!STAND WITH PANEM!

Chardonnay Cardiner II 24 years old II Capitol Escort

[chardonnayc]

juno-tamble‌:

“Or I could get myself blown into a million pieces. I bet that would be quick. Embarassing, but quick.” She kicked her feet up on her the windowsill. “Wires aren’t my strong suit. Keyboards and coding is.”

“Hmm,” she thought aloud, “Maybe you could hack the gamemaker’s plans and ruin the games. That would be fun,” she claimed, looking across the room where the dull peacekeeper stood. It did nothing.

“Anyway,” she continued, turning back to look at Juno, “Training is private for Capitol citizens. Well, it’s supposed to be. Anyone inside, other than tributes and Capitol staff, must be invited. You can still participate downstairs in the regular training center with all of the other tributes, though.”

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juno-tamble:

“Unhinged, me?” She shook her head. “I’m as sane as they come. Just got a few lines of code missing.” Specifically the ones coded for obedience to the capitol’s laws. She looked at her wall, programmed to look like the inside of a laptop. It was a comforting sight after three years looking at the inside of a prison cell. “I’m no career. I certainly have no training breaking jaws. Put me behind a computer and I can do magic, but violence,” she shook her head, “not me strong suit.”

“Oh, so you’re one of those tech tributes,” she responded, her face being revealed past a large puff of smoke, “There’s not much use for that skill in the arena. Well, unless you’re keen enough to rig the bombs hidden under the pedestals. You could probably plant them somewhere; it would put on a great show and allow sponsors to keep their eyes on you.”

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osirisantos:

“Oh, um, don’t worry about it.” Truth be told, Osiris had forgotten about his meeting with the escort altogether. Though he instantly felt bad about it. Without any mentors for the Capitol, Chardonnay was probably the best chance he posed at getting out of the arena alive. “Yeah, you can say that again.” He agreed awkwardly. Thinking about his position only made him feel worse about it, but he knew he needed to face the music about his situation sooner rather than later.

“So, I just wanted to officially meet you and discuss what the rest of your week will look like regarding your prep for the games. I know we already met at the reaping, of course, but that’s always a little of a rush,” she claimed.

She then took one the chocolate covers strawberries and went on, “Do you want to go over training?”

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osirisantos:

“Oh, um, don’t worry about it.” Truth be told, Osiris had forgotten about his meeting with the escort altogether. Though he instantly felt bad about it. Without any mentors for the Capitol, Chardonnay was probably the best chance he posed at getting out of the arena alive. “Yeah, you can say that again.” He agreed awkwardly. Thinking about his position only made him feel worse about it, but he knew he needed to face the music about his situation sooner rather than later.

“So, I just wanted to officially meet you and discuss what the rest of your week will look like regarding your prep for the games. I know we already met at the reaping, of course, but that’s always a little of a rush,” she claimed.

She then took one the chocolate covers strawberries and went on, “Do you want to go over training?”

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juno-tamble:

Juno simply stared at the woman and then with a nod turned on her heel and strolled into her room. She dropped into the big armchair there, pulling a piece of chocolate from the bowl on a dresser nearby. “Whatever you say, mom.”

Chardonnay grabbed a seat across from her and didn’t hesitate to pull out a cigarette and light up, “You and me are gonna get along just fine,” she claimed, puffing a cloud of smoke out, “But don’t worry, I’m just as unhinged as you are. Escorting children around only to watch them die on television days later will do that to a person.”

She paused before continuing, “But like I said before, save it for the arena. I can already tell that you’re bound to be a career; that’s good. Just don’t end up like your predecessor, Athena. I gave her the best advice anyone could and the dumb bitch still managed to get herself killed.”

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juno-tamble:

“I’m pretty sure I’ve got the drill here. Chariots, training, interview, arena, big old dramatic death scene and then curtains.” There was little doubt in her mind that this road ended in a grave. All she wanted to ensure was that it was as painless to those who loved her as possible. “You just point me where I need to go and I’ll walk.”

Oh, God, she thought to herself, This girl is gonna be a sure joy to work with.

A moment later she dropped the sweet facade and didn’t hesitate to reveal her true tone, “Look, I get it, ok? You hate the games and want no part in them, but by law you’re screwed. Now, I may not be the biggest fan of the games myself, but if you plan on surviving and making allies - and no, your district partner cannot be you’re only hope - then you’ll have to lose the attitude. This also applies towards gaining sponsorship, alright? Save it for the arena.”

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juno-tamble:

“You’re not going to sit in here and watch me when I sleep are you?” Juno was browsing through the news channel on her government issue phone. She’d just watched a recap of the reapings and read the first responses from the professional critics. The peacekeeper she was speaking to didn’t grant her a reply. “What a creep you are Rusty.”

At the knock, she slid out of her bed and opened the door to her escort. As was always the case with capitolites, she never assumed kindness from them. There was to much notoriety smeared on the Tamble name. “Ms. Cardiner, come to give me my schedule then?”

A look of slight guilt ran across her face as Juno took the words right out of her mouth, “Well, yes, but I also stopped by to officially introduce myself. The reaping could sometimes cause a rush in the middle of things and I figured it would be good to answer any questions that you have concerning this week.”

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@osirisantos

She planned to meet earlier with Osiris in the dining room of their penthouse suite. Since the Capitol was considered the most privileged, the tributes representing it got the best floor. 

Nevertheless, she was late. Dessert had already been served and she intentionally missed dinner in order to finish packing away all of her things. However, just as she walked in, she spotted Osiris sitting at the table alone as he continued eating away his dessert, probably still waiting on her.

Chardonnay came up from behind him and took a seat to his left, “Sorry,” she exclaimed, “I was unpacking all my stuff. I figured I might as well get it out of the way now since we have a busy week ahead of us.”

[chardonnayc]

Chardonnay had a long day in the tower. She was still getting settled in after having been checked by the peacekeepers for the third time today. Security was tight due to the rebellion being a constant threat, but she had finally gotten used to it. 

She was shocked that it was taking her longer to get adjusted rather than those who had taken trains in from the districts. All she had to do was take a twenty minute drive down to the training center. 

But, nevertheless, she was excited. She had finally gotten over Athena’s death and was ready to meet the new female tribute: Juno. Chardonnay had met her at the reaping, of course, but hadn’t gotten the chance to sit down and officially meet her. She approached her bedroom door and knocked on it as she waited eagerly.

[chardonnayc]

@brcvo

Chardonnay was pretty impressed with the ball this year; the rest seemed more simple and cheap ever since the new president took power. But this time? It was like the good old days when snow ran the joint.

However, she had just come back from smoking a hooka in the lounge area near the fireplaces and was intrigued upon seeing the new escort trainee. From the looks of it, he was taking photos on his phone.

She approached him from behind and tapped his shoulder as he clicked on the capture button once more, “Excuse me, are you Bravo? I don’t think we’ve met before? I’m Chardonnay Cardiner, the Capitol escort!” she yelled over the loud music and chatter around them. She extended her hand.

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Chardonnay’s outfit to the 120th Victory Ball

[chardonnayc]

I knew It // Self Para

I knew it. I fucking knew it.

Chardonnay had been plunged on her bed all afternoon watching recaps of what everyone is saying to be “the bloodiest arena in a while” when she begs to differ. 

The moment she had seen the arena she knew it was bound to go down in literal flames. It was so obvious; there were people just now, days later, finally realizing the arena was based off of religious concepts. 

However, she was tired. She was tired of everyone and everything. The games were finally over and she couldn’t be more thankful. She just wished that either Athena or Pegasus had made it out. 

The humiliation of being the escort for the Capitol was no longer a position of pride nor joy...it was pathetic.

Year after year the tributes from the Capitol seemed to dwindle like dust under the bed. What could possibly be the problem? They were given private training, the best penthouse suite in the entire tower, and the luxury of getting to remain in the Capitol unlike 99% of all the other tributes who had to leave their home and adjust to a totally new environment. 

Yet somehow, someway, they almost never made it to the finale, or even halfway through the games for that matter. Chardonnay was on the phone earlier with Fiorella who resigned from her position as four’s stylist simply because she couldn’t handle the grief anymore. She had gotten too attached to her tributes and jumped ship as soon as she was unable to concentrate on work. 

Fiorella claimed it was all due to the fact that Capitol citizens are spoiled for the most part and never had a reason to prep or train for the games, considering that they’ve never had to participate in them before.

Nonetheless, she fell back on her bed and arranged plans to go back home until the return for the next game cycle. She begged Fiorella to come back, to suck it up and hire an on-call therapist if it had to go that far, to not leave her alone to suffer like this. But she refused. And if she were to ever work for the games again, she would never go back to four. 

With her bags half packed on the side of the bed and some already done and left in a straight line by the door to be picked up by Avox’s, she look up at the too familiar ceiling. 

“Now what the fuck am I gonna wear to the ball?”

[bob-belcher]

[thevultur]

Viewing Room

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thevultur:

Although not making it obvious while trying his best to simply seem distracted by something else in his phone, watching the Games only statistically, from graphics, because the screen in front of him was about to project a series of events he didn’t want to see, Lysander just hoped that this part of the arena would be over soon. Out of anything, violence against animals - not aggressive mutts, inhumane to the bone and active dangers to the tributes, but mutts that appeared to be real animals - was something he couldn’t bring himself to tolerate, even in the context of the Games. “The weather’s interesting too…” he muttered, looking away out the distant window.

“I know, isn’t it weird?” responded Chardonnay, “Yea, I suppose the weather is weird too; this whole arena is confusing me. It shifts and changes like you wouldn’t believe!”

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dvmbkid:

“you can’t bet on anyone these days.” weiss sighed with a shake of her head, a glass set between two fingers. “they seemed pretty solid, too. it’s a shame. luckily enough for me, i gave up on rooting for capitol tributes. i do suppose that’s more of your job, though. not mine.” she set the back of her hand on her mouth before a soft yawn escaped her. now that the shockingly gruesome animal twist was wrapping up, she had to focus on the part of the games that she disliked, pointless drama and filler.

“I get your point, but I want the Capitol to produce at least one victor. We’re still pretty new to the games and all of these deaths, especially so early on, is making us look bad. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard the whispers from people criticizing our city and it’s ability to produce a victor. It’s starting to make me look bad,” she explained.

[chardonnayc]

Chardonnay was in the viewing room; she had been bored all day and was a little ticked off that Athena and Pegasus had died. Both her tributes were gone and now she had nothing to look forward to. 

She had gotten to know the young girl during training and was even planning on meeting with sponsors had she made it closer to the end, likewise with Pegasus.

She stared at the screen as his cannon blew, “Just my fucking luck,” she puffed out in frustration, “When Athena dropped, I’d assumed he’d be the one to make out with the hope I had left.”

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marinaoakland:

Marina’s expression changed when the young stylist came towards her.  She didn’t have any tributes left in the arena, so she had paid no mind to the Games updates during the ball.

“A whale?”  She frowned.  “Well…it certainly seems like they’re trying to get rid of the tributes quickly then.”

“If you ask me, I’d say they’re just trying to speed things us so they can get on with whatever freak twist they have saved for later,” she claimed, looking over at an individual screen playing the games live from the across the room, “That whale is going to eat anyone who either can’t swim, or can’t swim fast enough.”