Thread: The Capitol

Name Evan Nakaian Location The CapitolDining Hall Attire Simple black suit with a black tie DateTime September 15thEarly Evening Tagging Jesus.. Name Cynder Tiffa Location The CapitolDining Hall Attire Dark green strapless ball gown Weapons None Supplies None DateTime Reaping DayEarly Morning Tagging Ash, Rikki, Jamie Open Name Ash Tiffa Location The CapitolDining Hall Attire Red velvet suit Weapons Legalized handgun concealed Supplies None DateTime September 15thEarly Evening Tagging Emme, Rikki, Jamie, Michelle, President MacNimare, Luna, Open. Shortly after the women from District 10 made their entrance, the doors opened and a small crowd from District 1 entered. Such a crowd was lead by a tiny girl with fiery hair and paper white skin that was as flawless as porcelain Cynder Tiffa. Beside her, standing at a rather protective distance was a massive dark skinned man named Evan Nakaian. He stood more than a foot taller than her, and the top of her head barely reached his shoulder. While the rest of the District 1 crowd fanned out to mingle, Cynder paused and scanned the crowd before catching sight of the red suit clashing with red hair. A happy squeal left her delicate lips and she rushed over to her elder brother to throw herself into his arms in a tight hug. Ash grunted as the small weight was thrown against him, and he hugged his sister quickly before hugging her off of him. Evan was grinning subtly, but said nothing. He was not a man of many words. Brother! she cry joyously, that bell-like voice carried through the large hall, drawing eyes. I haven't seen you yet! You've yet to come and see me... Yes, well.. I have been a bit busy, Spark, he said, using her childhood nickname, which caused that smile to swell over her lips, But I am glad to see you now. Well! I'm sure we will have lots of time together soon --- President MacNimare! It is good to see you again, she said, swooping away from her brother and over to the most hated man in Panem. She lifted herself up onto her toes and kissed him politely on the cheek. The lingering Evan gave a polite nod and nothing more. And it is good to see you, Ms. Tiffa. Enjoy the party, MacNimare said. Cynder went to the bar and ordered a glass of wine for herself, never mind the fact that she was a few years too young to drink. She still knew fine wine, and no one denied the girl when she asked. Then, she took her time to survey the gathering crowd. There was a small group gathering around the table, and in the center of that crowd was to twins. Cynder's brows rose and her head tilted just a bit to the side. Markings covered their skin in intricate designs. Evan had similar designs that he was able to keep hidden, merely there to represent his heritage. She turned her head and looked up at the brute of a man. What is on their skin? Tattoos, Evan grunted, his voice a trembling baritone that carried even when he spoke quietly. You have some, she said, lowering her voice a bit. Evan nodded once, and then Cynder shook her head. I want to see their's closer. Go ask. And that was that. Cynder swooped from beside the bar and over to the table where the small group had gathered. They were lower Districts, but she did not know that, nor did she really care. Unlike many higher ranked District members, she was not snobbish. Classy, but not snobbish. She came to the table, and then spoke in a bright voice, Hello! I'm Cynder, District 1.