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thecapitol2014-10-11 07:34 pm
arosewiththorns) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-11 07:34 pm
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Marinate in misery [OPEN]
WHO; Rose and Open, with closed prompts for Dave, Eponine and Jolie
WHAT; Checking in on people and talking shit out
WHERE; The tribute tower
WHEN; Backdated to the last week of Arena 11, Around the 29/9
WARNINGS; N/A
Dave
It’s no surprise who she goes to see first, once Rose manages to pull herself out of bed. At the very least she knows better than to leave her room looking like a mess, and pulls herself together as much as she can. The brand still sits stark on her cheek and it’s out of avoidance of looking at it that she forgoes her usual lipstick, finger brushing her hair after she slips into a simple black boat neck top, tugging the sleeves over the heel of her palms. Jeans and simple flats finish it off and while it’s not her usual image that she tries to maintain she can’t bring herself to care. She’s branded, she can’t pull that look off that easily anyway.
She slips up to the suites of 9 a little after noon, letting him get his sleep and she hopes that he’s still there and not off having lunch or hanging with friends. Normal things, in a very abnormal scenario and while she’s mostly happy for him (That he has to chance to do this, to interact in person with more than one person and some trolls) she finds herself a little envious. She was never good at dealing with people in that sort of way, and she doesn’t have her confidont here anyway.
But Rose buries that the same time she raps sharply on his door, resisting the urge to lean her forehead against the wood. “Dave?” she says in a voice that’s barely loud enough to hear through the door. “Are you in here?”
Tres Jolie
She half feels like crawling back into bed after her talk with Dave and the thought it tempting enough to get her back down in district 8. It’s only in the hall she hesitates and glances towards the stylist suites before making a sudden turn. It’s been awhile, the very beginning of the arena that she saw Jolie and even then it was just for a few minutes and under too much supervision. She knows what role the queen played in the jailbreak, what risk she took and while she doesn’t trust even this place to openly thank her she can find some way.
Reaching the door Rose half considers turning back to her room, at least to put on a touch more make up, something to hide the circles under her eyes even though it won’t fade the brand on her cheek. But in the end she just knocks, trying to straighten her shoulders a little more as she waits for Jolie to answer the door. She’s too tired to call out right now.
Eponine
It’s a day or so after her talk with Dave that she goes to find the French girl, not sure where she’ll find her or what she’s going to do when she does. It’s obvious to her that Dave cares somewhat about the girl, even if she hurt him emotionally and attempted to also do so physically. She’s a threat really, uncontrollable and off kilter and Rose should try and keep her away from Dave.
But at the same time she recalls her long conversation with the girl at the last crowning, the way she could tell there was something in the girl, something that had been beaten down and shattered over the years of abuse she’d found herself in. She had been here much longer than Rose, longer than Dave. It’s really no surprise her sanity seems fickle at the best of time but. Dave had asked her to try and help and if there’s anything Rose is weak to it’s to her brother’s whims, as stupid as they are.
So she finds Eponine’s room and slips in, not surprised at all the girl isn’t here. That’s fine, she can wait and she takes a seat after clearing clothes off a chair and pulls out a book, and starts reading.
Open
Rose mostly keeps to her room for the end of the arena, where she can wallow in whatever she pleases for a time. It’s tiring putting up a face and the brand on her cheek still turns her stomach in a mix of anger and vanity everytime she looks in the mirror and that does make putting makeup on a chore. But she drags herself out eventually, dark lipstick and long skirts back and makes her way around the tower, quietly checking in on people she’s talked to a few times with a quiet knock on their door. Of course if you haven’t yet met her there’s more than enough opportunities to, Rose taking a timeout on the roof for an ecig before going back down to watch some of the arena playing the concerned girlfriend for anyone whose watching whenever Clara appears.
WHAT; Checking in on people and talking shit out
WHERE; The tribute tower
WHEN; Backdated to the last week of Arena 11, Around the 29/9
WARNINGS; N/A
Dave
It’s no surprise who she goes to see first, once Rose manages to pull herself out of bed. At the very least she knows better than to leave her room looking like a mess, and pulls herself together as much as she can. The brand still sits stark on her cheek and it’s out of avoidance of looking at it that she forgoes her usual lipstick, finger brushing her hair after she slips into a simple black boat neck top, tugging the sleeves over the heel of her palms. Jeans and simple flats finish it off and while it’s not her usual image that she tries to maintain she can’t bring herself to care. She’s branded, she can’t pull that look off that easily anyway.
She slips up to the suites of 9 a little after noon, letting him get his sleep and she hopes that he’s still there and not off having lunch or hanging with friends. Normal things, in a very abnormal scenario and while she’s mostly happy for him (That he has to chance to do this, to interact in person with more than one person and some trolls) she finds herself a little envious. She was never good at dealing with people in that sort of way, and she doesn’t have her confidont here anyway.
But Rose buries that the same time she raps sharply on his door, resisting the urge to lean her forehead against the wood. “Dave?” she says in a voice that’s barely loud enough to hear through the door. “Are you in here?”
Tres Jolie
She half feels like crawling back into bed after her talk with Dave and the thought it tempting enough to get her back down in district 8. It’s only in the hall she hesitates and glances towards the stylist suites before making a sudden turn. It’s been awhile, the very beginning of the arena that she saw Jolie and even then it was just for a few minutes and under too much supervision. She knows what role the queen played in the jailbreak, what risk she took and while she doesn’t trust even this place to openly thank her she can find some way.
Reaching the door Rose half considers turning back to her room, at least to put on a touch more make up, something to hide the circles under her eyes even though it won’t fade the brand on her cheek. But in the end she just knocks, trying to straighten her shoulders a little more as she waits for Jolie to answer the door. She’s too tired to call out right now.
Eponine
It’s a day or so after her talk with Dave that she goes to find the French girl, not sure where she’ll find her or what she’s going to do when she does. It’s obvious to her that Dave cares somewhat about the girl, even if she hurt him emotionally and attempted to also do so physically. She’s a threat really, uncontrollable and off kilter and Rose should try and keep her away from Dave.
But at the same time she recalls her long conversation with the girl at the last crowning, the way she could tell there was something in the girl, something that had been beaten down and shattered over the years of abuse she’d found herself in. She had been here much longer than Rose, longer than Dave. It’s really no surprise her sanity seems fickle at the best of time but. Dave had asked her to try and help and if there’s anything Rose is weak to it’s to her brother’s whims, as stupid as they are.
So she finds Eponine’s room and slips in, not surprised at all the girl isn’t here. That’s fine, she can wait and she takes a seat after clearing clothes off a chair and pulls out a book, and starts reading.
Open
Rose mostly keeps to her room for the end of the arena, where she can wallow in whatever she pleases for a time. It’s tiring putting up a face and the brand on her cheek still turns her stomach in a mix of anger and vanity everytime she looks in the mirror and that does make putting makeup on a chore. But she drags herself out eventually, dark lipstick and long skirts back and makes her way around the tower, quietly checking in on people she’s talked to a few times with a quiet knock on their door. Of course if you haven’t yet met her there’s more than enough opportunities to, Rose taking a timeout on the roof for an ecig before going back down to watch some of the arena playing the concerned girlfriend for anyone whose watching whenever Clara appears.