deadlyjuliet | ♥5 [action -> audio]

Entry tags:

♥5 [action -> audio]

[Action]

[For those in the town square this fine day, they may find a red blur falling out of the sky and straight into the fountain with a loud scream and a crash. Grell is back in Luceti, looking like a drowned rat, and none too pleased to be here.]

WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME SOMEWHERE RATIONAL?!

[Voice]

...Does anyone know where I can find a good hair product? That bloody fountain seems to have ruined my beautiful locks and since I can't blow that thing up, I may as well take care of this.

And for those who are wondering? Yes, the parlour is still going up. Even if kills me. Or one of you.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

[Having been sitting on the edge of the fountain enjoying a good book, Michael yelps as both he and his pages are soaked. Flabbergasted, he turns to the one in the fountain.]

Where the hell did you fall from?

[Sputtering, Grell is trying to stand up, wiping water away and just trying to see straight.]

Where do you think? A person can't fall up!

[Michael offers his hand to him, trying to help him out.]

R-right. Here, just grab my hand. Lemme help you out.

...A parlor?

Are you a stylist?

[She's trying very, very hard not to sound eager. But... well. She can only do so much with her hair and make-up and clothes herself. She wasn't taught to primp.

She can admit to needing help in this area.]

I don't have any product, but I can bring you a towel at least.

[It's the little things, right?]

Isn't every woman worth her salt? [That interest is peeking through and Grell is going to latch onto it like a hungry wolf.]

Interested in such services, my dear?

Seeing you would be even better than a towel, you know.

[Too true, too true.]

And that is a much more gentlemanly thing to do.

[Taking the offered hand, Grell manages to somewhat climb out of the fountain, swiping water off limbs and face.]

Can you believe they do this to me? Twice now. Twice. The nerve of it all!

Very. I'm not good at that kind of stuff at all.

I mean... I think I can pick out pretty good clothes, but I haven't been able to make my hair do anything like what Sasha did in the Capitol.

Well, some styles simply need an extra hand, hm? And what is a good outfit without the right hair to match? And accessories? I feel as if my very senses are dying for want of true beauty here. [sigh] So~ Do tell about this Sasha and the Capitol? Anything in particular you liked?

Heh, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you too.

I'll be right over. With a towel and tea too. [Because being gone a month only to get dumped in a fountain? Tea is the solution. Even if he still thinks tea is the weak version of coffee.]

[Clove is very, very reminded of her prep team. Which actually makes her really happy. And a little homesick.]

I was... [For once, she doesn't want to talk about the Games. She just wants to be happy] chosen for a sort of parade involving costumes. Sasha dressed me up like Athena. My partner was Mars. And he just...

He was a great stylist. Not the best-- we all got to learn that. But he was really good. Definitely made me feel like I was all grown up and way away from the Academy.

[Tea came fiiiiiiiiirst!!!!!]

I'll be sure to slip into something more comfortable then. You can tell me about all the antics you've been up to since I've been away.

Ooh, a gods of war theme, hm? Very chic. A shame it wasn't the best of show, but one must be original to win the eye of the crowd.

How old are you, my dear? You speak of schooling as if you were not far from it.

The best-- He just. His name is Cinna. The girl from District Twelve got him. They're coal miners there, that's what they do for Panem. [She has a point, really.] He and his partner put her and her partner in all black, low on the make-up... then somehow -- I don't know how, I don't care how -- lit the costumes on fire.

They will be talking about that for years.

[...Excuse the fangirl moment. Even she can appreciate a job well done and give credit where it's due.

Only then does she seem to remember there was another question in there.]

Oh. Sorry. I'm-- I'm sixteen.

Fire...? [Well. That is intriguing, isn't it? Grell wouldn't mind seeing how that little trick worked when it wasn't done with Malnosso futzing that turns a person into a phoenix.] Clever man, tying it into their livelihood. Very clever indeed. Now that would be a sight to see on the London streets. If only they were that innovative! But alas, not yet.

Sixteen...Such a young age and yet just the right age to begin your adulthood, hm?

[It's still weaker! /tsuns at.]

Hah. Nothing to tell actually. I got my handcuffs back, but that's been it really.

I... [Or to die.] I guess. Yeah.

[Interesting... Hesitation to agree with a future is telling, so Grell probes a little further.]

So, sixteen, enough of a beauty to parade about dressed as Athena, and educated. What, pray tell, is your name, my dear?

I'm... [I'm really not that pretty.] My education isn't really an academic's. I... mostly learned how to fight. Just a little academic stuff.

My name's Clove, though.

Aw, so you've been a good boy while I've been away? [She sounds mock-disappointed.]

So who had them? Your handcuffs, I mean.

A soldier? And a woman. How intriguing... But that is a dark topic, isn't it? War and such. Let's discuss this parade of yours. Was it fun?

[ooc; Do you mind if Grell can see that Clove has died in canon? As a death god, she has a List that marks when and how someone dies - but only if the player allows it.]

[A tribute. Not a solder.]

It... sort of was. Actually doing it was. Knowing we were going to be sent to fight after... not as much. But I had my district partner right beside me, so I was okay.

[ooc: Totally cool with me! Clove's been pretty open about her death anyway. She'll be weirded out by someone she didn't tell knowing, but. She can deal.]

Ah, so prelude to the war, was it? A shame. One would think they could make more time for such pretty displays besides as a precursor to something so grim. [Ah well. Grell shrugs and starts flipping through another book.]

You rely on this partner of yours so heavily, my dear. Why is that?

...It's always been me and Cato.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 1 of 7

♥5 [action -> audio]

no subject

no subject

no subject

voice:

[Voice]

voice:

[Voice]

no subject

voice:

voice:

[Voice]

voice:

[Voice]

voice:

voice:

voice:

[Voice]

voice:

voice:

voice:

[Voice]

voice:

voice:

voice:

voice: