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[periculis]

[ filter; gale ]

Afternoon, Gale. Settled into the castle well enough?



[ filter; clove ]

Hello, Clove.


[ those two filters done and set up, the stylist settles into the couch he has decided to occupy in the castle lobby today. he has a set of various pencils by him, as well as sketchbooks, and is lost in his own madness world at the moment. he is periodically looking up and at residents floating in and out and taking details here and there. feel free to be nosy or catch him studying you intently! ]

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[periculis]

Back in my world, the stylists' main goal is to make our... "clients" look their best for the upcoming tournament. I tend to have a bit more fun with my "clients" than most stylists.

[persequor]

What kind of tournament?

[periculis]

It is called the Hunger Games.

[persequor]

I think I've heard the name. Is it like a melee?

[periculis]

Yes, something of the sort. It is a fight to death between twenty-four teenagers, where only one can win.

[persequor]

Oh. I was told of that. Do you know Finnick?

[periculis]

Yes, he is from my world, as well. He is one of the Victors of the Hunger Games. And my name is Cinna.

[persequor]

Arya.

[periculis]

Arya — a beautiful name.

Let's switch it up, shall we? [ He picks up some of the colored pencils and presents them to the girl. ] Pick two colours that jump at you.

[persequor]

[ Surprise registers at the word "beautiful." Of all the words levied at her for any reason, beautiful has never been one of them.

She sets the cat on the floor and it seizes the chance to escape. After a pause, she picks the gray and blue. ]

[periculis]

[ Cinna is full of surprises.

He puts the rest of the pencils down. ] Why thank you. Now...let us see... [ Give him a few minutes, and he will have constructed a simple blue top and gray pants ensemble. He has details on the sides, ranging from pockets to the material of the ensemble, the stitching, etc.. ]

What do you think, Arya?

[persequor]

It looks good. I like it.

[periculis]

Then it will be yours.

[persequor]

[ ...come again? ]

Mine?

[periculis]

Yours. Is that okay?

[persequor]

But...why would you make something for me? You don't even know me. [ SO. CONFUSED. ]

[periculis]

Why not? And that will not faze me.

[persequor]

Um...thank you.

[ She quirks a tiny smile at him. What is this strangers being nice. She will never get used to it. ]

[periculis]

Certainly.

[ He sets down the two pencils she chose and picks up the rest once more. ] Pick one more color.

[persequor]

Mm...this one. [ She points to the purple pencil. ]

[periculis]

[ Oh, a wildcard. Now he takes that pencil and sketches out two items: one is a scarf, and the other is a hooded cloak. ] There. If I do not see you when these are done, I will simply have the castle deliver them to you.

[persequor]

[ Her smile widens before being quickly kicked off by a frown. ]

I don't have anything to pay you with.

[periculis]

I never said you had to pay for them, Arya. [ He looks at her and raises an eyebrow in amusement, a smile playing on his lips. ]

[persequor]

[ Oh. Well. Awesome. ]

Thank you!

[periculis]

My pleasure. Now, I do hope I have not held you up from something with the cat.