GameMaker
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Post by Viktor Pylos on Dec 3, 2017 23:14:28 GMT -7
Viktor stepped outside of the Gamemaker’s building, pulling his jacket closer to his body. It was March now, and although the snows of winter were almost done, the chill remained. Most of Viktor’s time was spent indoors: the first Hunger Games were coming up, after all, and there was still so much work to be done. Because of his age, Viktor was used for work while still learning as a student, so that eventually, the future Games could be perfected. The work was taxing, mostly because everything had to be taken into account. All of the work was in the details.
Viktor specialized in arena design and weapons, so much of his time was spent either with the artists or the engineers. Though the work sometimes made his head spin, he enjoyed his job. There, Viktor could create and make and watch his visions come to life. Gamemaking was his personal brand of art. He was lucky that all of Panem would serve as the audience to the stage he helped to build and maintain.
He headed downtown, high on the thoughts of his successes of the day. For one, his weapons inventory had bene accepted by the general managers and sent to be fulfilled, and, in addition to that, he spent time with the head Gamemakers to finish out a sector of the arena’s design. Viktor still wore a bit of a smile on his face as he reach his favorite coffee shop. Inside, he ordered an embarrassingly complex drink which accompanied him outside to his usual table. Even in the cold, he liked to sit outside. Viktor was used to the weather anyway, and he found the cold beautiful. The air was easier to breathe, the scenery more pristine and comfortable. As he took his seat, he saw some of the last flakes of the year descend in a small flurry.
Viktor contented himself in watching the snow until someone crossed into his line of sight, standing beside his table. Viktor leaned forward in his chair, smiling at them warmly from behind his cup. ”Hey, enjoying the view?” Viktor asked, laughing a bit as he gestured to the sky, realizing the possible duality of his words.
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The Capitol
Homosexual
19 Years Old
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Errand Boy
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Post by Pascal Leroy on Dec 5, 2017 15:36:39 GMT -7
"Seven black coffees, three with cream, two with sugar, one with both and one with neither. One white chocolate caramel cappuccino with extra whip. Two cappuccinos with almond milk and freshly ground beans. One hot chocolate, extra hot and with cinnamon added to it. And one cheese danish. You got all that?"
Pascal was frantically writing everything the gamemaker was saying down on his little notepad. He was the errand boy after all, which he didn't mind. He liked helping people out, and though he would never want to be directly involved with the games, he was glad to be in the background of it all. "Yes sir, I won't let you down!" Pascal said enthusiastically, putting the pen in his ear and holding on to the notebook like it depended on his life. If he could get done with the day, he could go to the ice skating rink. He didn't do much other than ice skate, work, and take care of his mom, but he loved his life. He wouldn't want to ask for anything else.
Taking the Gamemaker's cab downtown (they had one specifically for Pascal to run errands for them), he went downtown to the coffee shop that the Gamemakers preferred. They were so busy this time of year since it was spring and the first games were coming up, and he didn't want to let them down. They had kept him since they started working on the games, and Pascal was more than delighted. They probably haven't fired him yet because he never talked back, treated all of them with respect even if they were mean to him, and he did everything they asked no matter what the crazy request was.
The cab driver stopped a couple blocks away from the coffee shop, as all the spots were taken right in front. He got out, putting his hands in his pockets and smiling. His black hair was covered with a dark red cap to protect his ears--they got the coldest--and he wore a simple outfit of dark skinny jeans and a white sweater. He thought of himself as a good dresser and took pride in what he wore. He walked with confidence, even if he did seem like he was walking aimlessly around.
Pascal walked into the coffee shop, taking out his notepad and waiting in line. He went over exactly what he needed to say. He couldn't mess up. He then got to the front of the line, looking at the barista and nodding. He repeated the order, to which she kind of resented him, but he paid with his card and waited for his order to come out. It was a lot of drinks, but he perfected the art of carrying twenty drinks at one time, and this time he was lucky because he only had to carry eleven. They told him that it would take a good fifteen minutes to get his order fully, so he went outside to wait. He wanted to get some air before he went back to the asthma-inducing gamemaker building, where stress just built off of everybody and made him short of breath. It was still 100% worth it.
His head wandered to the people sitting at the tables. One such person had hair as white as the snowfall itself. He recognized him. Wait, he was a gamemaker! Viktor Pylos, at that. Pascal knew all of the Gamemaker's names. He was more than just an errand boy--he was a fan. He didn't realize he was staring until he said something, in which Pascal's eyes when wide and he cracked a nervous laugh. "Oh, sorry, Mr. Viktor, sir!" He said, his face turning red. "Um, could you elaborate on that, please?" He said, not really knowing what view he meant. Viktor was very attractive, Pascal would admit, but he could've meant the snowfall or the cars or the Capitol itself. WORD COUNT: 656 TAG: Viktor Pylos NOTES: Weeeeeebs
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GameMaker
Pansexual
20 Years Old
Relationship:
Single
Occupation:
Gamemaker
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Post by Viktor Pylos on Dec 7, 2017 23:20:52 GMT -7
Viktor felt a flicker of recognition as he looked at the other man. He definitely remembered having admired - at least briefly - the cute face before him. Viktor then caught sight of the terribly long receipt in the man’s hand, making it all connect. It was one of the assistants from the game making building. Viktor rested his chin on his fist, grinning upwards as he appreciated the nervous giggle and flush across the man’s face. His first judgement was correct: cute. He smiled and laughed easily at the introduction. ”Sir?” he repeated, ”I’m basically an intern, too, you know. Besides, we’re basically the same age - I don’t want to feel geriatric.” Aside from the intern, Viktor found an unexpected amount of respect stemming from unexpected sources in the Capitol. Just with his beginning Gamemaking background, he found massive notoriety. It felt strange. Occasionally, he’d glimpse himself on magazines alongside some of his coworkers. It was truly bizarre. He laughed again lightly, the sound not unlike music. ”How introspective, Pascal,” he commented jokingly, ”it could be anything you wanted it to be: the street, the snow, the state of Panem…” Viktor directed his icy blue gaze back at Pascal. ”Whatever it is, think it’d look any different if you were sitting in that chair there?”Words: 227 Tags: Pascal LeroyNotes: so short
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The Capitol
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Post by Pascal Leroy on Mar 20, 2018 20:25:43 GMT -7
Pascal got so flustered when talking to Gamemakers. He admired them for what they did and wish he could have the talent for that. He was good at taking orders and pulling through with them. Talking to them was completely different. He was awful at small talk, or rather, any type of talk. He could talk to his family and his dog, but that was about it. He liked to talk; he just wasn't good at it. He liked knowing a lot about people and their lives. Instead of asking, he just took lots of notes. That was his whole shindig. Errand boy first, note boy second.
He let out a slight, nervous chuckle. "Heh, probably not," he replied to him as he went to sit in the seat next to him. Pascal never sat at work. He was always ready to go whenever anyone needed him. Nobody ever really told him to sit down with them either. It was a nice change though foreign to Pascal. He never bothered to ask to sit down when a Gamemaker talked to him because he knew how hard they were already working. His work was nothing to them, but it meant the world to him.
The dark-haired man didn't like to focus on negative things or things that would lead to an argument. He liked getting along with people and not having confrontation. One of those topics he avoided was the state of Panem. So many people thought so many different ways when he was just indifferent about it. He had too many things to worry about and that wasn't one of them. He adapted to change quite well, so whatever way the country went, he would move right along with it.
"Do you like the cold weather?" Pascal asked, genuinely curious. Some people hated it, others liked it. It was also the first topic to talk about that came to his mind. His small talk was limited to the weather, how great Gamemakers are, and food. WORD COUNT: 338 TAG: Viktor Pylos NOTES: I forgot how much I loved this plot
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GameMaker
Pansexual
20 Years Old
Relationship:
Single
Occupation:
Gamemaker
HG Status:
Not Signed Up
Newbie
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Post by Viktor Pylos on Mar 21, 2018 22:49:26 GMT -7
Viktor enjoyed the sight of Pascal at his table with him. For a moment, Viktor worried that Pascal felt obligated to interact as a part of his job. Some of the older game makers really ran the secretaries and other interns through the wringer, treating them not much better than they treated the prisoners-of-war-made-slaves that they called “Avoxes.” Viktor didn’t want Pascal to feel like he didn’t have a voice or wasn’t important. He decided to work on gauging the mood while they spoke. Viktor cocked his head slightly at Pascal’s first question. ”Oh, yes,” he responded. Before the war, Viktor lived with his father in District 5. The air was constantly thick with the putrid smoke pouring from the power facilities. When it snowed, the flakes were brown and tasted terribly of what he could only describe as charred chemical. In the Capitol, the snow was pristine and white and fluffy. In some ways, the Capitol represented the better version of everything from his past life in 5, weather included. ”The snow is pretty here. Even when it’s not snowing, the air is crisp and fresh. It’s very easy to enjoy the view.” Viktor didn’t like talking about his background in 5. During and after the war, many people moved across the country. Viktor did notice an air of superiority amongst the old residents of the Capitol, though - they acted as if they had a stronger claim to the area. Partially to avoid hitting that topic and partially because he was interested in Pascal’s answer, he repeated the question he was given. ”What about you? Do you like this weather?”Words: 290 Tags: Pascal LeroyNotes: I'm annoyed. Current weather here: 25F, 4 inches of snow. Current month: March. Wish I could feel like Viktor
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The Capitol
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Post by Pascal Leroy on Mar 27, 2018 22:24:50 GMT -7
Pascal was used to people hating the winter. It was dry, barren, and cold. You couldn't go swimming or sunbathe or go to lavish parties with barely any clothes on. Most people went to and from their jobs, went home, and cuddled up in the heat. It was all understandable, of course, but Pascal's favorite season was winter. It always was. He loved seeing his breath as he breathed outside. His passion was ice skating, and he felt more free when he did it outside. People would label him a big winter nerd, because that was exactly what he was. The snow was astonishing and so was building snowmen. He enjoyed summer too--he really liked most things in general--but he was so passionate about winter.
He listened to Viktor with a small smile on his face. It was so nice to hear someone else's positive perspective of winter. The words stood out in his ears. He was starting to feel better and more comfortable about one of the Gamemakers, as he was usually so uptight that he could only get one or two words out. This guy seemed so personable though, and he really enjoyed his company.
"I love winter," Pascal said, smiling. Most people never asked for his opinion on anything, so he knew he had to keep it short. "I really like the snow and ice skating and the winter lights shine in the city. Most people are annoyed by it, but I honestly think it's beautiful." Pascal was cold, but he never minded the cold. He wasn't a big fan of sunbathing though because of how pale he was. He would always burn. In the winter, he didn't really have to worry about anything but wind burn. He normally wasn't outside long enough to be affected by it.
Pascal was always taught, as an errand boy, to not speak out of turn. It was hard to make conversation because he was taught to not make it to anyone who was a professional. He was to be told to do things, respond with a "yes, sir" or "yes, ma'am" and that was it. It didn't do much talking outside of work. He mostly just skated and watched television while cuddling up with his dog. It was a fun lifestyle that he was one-hundred percent grateful for. "Oh, I forgot to ask, what are you drinking? Can I order you another one to take back to the Gamemaker building with you?" He was attentive now, trying to help even though the drinks were taking longer than usual. WORD COUNT: 432 TAG: Viktor Pylos NOTES: No dude, I hate winter so much honestly lol
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