Who| Cassian and Jason, Cassian and YOU???
What| Bad things are happening after the interview and Cassian gets called out, then his cousin gets reaped. Jason really isn't happy.
Where| Around the Tribute Tower
When| After the reaping of his cousin.
Warnings/Notes| Swearing, violence, smoking??, drug use discussion



D7 Suite

It's quiet. Cassian is there, but it's quiet. That should be enough of a warning that something was off. He wants to blast music loud enough to rock the tower, dance around and pretend that everything was fine, he wants to throw on mask upon mask until nobody knows what his real face looks like. Certainly, he's at least managed that part in regards to his body: If he's going to be gawked at, a sideshow display of a seditious citizen, he's going to be looking as glamorous as possible. So he coats his face with enough make up to hide his insecurity, and he puts on his favorite dress, that makes him feel strong and in control and everything is going to be fine, because everything has always been fine, and his life is not a mess.

Cassian doesn't usually stay much in his room in the tower, but since the interviews, he's been pretty much living there, and now, he's making the place suit him even more. Currently, he's in the kitchen area, packing the fridge with yet more food. Ever since the credit system dropped, he's been buying goodies for his tributes. It's an uneasy compromise with Jason--A compromise that Jason might not even consider one, but Cassian doesn't want to be accused of undermining his efforts to make the tributes work for a living. So, the fridge has had plenty of snacks and little fun treats that the tributes might not be able to afford, but would help them cheer up.

However, now Cassian is shoving his own food in it. Luxurious food that only needs to be microwaved, as little actual cooking with as much taste as possible. He really needs to get a cooking avox, but those ones are even harder to find than regular avoxes. And of course, who knows if he'll be able to afford an avox after this?

At that thought, his eyes drift down to his phone, laying there on silent. He's had to turn it on silent since it all but blew up after the announcement. Of course he's been on social media, just like Aurelia has been, gushing about what an honor this is, how exciting this was, putting on the most positive face they could. They both have to save face. Naturally, neither have spoken to each other.

And there's one text message that Cassian actually cares about, and when he's sure he's alone, he opens up his phone and looks at it. The most important text message. His father, telling him in no uncertain terms that he isn't to return home until they decide what to do about this. Every time he reads it, he feels his heart clench up. Surely. Surely this would all work out. Surely Cassian could get out of this.

This couldn't be the end.

The Tribute Tower

He's still in shock, and he's still afraid to spend much time out in public, where he can't just text someone ten smiley faces and make it seem like he's okay. So he spends his time in the tower, away from the media. Some of the time he spends actually getting work done, and he can be found in the lobby, curled up in an arm chair and scribbling away at various designs. He has music now, because music makes him able to forget about all the bad things going on. The only thing that could be noted as unusual is that he's smoking cigarettes like they're about to go on the Ugly List. He wants to dip into something stronger than them, but he's hesitant about doing that in the tower.

When all else fails, there's alcohol, and Cassian can also be found at the bar, chugging back drinks. Every few sips, he pops out a compact mirror to make sure that it hasn't smudged his lipstick, and once he's sure he looks just as flawless as he ever does, he goes back to drinking. The current goal is to drink until he forgets his own name, and so far, he's only managed to forget most of his school education.

It's so odd. The Games have been going on forever. He wouldn't even care, couldn't care if it was someone else. But suddenly, it's effecting him. A Capitolite. He's always been above everything bad, it couldn't happen to him. And now his cousin is going to go die in an arena--Because there's no way she could win. Aurelia will clean your ass when it comes to social media, and destroy your good name on twitter, but she couldn't kill someone in real life. Cassian had never been close with the girl, she was the heir, he was just the back up. His job was to make connections, socialize, look pretty, and make the name Bouchard look good. Basically--don't do anything stupid.

And yet, here he was, having done something spectacularly stupid, and now it was Aurelia paying for it.

Cassian felt like this was a dream, or maybe all of his life before that had been the dream, and he had just woken up.