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@callareyes-blog
As the blue light of the arena shone over the screen, Calla couldn’t help but smile. It was the thing that she’d been working towards for months, the culmination of al of her and the team’s hard work. She wasn’t currently needed in the control room, as her specific work wasn’t in effect yet, so she was able to watch the games on a couch with a nice cosmopolitan. “Please do come in, there’s room enough to watch.”
lux-argent:
“That’s true,” Lux murmured softly. “What brought you up here?”
“Long day.” She sighed. “I’ve been having a conflict at work, and my mother came by.”
merle-briversdoom:
“If you are a doctor then why are you a gamemaker?” She raised an eyebrow face turning into a slight frown: “I am Merle Briversdoom. The capitol tribute.”
“I’m not a medical doctor, I have a Ph.D. More than one, actually.” She looked at the girl. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
thevultur:
“It must still be your fault for not being capable to make miracles happen,” Lysander fought back, as if defending the capricious Head Gamemaker with too ambitious expectations when it wasn’t the case. He cringed at the news, teeth gritted, knowing from his own experience how unpleasant mother visits were in general. “I’m sorry. Best of luck in that case. At least you’re caught up in the Games for these weeks, I suppose.”
“If I can’t do what’s expected of me, then I should be fired.” She bit out. “I was hired as the best in my field, and if I am, he’s unreasonable, but if I am not, then I’m happy to go back to my lab.” She turned back to look over the city. “She was… weepy. She’s offered to come by everyday and help me with fine-motor tasks. I told her to leave, and she started to cry.”
oliveblackwell:
With her cigarette pack in hand, Olive walked out onto the roof. Heaters had been strategically placed to keep the area habitable even in January with the winds whipping down from the mountains. When she spotted the other woman she sighed and walked to the edge, throwing her legs over the side. “Do you mind smoke?”
Calla looked over. “No.” She looked over the city, thought for a moment, and turned back. “In fact, I could use one.”
flux-acer:
Flux opened the door to the roof with a look of disbelieve in his eyes. “A garden on a roof?” He muttered to himself. He was excited but suddenly realized there was a chance he wasn’t allowed to be up there. Then he saw the woman sitting on the bench, and he froze for a second, “Am I allowed to be up here?”
She looked the boy up and down. “I’m… not sure. I’m not sure I’m allowed to be here either.”
lux-argent:
Lux didn’t know what brought her to the roof. Perhaps it was a need to escape her worthless tributes or maybe she just needed a break from the tower. Regardless, once she stepped outside and saw someone else was there, she frowned. “Sorry. I didn’t think anyone would be up here.”
She looked back at the woman. She was attractive, and a little familiar. “There’s room enough for two, I suppose.”
augustussilk:
“Oh.” Frowning, Aug looked at his feet. “Sorry.”
“Well, can’t get it back now.” She turned to face him. “So, who are you?”
pegasusgleam:
“Dr. Reyes, apologies,” he grinned. “I’ve got a pen for you here, no worries. Just the one signature and we’re good to go!”
She scrawled her basic signature on the page, her hands barely able to hold the pen. “There, done. Anything else?”
scarlettxwesley:
“Well, scuse me for carin’ honey.” She replied, a little sharper then intended, perhaps it was the influence of years of being friends with Isabelle and Glitter, “Word of advice honey, you wanna be able t'survive in this tower you bite your tongue an’ be nice. It ain’t hard.”
“I’m not trying to be rude. You aren’t my therapist, therefore, your concern is unfounded.” She tried to be diplomatic. “I’m a gamemaker. No amount of niceties will make people like me.”
merle-briversdoom:
Merle had taken long to find the rooftop her mind warming full of thoughts she didn’t want to think about. taking in the fresh air she breathed deeply her small fingers drumming nervously against her lower arm. “Who are you?” raising an eyebrow she looked at the unfamiliar women #
Calla looked down at the child. “I am Dr. Calla Reyes. I am working as a gamemaker. Is there any other information you’d require?” She paused. “And you?”
electraconduit:
Electra’s eyes narrowed at the woman’s demeanour, “Hey, he’s not even two, he couldn’t give a shit whether you’re a doctor or not. Chill the fuck out.” She snapped, protective over her son and not caring how she sounded.
“Just because he’s young, doesn’t mean he’s an idiot. I understood nuances in language at that age.” She understood that this child might not be expected to form the same rules of interpersonal engagement that she had been, but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t follow any of them.
Calla Goldman-Reyes Aesthetic
midas-silk:
“I’m not embarrassed, look lady. I take my clothes off for money, nothing embarasses me anymore.” Smiling. “Don’t worry, I’ll see the point for you.”
“I wouldn’t consider that embarrassing. I think it’s more embarrassing for those paying to see you.” She hardened her face. “I don’t intend to do anything... like that.”
thevultur:
“You’re not allowed to give me information about the arena, I know, but just blink once if it’s good and twice if I’ll laugh,” Lysander approached, not minding the slowy season as he went outside to breathe a little, waiting for Sagitarria, his best friend, to finish her shift and leave this place for good. Though there was bitterness in his tone, he tried not to show it because the concept of a sore loser was everything he hated. Only as he got near he noticed that Calla wasn’t in the best mood either. “Has anything happened?” he inquired, with collegial concern.
“Some people have a hard time understanding that there are things within the scope of modern science’s capabilities, and there are other things that might require, let’s say, a fairy godmother.” She smirked. “And my mother came to visit.”
pegasusgleam:
“Ms. Reyes, there you are,” he chimed in quietly as to not shock her with his sudden arrival. “I need you to sign off on these forms, so we have permission to use your work for the arena.”
“Doctor Reyes, please.” She frowned. “Are they digital, or shall I get my pen?” She quirked a brow, the man already making her day worse.
scarlettxwesley:
“I didn’t mean t’disturb you honey.” she offered softly, frowning a little. “Have y’seen my escort? She’s about yay high–” she began, gesturing to Hadley’s height, “Blonde hair, blue eyes, looks kinda similar to me but younger of course.” she trailed off, eyeing the woman carefully. “You alright there honey?”
Calla listened careful. “There are many women here that you could be describing, but if she’s your escort, I might try your floor.” She raised a brow. “My personal mental health is none of your concern.” She reached up and wiped a little water from her eye.