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Post by Millie Cartwright on Dec 8, 2015 18:10:06 GMT -6
Millie had been doing a lot of thinking today. Things were happening that...while she was excited about them...worried her. Was this year just doomed to be a repeat of her own trial. "Do I really want to get attached all over again." She tried her best to push these thoughts out of her head. "No," she reassured herself, "This was the year. Succeed or fail this was the year."
She laid down on a bench beside a familiar flowering plant. Its smell brought back memories she didn't care to remember but she would need them if she was to succeed.
This was where she had met Kimber after all. It was a nice place. Not a place to worry.
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Post by Reese Oberron on Dec 9, 2015 0:42:02 GMT -6
As soon as she thought nobody was watching Reese ducked around a corner and let out a sigh as she leaned against the wall. Coast is clear.
Wincing slightly she pulled her hand out of her pocket. The bleeding had stopped from where the needle pierced her but she still felt a throbbing pain up her arm. "There is no way I'm calling a medic about this," she lamented while placing the ingredients into the mortar and pestle.
Create a salve. (Scavenge +2)
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Post by Reese Oberron on Dec 9, 2015 0:47:37 GMT -6
"Yeah, that ought to do the trick! Feeling better already... Damn blowdart!" Saying the last part a little louder than she intended as she realized she heard some sort of rustling nearby within the garden.
"Oh... uh hey Millie... how much of that did you just catch?" Then before giving her much time to answer, Reese changed the subject. "I'm Reese!" She extended her hand and then thinking for a moment withdrew it. "I'd shake your hand or something but you probably just saw most that and it is still a bit grimy. I recognized you right away from the games, what are you even doing here in the capitol? You're not participating are you? Cause I could sure use some advice if you've got a moment."
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Post by Vester Lombard on Dec 9, 2015 17:42:43 GMT -6
"Hello, Millie."
Vester strode into the garden, straight past Reese.
"I see you've taken on a sort of mentor role for some of my players. How sweet," he said dryly, glancing at Reese in the corner of his eye. "It's sure quiet out here, don't you think? I wonder if everyone's walled up in their hotel rooms or hanging out in some secret holes somewhere. Would you care to walk with me?"
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Post by Gwendolyn Fisk on Dec 9, 2015 19:30:06 GMT -6
Gwen spotted Vester heading into the rose garden. Curious, she decided to sneak in behind him to see what he was up to.
Spy +2:
6gfdr4B41d8 + 2 = 6
Gwen leaned a bit too far into a stand with a potted plant, trying to get close enough to hear Vester and Millie. The pot wobbled. She caught it just in tome before it decided to take a leap of faith to the ground. She held her breath, hoping the others didn't hear or notice.1d8
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Post by Millie Cartwright on Dec 9, 2015 21:57:19 GMT -6
"Vester..." she said with a sickly sweet grin, "to what do I owe the immense favor of your attention?"
"I simply thought that after my resistance to take part in last years media coverage I might as well help you get your monies worth out of a previous victor..." she said standing up from the bench.
She only came up to about Vester's mid chest but her aura seemed to extend above his head, "Where did you have in mind for our...walk...gamemaker?"
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Post by Vester Lombard on Dec 9, 2015 22:23:10 GMT -6
Vester raised an arm, gesturing with an open palm towards the rows of lattices covered in roses. Between them was a narrow walkway that led to the back of the garden that was densely covered in dark green foliage. As they walked, Vester turned to Millie with a friendly smile.
“I have a feeling this will be my favorite Hunger Games, do you feel the same? I’d love to hear your full analysis of this year’s tributes. Who do you think has a shot this year?”
When he thought they were out of earshot of Reese, Vester continued quietly, “A little jabberjay told me what you wrote on the wall of the library. Nothing is safe from the eyes of the Capitol. You will not take my last Game from me, Millie. I promise you that.”
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Post by Millie Cartwright on Dec 9, 2015 22:33:36 GMT -6
Millie was taken aback. As angry as he sounded THIS was kind for him. By all accounts with the shenanigans she had been pulling Millie had expected him to be leading her to a firing squad.
She laughed politely for the cameras, "Ya know Vester, with the way he's been parading around the building you'd almost think that AGNI had his eye on winning the arena again this year."
She smiled, "And given the chance I'm sure he would."
But there was something in particular he said. Something whispered in her ear that made not even the least bit of sense. Despite herself she whispered back.
"LAST game?" she whispered in genuine confusion, "What would the capitol do without the gamemaker? You practically ARE the games.
Surely the capitol wouldn't want to loose someone of your...talents."
She briefly considered telling him that the particular graffiti in question hadn't been her doing for once but decided against it. And since when has the Capitol ever taken any of my stances as anything to be worried about," she asked dryly.
"We had an agreement," she added, "i stay all bright and shiny for the camera's after last years alcohol debacle." She shuddered a little thinking about the depressive slump last years game had brought her. "and you don't hassle me about my opinions as long as I don't spread them across the airwaves or town square."
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Post by Gwendolyn Fisk on Dec 10, 2015 19:33:10 GMT -6
Gwen was mystified by the conversation. Graffiti on the library wall? Vester's last game? She was hoping they would continue so she could make sense of this mess.
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Post by Wren Hartwood on Dec 11, 2015 8:39:12 GMT -6
Wren had wondered through the garden, remembering his quiet stroll through there on his way to the feast. He spotted Millie and Vester having a quiet conversation, and was that Gwen sneaking around?
He decided to just be upfront. "Hey, Millie! Long time no see. Oh, good evening Mr. Lombard." Wren have a respectful nod.
"I hope I'm not interrupting any important Game talk. If that's the case, I'll just be on my way..."
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