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Post by Marina Nikolay on Nov 12, 2017 23:50:27 GMT -7
Marina drummed her long, painted fingernails on the glass desk. Thankfully, from her spot there, she was facing the wall, unable to see something like a clock or a window which would make her want to leave the meeting even more. Already, she felt like a permanent fixture in the room, like she would be immortalized in stone there if she sat in the same seat listening to the same old man droning on and on about the importance of the new Games for another second longer. When Marina accepted the job as an Escort for the Games, the meetings weren’t something she expected. At first, as soon as the Games had been decided on as A Thing That Was Definitely Going to Happen Eventually and the appointments to positions within the world of the Games began, so did the conferences. They were weekly at first, a nice and entertaining novelty in Marina’s life. She liked to go and listen to others speak and eat the food that was brought in. As the frequency of the meetings increased, though, so did her annoyance with them. Now, as the Games were drawing incredibly close, Marina absolutely loathed going. Each morning it was harder and harder to pull her body from the warm, comfortable allure of her plush bed. Though the ideas of the Games were somewhat concerning, she was eager for them to start so that all the planning would be complete. For a great deal of the meeting, she’d studied the pattern of wood grain of a bookcase in the corner of the room, not hearing a single word that anyone had said so far. Finally noticing something resembling interest among the people around her, she turned in. ”…have been posted outside. You may check the lists as soon as the meeting has been adjourned.” Marina’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment. She really hadn’t been paying attention. With a shy and regretful smile, she leaned over to the man beside her. Covering her mouth with one hand and directing her whispered words to him, she asked, ”What’s posted outside?”In something terribly unlike a whisper, the man responded, drawing half of the room’s attention to the pair. ”District appointments for Escorts, Stylists, and Trainers.” She nodded in response, not wanting to bring about another exchange between the two. Thankfully, before he could embarrass her more, the meeting closed and all the attendees were dismissed. Eager to leave and full of energy and excitement to see her placement, Marina rushed outside to see the list. She found the “Escorts” row, then slid down until she found her name. Marina Nikolay was neatly printed directly across from District 4. She smiled, pleased with the result. Part of her had hoped that she would be able to travel back to her home District. Next, she slid her finger across the list, trying to find the names of her team members, inadvertently doing a better job at the task than she intended to. Her nail touched another woman’s, hovering above the name ”Sa Nchi”. Marina smiled, drawing her finger back with a laugh. ”Sorry about that,” she apologized. Marina waited for a moment until the name was uncovered. Sara Bianchi. Marina’s smile widened a little. ”It’s Sara then, right?” she asked. Marina stuck out her hand enthusiastically. ”I’m Marina, the Escort for the team in 4.”Words: 602 Tags: @sara |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2017 16:33:13 GMT -7
Sara stared at the woman beside her and nodded like an idiot. It took her far too long to realize the woman’s hand was extended, and Sara flushed when she shook it. Marina Nikolay. They’d been in high school together, though she doubted the other girl remembered it. Freshman year, Sara had a huge crush on her, but they had never once spoken. Growing up in the Capitol, Sara had always been taught a healthy amount of disdain for those who had come from the Districts, even the wealthy ones like the Nikolays who supported the government as much as Sara’s brother. “Yeah,” she said now though. “Yeah, I’m Sara.” That was stupid. The woman already knew her name. Was she supposed to keep this conversation going? It wasn’t really necessary right, and the longer she stared at Marina, the more she remembered her girlish crush. And then there were words coming out of her mouth that Sara knew had not stopped by her brain. “We should get to know each other. Would you like to get lunch?”A second later, Sara realized that sounded like she was asking the other woman out, and she most definitely was NOT doing that. “I mean, just because we’re like working together. Um, we can find the other person too. We can all hang out maybe? Or not if you’re busy, which I’m sure you are.”Words: 242 Tags: Marina Nikolay |
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Post by Marina Nikolay on Nov 19, 2017 19:14:09 GMT -7
Marina grinned easily at the other woman’s words. Adapting to life in the Capitol had been easy. Becoming a faux socialite and engaging in strange formalities like “brunch” and “afternoon tea” came easily to Marina. Introductions weren’t excluded from the wide range of social skills she’d blossomed into. That was probably why she was an Escort, after all.
”No, no,” Marina offered with a bit of a surprised laugh, not expecting the awkwardness from a fellow Capitolite. Nevertheless, she was understanding. ”I’d love to get to know you,” she added, her grin becoming a bit spicy. It was easy to flirt, to make herself like the other Capitolite women. Not wanting to scare the other woman, she dialed it down immediately, settling into a much less offensive and calm demeanor. ”Sorry,” she laughed, ”Lunch does sound fantastic though. I’m not busy.”
Marina glanced at the list to look for other names in the team, trying to decide if they, too, could be lunch material. The decision came quickly enough when the director of the meetings piped up in his high, squeaky voice again. It made Marina want to gauge out her eardrums. She turned to Sara, a pained look on her face. ”How immediate was your offer?” she asked desperately, incredibly sick of the director’s voice.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2017 21:49:36 GMT -7
That…that was in her head, right? The past five minutes had not just happened. Sure, Sara’s blundering offer of lunch was believable but the flirty reply? Uh… “Um, now?” Sara heard herself asking. “Now is good.”Now was amazing and unbelievable. Of course, she was sure Marina talked to everyone that way. It was the lingua franca of the Capitol to flirt and smile and tease one’s way through life. Sara had never quite gotten the hang of it, and she supposed her brother was at least partially at fault. Sure, as a kid she’d been picked on, and he’d stood up for her, but now she kind of wished she had learned something about human interaction instead of hiding behind Michele. And then, Sara heard herself talking before she was really processing the words. Her brain had short-circuited, and her mouth was just speaking without any impulse control. “There’s a little café just down the street. It’s a cat café, where they have cats everywhere? And it’s really nice, if you’ve never been or if you have…”
She was babbling again, but this time she managed to cut herself off. She had to fix this somehow. Usually she could at least maintain a façade of the cool demeanor the Capitol women wore. If she could summon that again, it would be fine. “Just, uh, follow me.” She turned on her heel, and her steps clicked against the marble tiles. Don’t look back. Either she’s coming or she isn’t. Words: 249 Tags: Marina Nikolay |
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Post by Marina Nikolay on Nov 19, 2017 22:41:32 GMT -7
Marina sighed gratefully at Sara’s offer. She worried for a moment that she’d have to sneak off and eat on her own, which everyone knew was at least half less fun than when done with someone else. Even if she would’ve been tragically alone, Marina would’ve went anyway. The director was too much for one sitting, and she physically could not bear a single moment longer in his presence. She needed a nice lunch in a restaurant that was not a board room with background noise that was not chatter about the Games.
At Sara’s offer, she grinned. ”Cat cafe?” she repeated, ’I heard that correctly, then, I guess. That’s wild, the things they come up with these days.” Following the war, the Capitol started to rebuild in some fantastic and strange ways, with crazy new restaurants and shops opening up on every block. ”It sounds great,” Marina affirmed, following into step behind Sara.
Their heels clicked in unison down the rich marble floor, neither of them trying to hide their exit as they were among many others doing something similar. ”So,” Marina said as she took her place beside Sara, ”are you nervous for the Games? I feel like it’s going to be crazy.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 21:45:20 GMT -7
Finally! Something she could talk about! Well, all right, she couldn’t share every opinion and certainly not the doubts she had. But it was something at least, a topic they had in common. “It’s an…interesting concept. I think, well, there has to be some punishment, doesn’t there? I mean it only makes sense.”Sara was quiet, looking out the window as she took a sip of her cappuccino. One of the store’s cats bounded up to sit in her lap, and she stroked it idly. It was strange - discussing the Games here in a place so removed from all that. A quiet café with jazz playing that seemed like a separate entity from the rest of the Capitol with all the hustle and bustle. Sara loved the high fashion, yes, and she could scarcely believe that she would be designing for the very first Hunger Games, but there remained the touch of doubt. She was only twenty herself, and where would she be if not for her brother and her rich parents? She smiled back at Marina though. Marina was real and here and beautiful and miraculously interested. There was no point in dwelling on the kids who would participate in the games. They shouldn’t affect her except by catapulting her designs into the scene of the Capitol. A few months from now, everyone would wear a label with her name on it. “Sorry, lost in thought. Are you stressed about escorting? It seems like a big job.” She smiled as she spoke, leaning forward ever so slightly and twirling a strand of hair around her finger. If she worked with Marina during the Games, it didn’t matter what doubts she had about the Games themselves. This part of her life would be wonderful. Words: 295 Tags: Marina Nikolay |
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Post by Marina Nikolay on Nov 22, 2017 22:43:51 GMT -7
Marina cocked her head to the side a bit as she considered Sara’s words. ”Yes… that’s right.” It’s what everyone else in the Capitol said, anyway. ”It seems like a payment, you know? If the Districts hadn’t rebelled, we wouldn’t have lost innocent children in the Capitol.” Marina paused to take a drink out of her white mug. When she returned it to its spot on the table, her berry colored lipstick had stained the rim of the mug in the shape of her lips. ”What’s that saying? I heard my grandma say it once… something like - oh, what is it?” Marina bit at her lip as she thought, grinning as she finally remembered the saying. ”An eye for an eye. That’s it. Makes sense, don’t you think?”
Marina returned to her warm cup and watched as a cat was drawn to Sara’s lap. The animals never seemed to like her, so she tended to appreciate them from afar, just as she was doing in that moment. With Sara, the moment felt relaxed, calming. It was just what Marina needed after a long, ugly morning of meetings.
She smiled at Sara’s question, excited about the chance to speak about her job. It never got old because she never lost any excitement about the massive opportunity she’d been granted. ”Oh, no, not at all!” she replied cheerfully. ”It’s a big job, but that’s why I like it. Responsibility will feel nice, and, besides, it’s the bigger jobs that get the notoriety. What magazine will write a piece on the Avox that mops the floors of the Training Centers? No, everyone will want to hear from the stylists and escorts. I can’t even imagine what our job offers might look like after his Games.”
Marina smiled blissfully, deeply comforted by the idea of a secure future. At first, truthfully, the idea of the Games had been unsettling. But the people who should know about those types of things thought the Games would do the nation some good, so who was Marina to disagree with them? After all, they’d been right so far: before the Games even started, they were bringing prosperity to people like her and Sara.
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