up on the inside. She was avoiding them anyway, skirting the edges of the party and fixing anyone who got too close with her dark stare.

It proved enough to keep people unnerved and at bay, so she could nibble on the fish in relative quiet.

Derek hadn’t planned on accepting the ‘invitation’ to the so-called ‘party’. It was sick, really, to be celebrating this competition of survival based on murder. But then he’d realized that this might be an opportunity he couldn’t afford to miss if he had any hope of winning once he got in there.

So, he’d gone up to the rooftop, but couldn’t bring himself to watch the slaughter. He’d instead spent his time profiling the assortment of people joining in the celebration and sampling the variety of delicacies laid out – he’d been hesitant to eat them at first until he realized that there would be no point in poisoning him before he’d had a chance to play the Game.

In a quick glance past the screen, on his way to looking at something else, he caught sight of a raven-black ponytail bobbing
in an all too familiar way. He did a quick double take and felt his heart drop.

“Emily,” he whispered.

But he quickly steeled himself – he couldn’t let these people know that she meant something to him or bad things would happen to her. He did his best to play it off as if nothing had happened and hoped no one noticed his reaction.

Tate walked into the party. He usually could hold a pretty good poker face, but it was obvious that he was in someway thrown off by this whole place. He still wasn't head and that didn't phase him nearly as much as just this Capitol place. It wasn't too far fetched from modern day Los Angeles, but its was still strange. He already hated the people, able to smell their shallowness and cliche all over them.

The screens around the room were playing the rest of the Games and he figured he might as well grab something to drink and take a seat. No one bothered carding him so he made sure to get a tall one. Sitting at a tall table, his eyes went to the screen, not wanting to miss the moment that little blond bitch dies,