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Post by Reese Oberron on Dec 7, 2015 2:32:35 GMT -6
It had begun to get a little chilly but otherwise the weather was perfect. The clouds were having a dance of their own with the moon, every so often completely covering it only for it to reemerge a few minutes later. Realizing that the lights of the city drown out the stars, Reese was a little upset that she couldn't quite see as many as she'd hoped. The quiet was nice but she could have used some company and for ever so brief a moment she caught herself missing home & wondered if she'd ever see it again.
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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 7, 2015 15:36:50 GMT -6
After having climbed down the ladder successfully the generous amount of liquor in her veins caused her to stumble on a few steps. Picking herself up she noticed someone who seemed to be occupying the small nook under the stairs. "Sorry for all the banging about," she smiled, "I'm still a bit...happy from the party." Val extended her hand, "Hi I'm Valaria but most people just call me Val!" She glanced back at the ladder, "And Demetri Messer should be following behind me any second!" |
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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 7, 2015 16:45:49 GMT -6
((OOC: HAHA I just realized this said Under the STARS not Under the STAIRS. Sorry about that...))
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Post by Reese Oberron on Dec 7, 2015 17:37:13 GMT -6
"Hey Val!" Noticing her slur ever so slightly, "Looks like you indulged a little bit more than I was able to. By the time I came back to the bar you were all gone but sounds like you all had a great time, sorry I missed out."
"I'm Reese by the way." Shaking her hand, "Us fancy haired folk gotta stick together. You're from District 8 right? I think about home a lot, not sure whether I'd rather be here or there right now. Not gonna lie, pretty nervous about how this is all gonna turn out."
(OOC: that's the booze talking though right : P chalk it up to slurring)
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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 7, 2015 17:48:04 GMT -6
Val Chuckled a bit, "I think we're all about nervous," she grinned, "That's what the booze is for."
"Nice to meet ya Reese," she added as the handshake concluded, "and yes I DO have to compliment you on your hair."
She thought on Reese's last statement for a second, "Between a slow inevitable death in a poverty stricken district and a quick yet violent death in the arena it really is hard to choose..."
"BUT," she added suddenly, "Right now it does us no good to burden ourselves with questions of mortality and all that stuff when there's fun to be had!"
She glanced back at the ladder, "Beardl- *ahem* Demetri should be down here any second." Val smiled at Reese, "He likes interesting people and you are quite interesting..."
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Post by Reese Oberron on Dec 7, 2015 18:23:13 GMT -6
"Hah! That turned morbid fast." Reese grinned, "You don't happen to have a drink or smoke stashed in that jacket of yours do you? Snagged a few bottles myself at the banquet when nobody was looking but left them back in my room."
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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 7, 2015 18:25:12 GMT -6
Val frowned playfully, "Sadly no all the liquor is back in the loading docks where we're hanging out."
"As for cigarettes we had a bet and now Dante has to steal some from the Game Master,' she laughed.
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Post by Reese Oberron on Dec 7, 2015 19:15:21 GMT -6
"Steal some from the gamemaster!?! That would be a sight to see, he pulls that off and they ought to call the games off entirely to save face!."
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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 7, 2015 19:21:49 GMT -6
"It was Demetri's idea," she laughed.
"I always assumed District One people would be stuffy and a bit elitist..." she mused, "but he would fit perfectly in District 8!"
"I mean he'd probably be a bit saddened about the lack of those private clubs he was on about," she grinned, "but I think he would be able to deal."
And then with a laugh she added, "Though I still think that's just a fancy name for strip clubs."
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Post by Demetri Messer on Dec 8, 2015 11:09:46 GMT -6
"Did someone say strip clubs?"
Demetri hopped down to the landing, hitting the metal grate with a loud thud. "Oh look, it's Blue times 2! How are there so many attractive tributes this year? Y'all making this a lot tougher than I expected."
Demetri squeezed in to the nook under the stairs under the stars. "So did I hear you guys talking about scars? I've got a gnarly one from a barbed wire fence."
Demetri lifted the side of his shirt to show a jagged six inch scar on his side.
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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 8, 2015 14:09:49 GMT -6
Somewhere above her head she heard someone shout about strip clubs. "Speak of the devil," Val grinned as Demetri jumped into view, "Demetri this is Reese. She asked about cigarettes so I was just about to fill her in on the details of Dante's quest."
She was a little caught off guard though when Demetri lifted up his shirt. I mean...it was a nice view but damn those were some intense scars...
"Why the heck were you crawling around on top of a barbed wire fence Beardly?"
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Post by Reese Oberron on Dec 8, 2015 14:12:58 GMT -6
"And here I was all my life thinking that barbed wire was only native to the outer districts!" Reese chuckled.
"Wasn't having much luck in the training room but I'm glad I was still able to find a way to make it hard on you somehow right?"
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Post by Demetri Messer on Dec 9, 2015 10:25:51 GMT -6
"I nearly escaped prison," he said coolly. "Twice. They realized they couldn't contain me so they sent me here, which has turned out to be a lot more fun than a death sentence in my opinion."
"And I wouldn't worry about the training room. It's designed for dweebs who have never even held a weapon before. You can't actually learn anything in a day beyond what it feels like to pull back a bowstring. Either of you ever been in a fight before?"
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Post by Reese Oberron on Dec 9, 2015 13:14:29 GMT -6
"A fight? Not really, or at least not what I would call a fight. Sure I tussled with other kids in my district, but nothing serious. It's fucked up y'know there'd be two kids fighting in the dirt over a crust of bread, just choking one another or slugging it out until one of em couldn't keep going. Meanwhile out here in the capitol I've probably seen more food in the last two days than I'd seen all of last year back home."
Reese paused, and eyed him up and down. Could she open up to this guy...
What did it matter? "That scar you've got, the one from the barbed wire... I've got a few like that." She turned around at the waist and lifted her shirt halfway up her back, revealing scars and lash marks that probably went all the way up past where her shirt still was. "Back home you either choked each other out in the street over scraps, or you stole what you could from the crops. I might not have been in many fights, but when I got caught stealing I still took a beating. Just teaches you to try and stay lucky and not get caught y'know?"
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Post by Demetri Messer on Dec 9, 2015 20:39:12 GMT -6
Demetri nodded approvingly. “For sure. You gotta learn from your mistakes, but keep doing what you do. Ain’t enough time to sit around feeling sorry for ourselves.”
“I like you," he added. "You may not be the best fighter, but you’re cute and you're tough, and that’s much more important. I saw you messing with the plants in the skill session. You really look like you know what you’re doing. If we find each other in the arena we should make a deal. You keep us warm and fed, and I’ll fight off anyone who comes near. In fact we’ve got a whole team going and the only thing we're missing is a gatherer type. What do you think? Allies for now?”
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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 9, 2015 21:47:46 GMT -6
“I like you," he added. "You may not be the best fighter, but you’re cute and you're tough, and that’s much more important. I saw you messing with the plants in the skill session. You really look like you know what you’re doing. If we find each other in the arena we should make a deal. You keep us warm and fed, and I’ll fight off anyone who comes near. In fact we’ve got a whole team going and the only thing we're missing is a gatherer type. What do you think? Allies for now?” Val was pleased to hear that she had been correct in assuming Demetri would like this tribute, "Hey if you want you could meet us up on this same roof tomorrow. We're going to be having a smoke party," she smiled. "which is basicaly just a bunch of people and cigarettes." " Buuuut if you decide to ally with us..." she added playfully, "You COULD help us steal said cigarettes from the gamemaker later tonight..." |
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Post by Reese Oberron on Dec 9, 2015 22:04:41 GMT -6
"I think I can get behind that. I still feel like Vester has got an ace up his sleeve and it waiting to shake this all up somehow, we'll see how that plays out I guess."
"... and I could definitely go for a smoke, that's for certain."
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Post by Valeria DeMasque on Dec 9, 2015 22:08:23 GMT -6
"Think we should tell her the way to the Loading Docks Beardly?" she asked looking up at Demetri.
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Post by Demetri Messer on Dec 9, 2015 23:47:55 GMT -6
"Yeah, hope you don't mind a little squeeze," he winked at Reese. "You'll see when you get there." "So what're you girls thinking for tonight? Got any plans?" For a good time, head to the loading dock. Password is 2975
For a great time, head to my hotel room. Password is 3450 |
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