Thread: The Capitol

Name Seph Jax District 10 Location The Capitol, HallwaysOutside the Dining Hall Attire A pair of black slacks, a white shirt beneath a black blazer, flat shoes. Weapons None Supplies None DateTime September 15th, Early Evening Tagging Ryan, Ben, Rikki, Jamie, All NPC present, Emme, Ash Seph did not need to be told twice to follow the Stylist. She would most likely be sticking to her side like glue the rest of the night. In silence, she walked along with her to the man. He looked crisp and clean on the outside, but Seph could tell that he was undoubtedly tired... haggard. He was a Mentor. Seph's brow furrowed and she realized she had not bothered to speak to her own Mentor, an older drunken woman who was a Morphling. Morphlings made Seph uncomfortable with their listless stares and crusted mouths. Unfortunately for 10, she proved to be rather incompetent... Seph herself was doubtful about keeping all six of them alive to win against the other Districts. She listened quietly and her eyes darted to the direction that Caleb's eyes had flicked. Two girls twins. Cocky and carefree it seemed, but again, Seph saw past that. They were scared. Most of the Tributes were. Trouble? Careful eyes combed through the crowd and settled on MacNimare. She recognized him from glimpses on TV. The way he carried himself was enough cause for dislike, so Seph released a sharp breath through her nose and then squared her shoulders. She looked again to the twins. They looked mischievous and Seph drew her own conclusions as to what was going on and what the cryptic words of Ryan meant. Snapped back to the two near her, she blinked and looked at the friendly man with a slightly furrowed brow. Silence carried on for a moment before she answered, Water.... Please. Name Evan Nakaian District 1 Location The CapitolDining Hall Attire Simple black suit with a black tie DateTime September 15thEarly Evening Tagging Jesus.. Name Cynder Tiffa District 1 Location The CapitolDining Hall Attire Dark green strapless ball gown Weapons None Supplies None DateTime Reaping DayEarly Morning Tagging Ash, Rikki, Jamie Open It was lucky that Cynder walked up after the conversation about causing trouble passed. She was born a loyalist, though it was not out of greed, or spite, or cruelty, it was just simply how she was raised. Those bright blue eyes glanced over the sulking Rikki and a small smile touched her lips. At the invitation, she slipped into one of the chairs, taking careful time to smooth the dark green fabric of her elegant dress before settling. Evan had remained standing, folding his arms over his barrel-like chest and surveying the room. He looked like a bodyguard, and Cynder took notice, knowing that the boy was protective of her. They grew up together, and they were nearly as close as she and Ash. Lifting a delicate hand, she touched his elbow and said with a smile, Sit down , Brute. We're here to have fun, you know. Then, she turned her attention back to the twins, taking one more look at Rikki. There was something about the girl that was slightly off-putting as she glared daggers at the President. A frown pulled at the corners of Cynder's lips, but it vanished after a brief second. We all get a little off sometimes! Perhaps if she had some wine she would feel better. You may have some of mine if you want! Cynder set her glass on the table and leaned forward a bit to place her arms politely on its polished surface. She then reached out and shook Jamie's hand, her eyes drifting to look curiously at the ink on the girl's arm. After a moment too long, she released her hand and smiled brightly gesturing to Evan as he finally decided to sit. This is Evan. He's a good friend of mine and volunteered after I did. He doesn't talk much... I call him Brute because he is one, she laughed merrily and looked again at Jamie's arm.