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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 13:46:48 GMT -7
Kayle Candace
Kayle pulled a dark blue knit sweater over her head. It reached down to her thighs and did nothing to compliment her thin figure. She wore dark red and brown leggings with fall designs and tall brown boots that reached up to her knees. Completing her outfit, she wrapped a white fluffy scarf around her neck. She loved fall weather. It was the nicest time in the Capitol, though she wished to see it in other Districts. Perhaps a nice District like 12. Maybe not IN the District, but the forest that surrounded it. She saw in many pictures that during autumn, the leaves turned colors of yellow, orange, and red before turning brown and falling of the trees. They didn't have anything like that here. Well, not unless you counted the small parks and gardens scattered around the city. Though there were sparse trees in them. They were only for looks. They weren't raw. They weren't natural...
She let her hair cascade down her shoulders in waves. Checking the mirror once more before she left, she stopped. Should she be doing this? She had only met Seneca Crane once. It had been a few weeks ago, and it had been awkward. They stared at each other as if studying every molecule in their bodies, wondering if the other really existed. If it was all real. Or perhaps a dream. A bad dream. A dream that they wished they never had. During those days when she was learning the truth about her father, it seemed like her entire life was just a dream. Nothing about it was real. Had her father really been married to someone else before. Had Seneca Crane really been her father's son? How could her father, the most caring and loving man she'd ever known, be so cold-hearted as to leave his own flesh and blood? Kayle didn't know the whole story, she knew she didn't. And she knew better than to just ASSUME things. But she just couldn't believe that the man who had left a wife and son could be the same man she called "father". It just couldn't be.
But there was no denying it. Seneca Crane was basically the splitting image of her father. The papers also proved it. Marriage license. Pictures. And divorce papers. It was all there. She couldn't help but feel it was all lies though. Some intricate lie to hurt Kayle. Seneca Crane had no reason to lie, though. Seneca was rich on his own, he didn't need the Cadence's money, though they were vastly rich. Much richer than most people in the Capitol.
Cadence.
Seneca had once shared that name with her before Seneca's mother changed their names back to her maiden name. She sighed. It was now or never.
Kayle walked down the street a few blocks and turned right, her feet felt heavy as if she had wrapped them in lead. A few more steps took her to the restaurant they were meeting at. It was a quaint little place, perfect for luncheons. She walked inside and stopped at the podium at the front where the Hostess stood.
"I'm in a party with Seneca Crane," Kayle stated, noting the time and how she was already 30 minutes late. When the lady lead her to a small table, she stared at the face of the man she'd seen countless time on television.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2014 17:10:17 GMT -7
Seneca had set aside some planned time for lunch today. Even he needed a lunch break or else he'd be cranky and hardly useful for his actual job. But he couldn't set aside too long as he had quite a lot of work to do. The Games were started, things needed to be done to keep those running smoothly. He was expected to be present more often than not and he would be. Still he'd made an arrangement with someone today. A lunch break chat, hopefully about business and sponsors. Of course the person invited was not normally one he did business with. Any type of discussion really, he had only met her once. It hadn't been the most pleasant of meetings. Normally it was business to do with the Games or possibly a short date if he had time between Games. And he hadn't this time. No thus time it was his sister. Up until recently he would have claimed himself an only child. In fact all of his interviews that had asked about family had not even a hint at the circumstances surround his father. And that included leaving out the half sister that had pretty much stolen his father from him.
The Head Gamemaker had taken his lunch as scheduled, shown up for his reservation at the place on time. He was an organized person and schedules were everything. With so much work to do his days were laid out before-hand to maximize the use of his time. This lunch date he'd given an hour at maximum, not wanting to be away for too long but also wanting at least at some point to truly give her a chance. When he scheduled this day he'd wanted it but now he wasn't so certain. What harm would it do to leave things be. To just keep on his own way? She was a teenager and he had himself a good life. It was his father's loss but... something longed for things he hadn't had before. Hadn't had for years. Maybe being kind to his daughter could be the first step that way. Or at least it felt like it could be useful. The news of his father's health was what brought him to even admit he had this part of his family. Now he was faced with a choice. To go on without them or to try and make amends. Even with the half sister who in the back of his mind had been the worst thing he could possibly think of even before meeting her. Here he'd chosen to give things a chance... change things up and stop being so stubborn.
Of course it turned out to be immediate disappointment for Seneca. He gave her a time to meet and yet here he was a half hour later, eating his food on his own and not entirely sure that she'd show at all. He had waited a few minutes for her before he had actually ordered food, but he wasn't willing to wait the whole time. If he did that he may never get to actually eat today. Between bites and sips of his drink he glanced toward the entrance to see if she had shown. A part of him doubted she would at all and even hoped that he would remain alone for the rest of his allotted hour. He could eat in peace and then his anger toward her would be much more easily justified. She would have blown off their meeting, he was there, it was her fault. Then he wouldn't have to convince himself to really deal with Charity Cadence any more. She'd introduced herself as Kayle but he was one for formalities. Particularly with people he wasn't all that close to. It seemed life was trying to confuse him though, as after thirty minutes there came the red haired teenager to come meet him. His gaze fell on her and the man leaned back with his drink in his hand, sipping a bit more and watching her quite critically. He'd taken a pause from his work to come here, that should have been obvious between his strict time he tried to emphasize or the fact that the Games had started and his title as Head Gamemaker was not at all a secret. She had the nerve to make him wait for her... but he kept his calm still as he watched her approach.
The man wore his customary read and black outfit, clean as ever, his hair and beard done without a hair out of place. He looked his best, as he always tried to present himself. Especially in public. And at least she had the decency to show dressed fairly nice. Or show at all. The man reached to the table, setting the glass down next to his plate. "How nice of you to join me, Ms. Cadence." Seneca said with a slight nod and motioning with his hand for her to sit with him at the table. He didn't remember really having that last name, didn't think about it, and was simply keeping things business-like rather than emotional with her. He spoke politely, calmly, almost too much so. "I don't have too much time I can be away." He reminded her as if assuming she didn't understand that fact. She was a teenager she probably thought everyone else should wait for her and when she was ready. But he had more important things to deal with. His mind was constantly prioritizing his activities and this had fallen quite low on the list. If he wasn't hungry he would have already left.
"You said you wanted to speak of sponsor things to do with the Games, was that all?" He asked after being quiet for a moment. He was curious just what she wanted to say before he'd share his thoughts and what he would like to say to her. But to start completely on business seemed the calmest way to approach things. words// 1002 tags// @charity notes// Someone isn't very patient with late teenage girls. Assumed it was a private meeting but it can be otherwise and I can change stuff. Just getting this post finished to close one of my tabs.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2014 8:35:51 GMT -7
Kayle Candace
Before Seneca could say a word, Kayle offered an apology.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting," she said as she sat down. But then suddenly scoffed at his attitude that reminded her of their current Headmaster(/mistress).
"Well, MISTER Crane," she stressed out the word, looking at his meal. "I hope I don't take up too much of your precious time, then." Kayle looked at the menu quickly before ordering a blackened salmon sandwich with everything, but no condiments. As soon as the waiter had left, Seneca was down to business. She couldn't hide the look of aggravation her face. Kayle sighed, rolling her eyes slightly.
"Yes, as you probably know I was the Escort for District 11 for this current game, and I wanted to know how best to go about finding Sponsors for them. I would have asked one of the regular escorts, but they seemed put off about the entire thing and didn't seem to want to help at all. --- BUT, based on your demeanor it doesn't look like you'd want to help either. So, I suppose we're just wasting each others time."
Kayle didn't lose eye contact until the waiter came back with her sandwich.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2014 3:42:50 GMT -7
Seneca watched her carefully, her apology meaning very little to him in the scale of everything. She could apologize, but her lateness only proved to him how little their meeting actually meant to his half sister. And calling her a sister would make him cringe. She wasn't his family. Family wasn't about blood, it was the people who were around for you. This girl had, although not one bit on purpose, taken from him more than she could ever give back. The fact that he was here even considering speaking to her was a miracle. Especially with how much work there was to be done on the Games. It was only later tonight that he'd also have to leave his important job for another social event. There was a feeling that he would be socially exhausted by the end of today. Likely before it all ended. This wasn't the greatest of starts, and his job itself was social enough. If giving orders to a team of forty or so technicians and wandering the control room was considered social activity anyways.
"Well, it is good that you acknowledge your lateness as a negative aspect of the day." The man tried to ignore the fact of her attitude. There was a reason he wasn't a fan of most teenagers. Attitudes being one of those. "My time is precious. Every moment I'm away from the Games there are increased odds of a mistake being made," he leaned forward again for a moment to take a bite of his food before he continued, "and we don't need any more mistakes. So I stick to my schedule, it isn't my problem you can't do the same." Although his tone kept that calm and polite level it generally always had, there was just a bit of bitterness laced within the words. Sure he may exaggerate his use really in every moment of the Games. Both the technician and Gamemaker teams were more than capable. But last Games mistakes and current threats... He felt like it was all on him because it was. The last thing he wanted was some lunch date with his sister to ruin it.
Luckily she got to her business after ordering food. He'd hoped she would, as they didn't have too long. But he gave a bit of a sigh and looked down to pick at his food a bit more rather than speaking right away. He wasn't normally the type to deal with sponsors on the sales end. Well, he'd dealt with selling them on certain items but not in actually convincing them to buy. That was the mentor's and escorts' jobs. But as Kayle spoke it seemed they weren't doing what they were supposed to. "First of all, the mentors are supposed to help with that. And I don't understand this high school student escort thing. Frankly I don't really care but it is odd." He ate a bit more, considering how he would actually help her. The Games were more interesting when sponsors got involved. It turned the odds around quite often. Kept some guessing, and kept many more interested than they would be if it always remained predictable. Predictable was boring. Boring didn't please the Capitol or Snow.
"First of all, I don't sponsor anyone. Not usually. I think I did once and my judgement was poor..." He trailed off as he considered it, shrugging some when he couldn't think of a particular name. It obviously wasn't that important of a thing. He couldn't even remember which year it was. He looked back to meet her gaze, silent a moment longer. "Potential sponsors are everywhere. Look around you, anyone in this place has got some deep pockets, or purses, to dig into. The key is selling your tribute. Make them want to help him. Whether that is based on his skills and potential for winning, or making them feel sorry for him, get them to like the tribute enough that they'll pull out that cash when he needs it." He glanced around the room toward a couple of groups enjoying lunch time drinks together. It was a nice place, although not the nicest he had visited either. He'd been to the top places around town though, and they always felt stuffy the further up on the "nice" scale that they went. "And you best put on your own charm. They won't care about the tribute if they hate you." words// 741 tags// @charity notes// Seneca sponsor winning advice. probably not too helpful but it's not his thing. He tends to avoid dealing with sponsors and the mentors. We saw how that worked at the party. xD
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2014 16:02:51 GMT -7
Kayle Candace
Kayle picked up her fork and knife, cutting into the sandwich. She was perhaps the only person she knew that ate sandwiches with a fork and knife, but she hated to touch food because of the grease. It was a pet peeve of hers which she's had for as long as she could remember. Texture and feel of grease on her finger tips was something that made her cringe and frustrated.
'Aren't we all high and mighty?' Kayle thought to herself as she refrained herself from saying it out loud brazenly. Instead she just smirked and shook her head, watching him speak. "Wow," she finally said with a scoff. "You sound so much like Dad it's borderline frightening." Kayle rolled her eyes, "I'm sorry that my personal life is putting such a damper on your work. Having my father die and fighting with my mother to stop her from killing herself isn't exactly what I would call a good time." She stopped and breathed, the air forceful on her lungs as she shook her head. As she breathed out, she allowed herself to calm and clear her mind.
"My charms, hm?" she said eating a piece of the sandwich from her fork. "Unfortunately, it seems as if I've inherited the Crane family charm, or lack of." Kayle gave him a sarcastic smile, her eyebrows raising slightly as she tilted her head to the side.
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