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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! ]

Comments

[not_like_the_rest]

(She's going to keep the twirling up. It wad something relaxing for the Victor to do. She still isn't show him much personal space.)

Over the top. Stuff changing all the time. It's something to get them distracted from asking more personal questions though. You know, when you're trying to get gifts for the tributes.

[periculis]

[ Keep twirling away, and he has no issue with that. ]

An excellent tactic. The other stylists could talk about the absurd fashion for days.

[not_like_the_rest]

(You are now her bro, Cinna. Congrats!)

Not just them. sponsors love it when you know who they're wearing, what little trinkets are in fashion, the whole nine yards. They still believe that weak persona I had going.

(She rested her head on his shoulder.)

I bet you knew better.

[periculis]

[ Why thank you.

He shakes his head as he chuckles softly. ] Oh, anything will please those attention-seeking grubs.

[not_like_the_rest]

[That makes her chuckle]

Grubs? I like it.

[She stops twirling the pencil, tapping it on her lips.]

Soul sucking grubs. [Johanna takes a moment to sit.] Can I borrow a sheet of paper, Cinna?

[periculis]

[ He wordlessly takes up one of his sketchbooks, flips to an empty page, and hands it to her. ]

[not_like_the_rest]

[Johanna rips out a sheet of the paper and starts to fold it.


It takes her a few minutes, but she holds out a simple paper bird to him when she's done.]


Like it?

[periculis]

[ He looks up from his latest piece to see the bird. Ha, what was that art called again? O-something, he remembers a stylist wanting to utilize it somehow.

Ah, origami. ]

Yes. Do you enjoy doing origami?

[not_like_the_rest]

Origami? (Johanna looked the bird over.) Huh, so that's what it's called. (She settled against him again.) I guess so. When the plants had damaged paper we were given it to play with. Trying to get us into paper products young. (Look, the wings flap.)

[periculis]

Yes. A stylist was raving about the people who made it and how it should be appreciated more by the Capitol citizens. It is simple but beautiful.

[not_like_the_rest]

(Johanna unfolds the bird and then makes a rabbit, which she blows a puff of air into so it fills out and stands up.)

It doesn't really seem like something that would catch on with them to me.

[periculis]

They would find a way for it to be done almost instantaneously. Capitol citizens are quite impatient.

[not_like_the_rest]

Yeah, I know. They want everything you have.

[periculis]

Without the repercussions.

[not_like_the_rest]

[Johanna just grips his hand now. She's tired of talking, of thinking right now really.]

Where are you from, Cinna?

[periculis]

[ The stylist lets her take his hand, using his free hand to set the free pencils in their container. Such a simple question, but it can have so many answers. ]

District Thirteen, Johanna.

[not_like_the_rest]

[That wasn't an answer that Johanna had expected at all. She looks up at him, clearly confused.]

Really?

[periculis]

[ He continues straightening up their little area, stacking his sketchbooks into a neat pile. ]

Really.

[not_like_the_rest]

[She bites her bottom lip before talking again. Cinna was now 500% more interesting to her. She wants to know more, but it's a bit hard to think up a question. How much did that matter in the long run? They were helping to set her free, to set them all free. She squeezed his hand, to get his attention, still looking him over. Johanna's guard was done from her confusion.]

Cinna. [but she didn't know what to say, so she just gave a small smile.] Thanks.

[periculis]

[ The stylist stops what he is doing to glance at her when she squeezes his hand, a small smile on his lips. Much was done to give the districts and Victors their freedom, to prevent other children from becoming future Tributes and Victors. He knows he sacrificed himself for Katniss, for the Revolution, but there were no regrets about it. ]

No thanks is necessary, Johanna.

[not_like_the_rest]

[She smiles back!]

Yeah, well, at lest now i get the chance to say something to you. [It was time to not be serious now though. Feelings are annoying really. it wasn't any good to have those kinds of things most of the time. Johanna stands and stretches out.]

But I get it. [TOPIC CHANGE.] Is there a way I can get a dress?

[periculis]

Who says I was not already making something for you?

[not_like_the_rest]

Really? How did you get my measurements?

[periculis]

I don't need to take your measurements.

[not_like_the_rest]

Really? What's my bra size?