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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 12:10:41 GMT -7
 it's a sin with no name
no remorse and no shame
fire fury and flame
it's a dangerous game
Anastasia had been acquaintances with some very popular people in the Capitol. She had been the sweet, innocent, charming bookstore owner after all, and that was exactly the image she wanted to possess. Because of her image and all the people that stopped into her store to buy books, she was invited to a lot of parties. Most of the time she politely declined, but other times she would accept. There was no popularity gain for her when she went to these parties, and if there was, she didn't care. All the brown-haired girl cared about was finding her next victim at the party.
The people she killed were usually males and most of them had done something that she didn't like. To her? No, not really. But someone who had wronged someone else, yes, that was what she did and how she killed. When her adopted father told her that killing was okay only if the victims had done something terrible, she knew that was what she had to do. He killed her parents because they had stolen thousands of dollars out of the hospital's supplies and he told her that because of that, they killed his wife because of lack of sanitary equipment during her surgery. Ana didn't care whether it was true or not, but that was a moral code she had to stand by--or felt compelled to do.
The night of the autumn festival was one that she was excited for. There had been a few people on her list for quiet a while now, and most of them would be there. She had this planned out for weeks now. This would only be her second time killing two people in the same night. She knew she had to be very careful or she could easily die. Ana put on a dark red dress and rose gold earrings. Her hair usually cooperated with her, so she didn't need to fix it since it was so short. And so she was off, innocent and elegant looking as she usually was.
The fall festival was beautiful. It always was. The warm colors of red, orange, and yellow loomed in the way of torches, sky lanterns, elegant dresses and suits, and festive fall food and drink. It was outside of the mansion of a famous plastic surgeon, Dr. Millon Wuster, who's whole home was painted orange for the occasion. It was nice that Anastasia was invited--she had made a lot of friends after all. She was so nice and never had a grudge with anyone. There were regular customers there, and she stopped and said hello to them. She kept her eye out for the two men, as if she could take care of one in the first half of the night and the second one in the second half of the night, that would be best.
The brown-haired girl made her way over to the champagne table. There was some very expensive things here, and Dr. Wuster must have been very wealthy all of his life. Anastasia grabbed a glass of the rose colored champagne. Someone else was getting some champagne as well, and she walked over to them with a smile. She needed to be sociable if she wasn't going to be suspected by anyone. "Are you enjoying the festival?" Ana asked. It was hopefully a conversation starter, and maybe she would end up with someone else in her networks.
WORD COUNT: 596
TAG: Open!
NOTES: Anyone can join! It's a fall festival, and it's open to anyone who lives in the Capitol/is a victor/was invited.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 20:39:52 GMT -7
There hadn't really been anything interesting to do in a couple of weeks, so when the girls at the beauty shop where Daylin worked invited her to some fall festival thing, she had accepted. She hadn't accepted because she particularly liked the girls or the idea of a Capitol festival, but mostly as something to do. It wasn't like the airheads that filled the shop would really notice whether she was into it or not. She wouldn't need to act much with them. Occasionally though, parties could provide some interesting company and situations. Going to a party was never much of a struggle, since she'd been forced to follow her parents to them since before she could walk.
The whole way over, the three other girls giggled and chatted excitedly. Daylin followed behind, only half paying attention to the excited conversations about their latest dates and that article in Capitol Couture about blue. They were all extravagantly dressed in a myriad of fall colors, and outwardly, Daylin fit right in. Her dress was a soft yellow with gentle swirls of sage green and brown. It showed off plenty of her legs and arms, as most of her wardrobe did. A spray of leaves were woven into her pink hair, half of which was twisted and pulled back artfully from her face by one of the girls she was attending with. Her makeup drew from the dress, in browns and yellows with just a little glitter. Outwardly, Daylin looked like an inviting girl brimming with charisma and charm. But all that only lasted until someone tried to talk to her.
Once at the party, the girls split up to find friends and seek out their various priorities. Daylin made her way through the crowd, recognizing a handuful of faces, and ultimately ended up at one of the drink tables. Picking up a champagne glass, she turned and gave a briefly misanthropic glare to the assembled crowd. While it was true that the people around her were often amused easily, a part of her always hated how easy it was for them - to laugh, to flirt, to actually like each other. Any sort of connection Daylin might acquire with another person required work and lies, and often wasn't worth either. She tried sometimes, she really did, but most of the time she felt that it was far easier to make a connection with the dead and dying than it was with the living.
A voice to her left pulled her from her thoughts, and Daylin turned toward the sound. "Enjoying?" she repeated, considering the word for a moment. "No. But I'm not hating it either." That was something, at least, and she saw no reason to be anything but honest. Daylin took a moment to look the girl over. Red dress, pretty, one of those sweet little smiles that could make almost anyone trust her. There was nothing overly extraordinary about her on initial inspection, but there was something else that pulled at Daylin, something that told her that maybe she shouldn't brush off this particular stranger. She couldn't have said what it was if you asked her, but for the most part, she had learned to acknowledge her gut and follow it. It didn't always necessarily keep her out of trouble, but her gut at least tended to lead her down interesting paths.
"But you are, aren't you? You'd rather be here than anywhere else in Panem right now." That was clear enough to Daylin. But was there honestly any other place in Panem she'd rather be? Not particularly. "Why?"
WC: 598
Tag: @anastasia
Notes: Still trying to get the right feel for Daylin, so we'll see how this goes!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 16:02:48 GMT -7
Ana had thought that the girl next to her would be at a more extravagant party with drugs. She looked like that kind of person, but she wasn't one to judge. The pink hair really suited the girl's pale skin. She had always loved the fashion in the Capitol. It was vibrant and strange. Anastasia would never dress anything like that though. It was so much easier to pass as an innocent, brown-haired girl than a rebellious, green skin hermaphrodite. She never judged the people who dressed or acted that way, but it was a lifestyle she never wanted to engage in.
The brown-eyed girl smiled. "There are a million places to enjoy a party in the Capitol. Why choose the one that only passes as mediocre?" It was true. She never got people who spent their time at places they despised or felt indifferent to. As much as she loved hunting down men, she also liked talking to people and enjoying the food and party. It was an experience that not everyone got to enjoy, so she spent the majority of her time at them. And she loved it. It was fun to her, especially when she was ready to kill. Those were the best parties. After all, without gossip, bribes, and assassinations, there would never be any good Capitol parties.
When she assumed that Ana was enjoying the party, she smiled. It was a pretty obvious thing to observe. Tonight she would have free alcohol, some of the best food in the Capitol, and have the scent of blood rushing her adrenaline. There was no where she would rather be. This was the life to her, and she wouldn't exchange it for a million dollars. "You're right, this is my favorite place to be right now. You can't pass up the extravagance and beauty of the party, and you definitely can't pass up the alcohol and gossip. It's a beautiful and exciting scene." She smiled and looked around. So many strangers in this place. To find her targets would be a challenge, but she has faced much more challenging men before. "Why are you here? Did Dr. Wuster invite you? He's a charming man."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2017 19:02:25 GMT -7
Half of Daylin's mouth pulled upward at the other woman's question. Why indeed. "One can't always be blissfully happy," she responded. It was true, but of course it wasn't the whole truth. It only licked the surface. While one couldn't always be blissfully happy, most people could be occasionally happy. Daylin struggled to be happy to any degree. The moments in which she truly felt good, felt alive, were extremely rare. You couldn't fill all of your every day with sex, death, and acting, so she had to find other things to do with her time. People still fascinated her, so she went where people went. Whether it was a low grade, drinking-themed party of the highest of Capitol functions didn't usually matter much. They each created different, interesting results by the end of the night.
The brunette answered Daylin's question in the affirmative, which wasn't surprising. So many people truly enjoyed parties for the fun they themselves could have at them. She imagined that this woman frequented many a party, and was one of those who was popular in several social circles. It occurred to her that if nothing else, it might be beneficial to put herself in good standing with a woman like this. To what end, she wasn't entirely sure, but the possibilities of use felt vast.
"I've yet to meet him," Daylin admitted when asked why she was here. She did recognizing the name of their host easily enough. "Epiphany Clarke secured my invitation as her plus one. She's the one over there in the lap of that mustached man with all the tassels." Daylin pointed toward her coworker, who was giggling with one arm around said man and the other holding a glassy of gold liquid. Daylin had gotten the invitation because, for whatever reason, Epiphany just adored her. She'd said that on more than one occasion - "I just adore you, Daylin dear." Daylin wasn't exactly sure why, since she was sure that the girl didn't get about half of what she said, but she accepted the friendship, if that's what it was. She'd been Epiphany's plus one to several other functions. She knew Epiphany enough to know that the girl was pretending to be much more drunk than she was right now, and it was a large part of the reason that Epiphany was such a great source of gossip. Anyone who recognized that name would no doubt be able to pair it with some grand drunk story.
"So you know our dear doctor then?" Daylin questioned. "It isn't true that he rather gets off on being tickled by feathers, is it?" She asked this in the same monotone in which she always spoke, but she was a bit curious. Epiphany had heard it from a friend who'd heard it from another friend's sister who'd once worked for Dr. Wuster. The friend's sister had claimed that dear old doc kept a little drawer of feathers in his bedroom for just such a use.
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Tag: @anastasia
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