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Dec 12, 2015 20:55:06 GMT -6
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Post by Cal Mensen on Dec 12, 2015 20:55:06 GMT -6
Cal paused, considering his options. He draws his hand through her hair, straightening it behind her, clearing her face.
"You know I can. I've may have a lead through through Eloise. Would she happen to be part of her alliance? If not, I could be wasting our time."
He moves in for a kiss, stops short and drops to a whisper.
"Tell me what you want, I'd like to help."
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Post by Gwendolyn Fisk on Dec 12, 2015 22:01:53 GMT -6
Gwen hums as she thinks. "It would be nice to know if Millie is serious about making another Primrose Accord. It seems like an interesting concept. What do you think?" She closes the distance for a quick peck on the lips. The intimacy of the moment was starting to get a little uncomfortable. She gets up to get the eggs and coffee. What was she doing? Was this something she wanted? She sat back down and handed Cal a plate and cup.
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Dec 12, 2015 23:13:04 GMT -6
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Post by Cal Mensen on Dec 12, 2015 23:13:04 GMT -6
As Gwen sits up, Cal buries his face in the couch. He might have went to far. As she begins to speak, he flips over, listening patiently. He sits up straight as she hands her the plate.
"I'm afraid I'm not aware of the accord. What would it entail?"
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Post by Gwendolyn Fisk on Dec 12, 2015 23:47:33 GMT -6
Gwen shrugged, "The Accord was something Millie and her group of tributes crated. I was looking at some of the footage the other day. Seems like she had the idea that if we don't play the game then there are no games and no one has to die. I just want to know if it's her plan. It doesn't seem like she's trying to get anyone else in on it. If I could just talk to her..."
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Dec 13, 2015 0:29:41 GMT -6
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Post by Cal Mensen on Dec 13, 2015 0:29:41 GMT -6
"That's... bold, to say the least."
Cal sipped on his coffee, reflecting on the idea. The Games always seemed like a fact of life, a constant that accompanied all possibilities. His expression loses color, lost in thought.
Why am I doubting myself? Is this my end, or a way out?
His eyes turn to Gwen, taking a deep breath, calm but focused.
"Do you believe the accord could work? Would they turn anyone away?"
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Dec 13, 2015 0:44:50 GMT -6
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Post by Cal Mensen on Dec 13, 2015 0:44:50 GMT -6
OOC: Just found the roof exchange, keeping up now lol. We can end this thread and start a new one after your meeting if that helps.
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Post by Gwendolyn Fisk on Dec 13, 2015 22:03:37 GMT -6
(OOC: We can for time continuity.)
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Dec 13, 2015 22:39:51 GMT -6
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Post by Cal Mensen on Dec 13, 2015 22:39:51 GMT -6
OOC: Let's finish this thread, role-playing has slown down this weekend. Can you start the new thread?
IC: Cal finishes his food, still mulling over the accord. He places the plate aside, and stands over Gwen.
"I'm going to try and make more contacts before the interviews. Flip through some more files."
He relaxes into a smile, runs his hand through her hair.
"Last night was fun. I'm glad we got to have that. See you later tonight?"
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Post by Gwendolyn Fisk on Dec 14, 2015 18:13:11 GMT -6
Gwen started, she grinned up at him, "Yea, last night was pretty great. Maybe we could do that again before our impending doom? I'll try talking to Millie today if I see her around."
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Post by Cal Mensen on Dec 14, 2015 18:27:52 GMT -6
Cal gives him a quick kiss on the lips, trying to keep a grin down.
"See you then."
He strides out the hotel room, almost dancing. Times like these, he forgets he's even here.
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