Achilles Held, District 1 (oneachilles) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-01-10 14:05:00 |
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Achilles supposed that the fact that this was a Quarter Quell meant that the parties and sponsorships and everything at the Capitol would be completely outlandish in addition to everything that was going on at the Games. He'd already had several, and honored some, ridiculous requests from sponsors, but what could he have done besides agree? What happened in the Capitol kept his tributes healthy and weaponized and -- alive. He was supposed to be meeting a sponsor at this rooftop party, a woman with green hair down to her waist and floral designs etched up and down her arms and, he supposed, other places on her body. It was her party, and he needed her full attention amid the jungle. Not just the jungle of guests but the literal jungle she had concocted on her roof. Flickering yellow lights drew his attention away from looking for her. Fireflies. No, not real fireflies. Not the type that Katerina caught in jars back home, but manufactured fireflies. Or mutts. Or -- Achilles couldn't help but shiver. He never was quite sure what he was seeing when in the Capitol. Yes she may have grown up in the Capitol. Yes, she should be accustomed to all of this, but this was different. Helping to score some sponsorship for her tributes was part of her job, which is what brought her to this party. Though being it was her first year as an Escort everything was dessert for the eyes. The Capitol was a completely different affair during the Games. But it just made the games more glamourous, didn’t it? With a beaming smile she navigated her way through people and foliage. Swishing her lavish dress from side to side. This was TOO much fun. She was squealing in her head, while trying to look proper and professional outside. Yeah right. She had a skip to her step and a giggle each time a person talk to her. Her eyes caught sight of fireflies. “Oooo shiny,” she said and started to follow them. Her hands rising in the air to catch hold of them. Failing all the time. She reached for a wine glass and attempted to cup them in there. As she finally caught one she bumped into someone. Eyes wide, squeal muscles at the ready. It was Achilles. As an Games fan she watched them all and she knew who he was. “Sorry!” He turned when a slight, cute woman bumped into him. He didn't recognize her, and he was sure she wasn't who he was looking for. He gave her a curt nod and stepped aside. She had caught a "firefly" in her wine glass and was cupping it inside. "Watch out," he lied, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk, "they bite." Wouldn't that just be something? Well, maybe if this were the arena, they would bite. But the Capitolites wouldn't do anything that -- amusing -- at one of their own parties, he knew. “What!” She exclaimed with shock and nervousness. Her eyes wide with some similar to a cute surprised version of fear. As much fear as Missy could muster really not knowing true fear really. Her life had been easy, nothing like what the districts faced. “I don’t want to be bitten,” she whimpered a little and her bottom lip popped out into a pout. But she wanted to keep it. Looking at the glass she looked up at him, “but it is so shiny.” As if that was a valid enough reason for it not to be the biting source. She hesitated a moment looking at her hand, should she let it go? Achilles watched her, amused. She seemed to be struggling so hard about whether it was worth a bite or not to keep the bug inside the wine glass. He had expected her to squeal and drop it and the glass would shatter. It surprised him that she didn't. He shrugged with one shoulder. "Don't say I didn't warn you," he murmured. "When your hand swells up as big as your face." There came a shocked squeal. “I don’t want that. No, no.” Missy shook her head rather frantic. But she was still torn on whether to let it go or not. Looking at the glass with a sniffle she lifted her hand. Looking up at the mean man who told her these scary things. But then again, he could have very well saved her life. Missy watched as the firefly drifted out of her wine class. “Good bye buggie.” Achilles laughed. He couldn't help it. He hadn't meant to be cruel with it. But then again, she was an adult. Or at least, he assumed that she was, but who could really tell sometimes in the Capitol. "You made the right choice," he said, giving her a pat on the shoulder. He stepped around her to go look for his forest-haired sponsor. |