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cambricthevictor‌:

Cambric gave the woman a chuckle though it was a half-hearted attempt at cheer. Districts Eleven and Eight were in the same boat, only he wasn’t so keen on writing letters at the moment. Not that it mattered. Nothing they said or did was going to make the lives of the tributes family better. Their lives had never been the same. His brother hadn’t died in the games, but his mother still wasn’t the same twenty-something years later. Cambric had given up trying to make it better for her years ago.

“Nope, no ink.” He assured her. “Cambric, District Eight.” Cambric told the woman knowing they hadn’t been properly introduced. “It’s okay not to do those right away,” he told her motioning to the letters. “I typically like to do my own little mourning first. How about I get you something to drink or eat?” More than once over the years, Cambric had found himself neglecting his own needs in situations such as this, which didn’t help anyone much either.

His chuckle made her smile too, the tension released from her shoulders for a moment. “Well, that’s good to hear,” she laughed. “Cosy, I escort for Eleven. It’s been a rough day for us,” she confessed. But he had a good point, and Cosy neatly stacked her papers to the side. “I just want to do well,” she added. “And let them know that we’re there for them. But perhaps I could do well to take your advice.”

Cambric’s offer of a drink made her eyes light up, and she nodded. “That’s very kind of you, if you’re headed over, I would love a chai latte?” She nodded toward the little cafe bar in the corner of the lobby with a solitary Avox barista behind the counter.

#interactions ; cambric #78 ; the launch

thresh-okonjo‌:

Thresh sighed a little. “You had me a little worried, not gonna lie, Cosy.”

He paced back a little bit to give her some room, scratching the back of his head. The new Eleven escort was… something, to be sure. The last one had been so proper and poised that Cosy was a pretty big change. A welcome change, but a big one.

“I’m, uh… fine,” Thresh answered with a nod. Talk. The thing he liked to do least in the world, particularly about how he was doing. Nobody ever cared about how he was doing, and he was fine with that. “I don’t… really like to talk about that stuff. You know, it’s just depressing and it doesn’t really do any good. I’d be down for tea, though.”

“I’m sorry, Thresh,” she said, looking at him with full sincerity. “I’ll try to be less dramatic in the future.” The way he’d panicked when her head was slumped on the table was something she noted. A trigger of his. Something to remember. No dramatic fake table deaths around the guy who had been in the Arena - it should’ve been common sense.

“It’s important to talk, though,” Cosy said, her brow furrowed in concern. She hopped out of her seat and folded the papers back into her bag before slinging it over her shoulder. “Holding all of it inside isn’t healthy either, Thresh. You can talk to me about anything, alright? And now we’re going to have tea.” She waved him behind her, heels clattering merrily over the floor as she strutted toward the elevator.

#interactions ; thresh #78 ; the launch

echohuxley‌:

The bloodbath was…not Echo’s favorite time. She had spent most of it with Pixel, making sure the girl was handling her first bloodbath after winning. She had recalled Dorian doing something similar for her during Thresh’s games. It worked to keep her mind off it so she wanted to help.

However, when she passed the escort and was spoken to, Echo’s brow rose slightly. “No, I don’t see any ink. Are you alright?” District Three had done well so far, but only time would tell if that would change.

Cosy smiled at the girl’s concern. The thing that surprised her so much about working in the Tower was the kindness. People here had been through more than Cosy could ever imagine. And yet, they had space for kindness. They had the strength to be kind. It was remarkable.

“I’m alright, thank you. Just a hard day for Eleven,” Cosy admitted. “First year on the job and all, still getting used to these... hard parts.” She held out her hand to shake the mentors. “Cosy Delightly, District Eleven escort. You’re Echo, yes?” Cosy knew the mentors like the back of her hand- it was part of the culture here in the Capitol.

#interactions ; echo #78 ; the launch

whispersofgrain‌:

Whisper/Amber was trying not to look too pleased, to look like the same beaten down avox she always had. Really, she was. But her sister was alive, dressed like a pirate, and boy oh boy did she look BRAVE. Strong and fierce as she stood on that podium. Even though it was water. And nowhere in the book of pictures had there been more water than one of them holding a bucket or by a well.

she was in her own world until a peppy (fake peppy) voice startled her. Looking back at the girl it belonged to, she came over. That was a question that required her eyes up, not on the ground. So she looked. The girl seemed a little dorky, kind, but also capitolite. Whisper/Amber knew she might be nice, but she also had to be careful.

inspecting her forehead carefully, she found a tiny ink splatter and wiped it with her apron. good. She was good. Now, at least. But she pointed to the letter, a little impulsively. She probably shouldn’t try to communicate with capitolites, but she’d gotten a little used to being able to ask these sorts of questions.

she couldn’t read the paper, all she knew was it had lots of crossed out words. Was she okay?

It always made Cosy feel terribly when she saw how the Avoxes kept their eyes trained on the ground. The confidence had been taken out of them, and it was something that concerned her greatly. How does that affect a person? How is it fair? Sure, these people were traitors, but that didn’t mean they deserved to be dehumanized in this way.

But Cosy smiled as the young Avox wiped the little bit of ink from her forehead. “Thank you, darling,” she said softly. As the girl pointed to the letter, she shook her head with a sad smile. “I’m writing to the families of the tributes we lost,” she explained. “It just feels like the right thing to do. To thank them. But it’s very hard to figure out just the right words to say, to give them comfort in a very sad time.”

#interactions ; whisper #78 ; the launch

taintedones‌:

THIS WAS NOT HOW SEEDER WANTED THINGS TO GO. she’d had hope that maybe, just m a y b e, one of them would make it past the hour mark. they would flee the bloodbath & get to shore. perhaps even make it to the second day. did she think they could win? well, no one thought seeder would win when she did. she supposed anything was possible. not anymore though.

she’d put it upon herself to check in on the rest of her team . she did have the most experience with losing tributes after all. too much experience for her liking. as she entered the tower lobby, she spotted cosy with a bunch of papers. letter home she guessed. as the woman looked up, seeder smiled, ‘ no dear. you’re fine. ’ she tilted her head, correcting her words, ‘ or at least i hope you are. how are you holding up? ’

“I am... coping,” Cosy said softly, smiling up at Seeder. “First year on the job and all. This part has been easily the worst. I think my heart is a little too big to work with these kids when it doesn’t end well.” Seeder herself had been at this for far longer, and Cosy knew she likely seemed a bit silly for being heartbroken in her first time.

“Are you holding up okay?” Cosy asked Seeder in return. “I wish I could’ve done more for them. I tried, but it was just..” she sighed, looking down at the piece of paper in front of her. “It was bad luck, I suppose. It could’ve been anyone. Unfortunately, it had to be them.”

#// sorry for the short length!#interactions ; seeder #78 ; the launch

thresh-okonjo‌:

Thresh saw the woman slumped over, and something in him rose up in his chest. Perhaps it was because he was still on edge after the bloodbath, despite his tributes dying in the same way he’d learned to expect. But instincts hit him, and he rushed over to where she sat, head laying against a stack of papers.

“Hey, hey!” he pushed someone out of the way. The small panic didn’t last long when he realized who it was, though, and she moved pretty normally when he’d gotten to within ten feet of her. He slowed down, hoping nobody had seen that small moment, and approached her as normally as he could muster. “I, uh… I mean, hey Cosy. You ok? And no, no ink on your forehead.”

He let out a breath of relief, then noticed a couple of papers that had fallen to the floor. Thresh bent down to pick them up and suddenly realized. These were those dreaded letters the escorts had to send home to families.

“Rough day,” he said as he handed a scribbled-out draft to Cosy.

Cosy heard Thresh’s panic and looked over, alarmed, with the paper fluttering from her face. It registered in Cosy, a little warning sign, an imaginary post-it note on her imaginary bulletin board. Something to keep in mind, Thresh’s panic that she was not okay. “I’m alright, thank you, Thresh,” she said softly, greeting him with a warm smile.

“It’s just been... yes, you’re right,” she agreed. “It’s been a rough day.” She took the papers with a grateful nod. She worried about him, though. She worried about all of the Victors. She just wanted to help. In some fashion. “How are you doing, Thresh? Do you want to talk about it? We could go upstairs, I could put on some tea?”

#interactions ; thresh #78 ; the launch

From the desk of Cosima Delightly

Dear Mrs. Orchard I am sorry for the death of I wish it hadn’t been this FARM IS DEAD AND I’M SAD

Cosy sat, defeated, at one of the little tables in the Tower lobby, with her head flat on the table. She just couldn’t write the letters, not this soon. She didn’t know the Orchards or the Appletrees, and now having to write these letters to go home with their bodies was perhaps one of the less appealing parts of her job. A job, she often reminded herself, that she hadn’t really wanted to begin with.

She sat up, one of the scraps of paper stuck to her forehead, and she batted it away with a heavy sigh. Someone was watching her (that didn’t surprise her: she was sitting in public with her head on a pile of papers) and she flashed them a winning smile. “I don’t have any ink on my forehead, do I?” she asked, trying to keep on a peppy smile despite Eleven’s terrible showing. // @ttwstarters

#// cosy is back from hiatus !!#78 ; the launch

TASK 008 // DO IT FOR THE VINE

transcription | “hey mom, say who want lasagna?” “who want-” [crashing]

#video #ttwtask #// honestly cosy had to be something to do with falling #there were so many options

lael-lu‌:

“Nope. Nope, nope, nope,” Lael shook her head as she walked briskly to the elevator. “Big old nope.”

When Wiress had gotten geckos, Lael had thought they were cute. Small lizards, very friendly, didn’t even come to the Capitol with her this year. Completely inoffensive. Lael thought she was fine with reptiles and everything, even though she really wanted the victors from Three to maybe be a little more normal and get a dog. Whatever, they were quirky and fun and she loved them for it, right?

Everything changed when Pixel had walked into the suite with a massive python draped over her shoulders, two Peacekeepers trailing behind her holding a massive tank, food, and supplies. Lael hadn’t screamed or anything, she’d just started shaking her head and walked out of the room. And now that Pixel was in her own room, getting her snake set up, Lael had a chance to escape and go down to the lobby.

When she got off the elevator, she took an immediate turn towards the coffee stand, feeling like an iced latte would be the only thing that could take her mind off the massive reptile slithering around her suite at the moment. She got in line, and let out a groan when she realized how slow it was going.

“Sorry,” she told the person in front of her. “I just… why would a little girl want a snake as a pet? What’s wrong with a cat?” ( @ttwstarters )

Cosy flipped the issue of Sponsor’s Weekly she was flipping through closed when she heard the other escort’s words, turning around to smile at Lael. She’d seen the update on Pixel’s snake on her phone earlier, and knew exactly what her fellow escort was talking about. “Maybe she was just wanting to be different from everyone else with their dogs?” she asked, with a tilt of her head. “But I don’t get it either, to be honest. I don’t see how a snake can provide emotional support. But I’m also not Pixel.”

She took in the agitated look on Lael’s face and gestured in front of her. “Why don’t you go ahead of me in line? It’s at least one person less you have to wait through. I’m Cosy Delightly, I’m the new escort for Eleven.”

#interactions ; lael #78 ; in training #ttwtask #(interact with someone your character has not met)

kaeraeeveryday‌:

Kaelin wasn’t running. her kids were all ready, and she’d asked birch to meet her and finley and the boy at the chariot. she knew finley liked him, but she didn’t know the rest. so she’d stayed with her little notebook buddy until Birch had come, and when she’d ensured finley was in good hands she left to stand by the end of the parade route. Finley would probably be so scared if there was nobody there to help her.

but for the moment, she was free.

so when she saw cosy fall, she immidiately stopped to help, holding out a hand to help her up. “oh snow! are you alright, Miss? do you need something?” her mind wasalready spinning. did she have an extra set of stockings in her workspace? probably. would they fit cosy? again, probably.

“i think i have an extra set of those if you’d like to come with me…”

“Thank you!” Cosy chirped, taking the younger woman’s hand to help her to her feet. “I’m alright, thanks, this happens to me a lot,” she added with a light laugh. “I’m not exactly the most coordinated. I just tend to try and fall when nobody is around to see it.” She checked the state of her tights again with a sigh. There was no blood, thankfully, but her knee was red and there was a hole growing in her translucent white tights. “Only damage is to these, unfortunately.”

Cosy looked the girl up and down, nodding a little. They were more or less the same size. “I did forget a spare pare of tights, so I may take you up on that if you don’t mind. We should be able to get back here in time,” she mused. The parade hadn’t started yet, and they were already in the waiting area. There was some time to kill. “I’m Cosima Delightly, Escort for District Eleven, but please, call me Cosy.”

#interactions ; kaelin #78 ; first impressions

taintedones‌:

SHE DIDN’T BUY IT. dahlia wanted to inform the woman that she was part of the hunger games. it may have been noble of her to not let them drown her, however she’d happily watch a career do that to her in the games. or so dahlia assumed. why else would you want to work here? maybe she had no other options. how sad.

‘ s-sweet heart? ’ she repeated as if she’d never heard the word before. she let her lips smile a little, until the mention of the shower head. that looked even worse. they wanted to hose her down like an animal. dahlia put her her guard as the woman flicked the switch on. she didn’t move until the cosy woman started talking again. she bolted from the table to the corner of the room, knocking over the little tray of utensils as she went but managing to grab a comb.

she swirled as she reached the corner, pointing the sharp end of the metal comb at the group of people, ‘ no hurt. ’ in one swift motion, she flipped the comb up, grabbing the end, pointing the brush side at cosy. she opened her hand. ‘ no water. ’

Cosy’s heart broke for the girl. A twelve year old in the Games was always sad ( she always wished the Reaping age would get brought up a bit higher, but there were Capitolites who loved seeing the little ones, something she did not love at all ), but this girl had a new level of sad.

But when she leapt across the room, Cosy dropped the shower head, spraying herself with a jolt of warm water. “Ah, shoot,” she muttered, fumbling with it and spraying Flavius directly in the face with a stream of water before finally shutting it off. “Okay,” she said softly, looking down at her now-soaked sweater. “This is fine.” How was she to fix this? Dahlia was now huddled in the corner, Flavius was pissed, and Cosy had tears in her eyes, unable to figure out how to help this girl.

“No water,” Cosy agreed. She picked up a comb of her own, nervous to take the one from the girl. “Here, I’ll show you, so you can do it yourself, if that makes you more comfortable.” Cosy pinched a piece of her own hair between her fingers, to show the girl what to do. “If you hold your hair up at the top, you don’t feel the tangles as much. Because it doesn’t pull your scalp.” Cosy brought the comb through her own curls, holding the top piece of it tightly. “It’s a great trick for when you wake up with tangled hair. It happens to me a lot.”

#// this just turned into a comedy show omg #interactions ; dahlia #78 ; first impressions

allvgras‌:

allegra had taken it upon herself to not only take care of the tributes from district ten, but the rest of the team too. she knew she didn’t have to, knew that they were fully grown adults who could take care of themselves, but it was nice to have someone else to do something for you every once in a while. so, when one of their stylist assistant’s asked her to go get him some more bobby pins, she happily obliged, heading to the stylist’s bay to get them for him. as she was heading back to her spot, she spotted cosy taking a small stumbled down the stairs.

“cosy delightly?” she asked incredulously, her eyebrows lifting on her face. “it is so nice to see you again. i’ve got clear nail polish in my bag to stop that rip from spreading,” she said, offering her a hand to get up.

“Allegra!” Cosy exclaimed, trying to look casual as she perched on the bottom step, resting her chin on her hands as if she’d planned it. She hadn’t seen the super cute escort from her first official Capitol orientation in a while. The first day was far more hectic than Cosy had ever even expected, but she thrived in chaos. It was her favourite place to be in, despite her family wanting her far away from anything imperfect.

She took Allegra’s hand with a grateful smile, standing up and brushing her skirt off. “Do you really? I’d love to take you up on that. I brought extra pairs, because, well, I know myself,” Cosy laughed. “I have never been the most coordinated human being of all time.”

Cosy leaned down to examine the rip. It wasn’t totally terrible, not yet, and the nail polish would surely save it. “How is your first day going?” she asked. “I saw you have that little girl, she seems sweet. I hope she’s not giving you trouble!”

#interactions ; allegra #78 ; first impressions

Cosy had been chasing down her tributes all afternoon. It was clear to her that neither of them wanted to be there. Which she could understand, in a way. She enjoyed the Capitol, but the Capitol was her home. She would not enjoy being packaged up and shipped away to an unfamiliar place either, and she needed to be empathetic to their struggles if she were to help them. Holiday had wrangled them for styling, but it was Cosy’s responsibility to get them down to the stables.

Honestly, did these tributes think she was a marathon sprinter?

She found herself hurrying too quickly after dropping the tributes off, and was not paying enough attention to the steps that would take her back down to the viewing area for the parade. “Ah, shoot!” Cosy exclaimed, taking the mini flight of three stairs too quickly and slipping down them. She felt the rug shred against her translucent white tights as she slid against the carpeted stairs, and she groaned theatrically. “Oh, come on, these things are new!” she whined, looking down at the rip in her stockings. // @ttwstarters

#ttwstart #78 ; first impressions #// cosy needs more love and she's a disaster so here's a starter !!

taintedones‌:

THEY HAD DIFFERENT DEFINITIONS OF IMPORTANT. to dahlia, it was important to survive. it was important to make sure that they didn’t take anything else from her. she’d been in control of herself the past few years. she combed her hair when she wanted to comb her hair. she washed when she wanted to wash. they wanted to change that

coming up with an idea that might work, she pointed to a bathtub a little bit away from them. ’ water… ’ she was acting as if she was afraid of water. she wasn’t. but the idea of being in that tub with all the people scrubbing away at her wasn’t one that she liked. hopefully she could negotiate the situation so that she could clean herself. ‘ they drown me! ’

“Oh, sweetheart,” Cosy said softly. “They aren’t going to drown you, I promise. I would never let them even try.” She looked around the stylist bay, trying to find a solution. She knew sometimes the tributes were hosed down on the table instead of washed in a tub. “How about, instead of a bath, we can get out the little shower head? And you can just lay down, or sit if you’d like, and then you don’t have to get in the water?” She crossed the room to the little faucet and picked up the detachable shower head. “See, it just sprays water. Nice and gently.” She flicked the switch and let the water pour over her hand for a moment. The trail of water dripped onto the floor and down the drain in the centre of the bay.

Cosy continued to take in the stylist bay, trying to judge what could be helpful. “I’m sure they’d let you help, if that would make you more comfortable. Is it alright if I come and sit by you?” she asked, gesturing to the table where the stylists had wanted her to lay. “I have a trick for brushing tangles out of your hair, without them hurting much at all. Would you like to learn it?”

#interactions ; dahlia #78 ; first impressions

TASK 002 // WHAT A CHARACTER !

COSY DELIGHTLY AS JUDY HOPPS ( ZOOTOPIA )

“Despite the odds and hardships, Judy remains optimistic and determined, adapting herself to the environment and those around her to build up both the way she presents herself and pursue her goals. She is clever and resourceful, which proves to be her greatest asset." (x) energetic, perky, kind, friendly, optimistic, accepting, tolerant, spunky, high-strung, enthusiastic, compassionate, starry-eyed, loyal, protective, selfless, caring, funny, forgiving, understanding, warm, outgoing.

#ttwtask #// it was between judy and anna so

taintedones‌:

DAHLIA LIKED THE PHRASE DOORKNOBS. she wasn’t entirely sure what it meant. it was probably an insult. you’re as dumb as a doorknob perhaps. the stylists were stupid. they thought that pretty hair & a clean face would turn dahlia into a polite young lady. wrong. politeness wasn’t going to win her the hunger games. she was going to win.

the other woman was wrong though. she wasn’t scared. she was smart, but fear was a natural response of a child who’d been raised away from people. so she laid it on thick, shaking like a dog. it was working. the stylists were backing away. that was most likely due to the new prescenese. she seemed to have some authority here. but d a r l i ng? not even her parents had called her that. lia was her mothers preferred name for her, her father had always called her firecracker. it was fitting, even back then.

‘ need? ’ she pondered, trying to figure out why the woman, who was not from her district, was being so kind. ‘ tell um stop! ’

“Okay, we can stop,” Cosy soothed. “Hey, everyone, let’s give her a break, alright?” The escort directed her comments to the styling team, who backed up, letting her take the lead. Cosy wasn’t going to entirely let her get away without any kind of care ( what kind of an escort would she be if she did that? ) but she knew the team had to approach it differently.

It was clear something had set her off, and Cosy was determined to find and soothe the trigger.

“Everyone has a job to do here,” Cosy explained. “And they need to help you wash up and clean your hair, because it’s so important to look your best for the sponsors. So can you tell me what’s wrong, so we can solve the problem together? Are they maybe being too rough, or does the soap not smell right?” She stepped down from her heels, holding them in one hand to tower over the girl less. “If we can find the problem, then your stylists can help you feel comfortable. Does that sounds like something we could do?”

#interactions ; dahlia #78 ; first impressions

taintedones‌:

@ttwstarters

SHE DIDN’T MEAN TO HURT THE STYLIST. that had truthfully been an accident. when one of them grabbed a piece of her hair to brush, she just reacted instantly. it wasn’t even part of the act. no one touched her hair aside from her mother. the only other person who’d touched it since her death was dahlia. it was as much as a reflex as kicking. she swung round, catching the stylists cheek with her fingernails. then suddenly everyone was screaming.

dahlia was one of them. she’d taken up position, crouched on the slab that they were preparing to put her on for the much needed makeover. they’d need to get the blood out from under her finger nails now too. she’d done a good job of `turning a bad situation worse. the scene she was creating as she hissed & growled at anyone that came close was attracting attention. so as a new person got ever so close she leapt forward.

she landed, from her crouched position, in front of the slab. her fists were clenched, her nostrils were flaring as she glared down the person and screamed, ‘ STAY AWAY! ’

Her first Reaping! It was done! She hadn’t tripped or anything. Cosy had positively nailed it, and she even skipped a little on her way to visit Holiday and make sure the tributes were being styled on schedule. But as Cosy passed by Twelve’s styling bay, a hissing noise took her interest. She poked her head around the corner to see a confused team of stylists trying to work on a young girl. “She’s scared, you doorknobs!” Cosy exclaimed, shooing the stylists away from the girl. “Give her space now, go on!”

Even as the girl jumped in front of Cosy, she didn’t flinch. Etiquette school had prepared her for how to stay calm in any situation. As the styling team backed up, Cosy stayed a respectable distance away as well. “It’s alright, darling,” she said in what she hoped was a soothing tone. “I won’t let them get too close until you’re ready. My name is Cosima, but my friends call me Cosy. I’m an escort here, for District Eleven. I heard you and I wanted to see if you needed help. I won’t come close, but can I do anything to help you? Do you need them to be gentler?”

#// she's in full therapist mode now i can't #interactions ; dahlia #78 ; first impressions

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