Post by Jaffe Maddox on Jul 24, 2014 14:12:35 GMT -6
"Hi, I'm Jaffe," she says, extending her hand. "Sorry I wasn't really available for the train ride, I'm had to get past some emotions." she smiles, the tears stains are prominent under her pale face. "So let's turn these lemons into lemonade! We need to come up with a sweet costume idea." she says. "I'm thinking since we're from the technology district we could have attire made out of LCD screens. I'm just not totally sure what our image or message should be.. Do you have any ideas?"
Post by Alistair Kingsley on Jul 24, 2014 20:06:02 GMT -6
Al paused a moment before taking her hand as well. It was a short handshake, he didn't want to get too involved in case of...circumstances. "Well, you're not alone in that, in case you haven't noticed. We've been handed something sort of a death sentence, it's not a damn picnic. But...sure, you do what you need to do." He sat down in a chair and raised his eyebrow, signaling her to continue in the smug, abrasive way he knew how. "Probably something like 'nice knowing you'." He was taking no part of this entire event seriously, in typical Alistair fashion. "I'm not sure what they can say. Something with technology for sure. But no puns. Can't do that."
Post by Jaffe Maddox on Jul 24, 2014 20:52:41 GMT -6
The energy left Jaffe's body. "Another person who could care less about me," she thought. Memories of her deserting father came rushing back, she as if she was going to cry. Then like a switch being turned on Jaffe snapped at Alistair. "I can't believe this," she spit, "how can you be so selfish? This is about more than just you! If you win; your entire... all your family and friends, everything changes, and hey, maybe you'll never win, but guess what? I'm here too. I deserve a shot to live just like anyone else." She slaps him across the face. "You only have a couple of days to live before the arena, make it count."
With that she ushered the stylists over to her. "We will dress as giant billboards, lets program them to have messages of love and... passion! Lot's of lights, maybe even little flying robots that can hand out something..."
"Oh, I know just the thing," chimed in the head stylist, "they're called light torches, people in the crowds can hold them up to show their support for you." She switched on a matchbox size box that gave off a strong glow a holographic image of the number three appeared.
Post by Alistair Kingsley on Jul 24, 2014 21:12:43 GMT -6
When she slapped him, Al sat up and raised his hand. But no matter how shitty things were or how upset he was, he was raised to not hit a girl. Slowly he sighed and put his hand back down. "Selfish? I'm being realistic. I'm a scrawny kid compared to some of those other guys. Some of them are built like fucking buildings. And even if by some miracle one of us does survive, it'll change us and not in a good way. We're gonna see some shit in there." He sat back in his chair and raised an eyebrow, letting his usual snarky face fall into an honest expression as he shrugged.
"All I'm saying is that the odds are certainly not in our favor. I'd rather face what would happen then pretend everything's going to be okay."
There were ideas bounced around and Alistair could only nod in agreement before he glanced over at the stylist. Every other District 3 had to have done something similar, if Al was gonna do this, he was gonna do it big. "Why don't we find some way to harness the technology in the arena to give it more power or maybe just to shake things up a little. It can't be too tough to crack in. And even if it is, I like a bit of a challenge."
Post by Jaffe Maddox on Jul 24, 2014 21:22:30 GMT -6
Slowly Jaffe began to feel regret for her attack on Alistair, but pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind as she continued to work with the stylists. Then she heard Alistair's idea. "Alistair that's great!" she said excitedly, "We could take control of all the lights in the building." Maybe she was getting to him...
Post by Alistair Kingsley on Jul 24, 2014 21:32:42 GMT -6
"We'll take this little parade and make it a show." Really, he was dying to get his mind back into hacking and working with the tech, it seemed like this was his last real chance to be able to make a statement before the Games. "And I am not, I repeat, am not wearing any form of yellow. Not a good color. We should just keep that whole tech color scheme. Metallic silvers and all that."
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Cal Mensen: I believe you edit the post. You can either rewhisper to everyone (too much work), or copy and paste the whispers into public text. I'd imagine you'd want to give some sort of symbol or notation that they were once whispers.
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Holly Edison: READ ALL THE THINGS
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