Secret Keeper

"I'm a notorious oversharer. There's alot of skeletons in these walk in closets. "Prudence Doré - Sponsor - Professional Gossip

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The day was winding down, but for Prue it was just beginning. A cup of coffee in hand, she was sat in the lobby close to a large viewing screen despite the phone in her hand that had another view on it. A notebook sat in front of her as she jotted down notes, scribbling out things here and there, going over what had happened so far that day and where the odds lay currently. She glanced up as someone approached, setting her phone down and closing her notebook. “Little thief isn’t with you, is she?” She asked, glancing past the older of the District Eleven victors. 

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bcdblccd​:

Invictus nodded with a soft chuckle “I disagree, I think District One with bring at least a ten from training scores and you know what…” He glanced around and leaned in “I think District Ten is looking really good this year.” He pulled back and grabbed a finger sandwich before taking a bite.

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Her brows pulled together as she tilted her head to the side, contemplating his words. “I don’t disagree about one. She is Miss Giada’s daughter.” She murmured. “But I’m intrigued... Ten?” She raised a brow. The girl wasn’t that impressive from what Prue had seen. 

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It was the first day of training and all the Sponsors were abuzz. Everyone had broken for lunch and Invictus was no different. He had just filled his plate with food when he spotted Prudence. “Just wanted to stop by and say hello.” He smiled. “Got your eye on anyone in particular yet? It’ll be interesting with there being half the Tributes as there usually is.” He raised his glass in a toast before taking a sip.

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Prudence smirked as she popped another bite of some sweet in her mouth. “Not yet. There simply isn’t enough to go off of.” Prue was all about the numbers. Right out of the gate statistics always leaned heavily towards the careers, but as more and more came out, that might change. And well Prue was always one to figure statistics. “Ask me again in seventy-two hours.” 

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She’d been watching the tributes train that morning, but when they’d been released for lunch, she too had disappeared from the training center to find something to eat. She’d just popped a bite-size pastry in her mouth when a shadow fell over the table. “How can I help you, Sugar?” She asked sweetly as she looked up, bright smile on her face. 

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heavy-lies-the-crcwn​:

Keeping her facade in place became inexplicably greater when she heard the sponsor’s chipper voice. “Would you keep your mouth shut?” But she knew that wasn’t Prue’s forte. The woman practically dealt in secrets and Valeria’s was one she didn’t want to get out. 

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Prue gasped in faux innocence. “Oh, Valeria! That’s not very kind, now is it?” She chided but with a smirk and giggling. “I mean I could keep my mouth shut, but gossip is so much more fun.” And it was how she traded favors. She’d keep your secret, but you had to do something in turn for her. The Head Gamemaker was a lovely game piece to have in one’s pocket. 

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She excitedly bounded up to the newest head gamemaker upon seeing the older woman. “Val!” She chirped, sidling close to her. Leaning in to whisper conspiratorially, a smirk played across her lips, “I just saw someone, I’ll give you a few hints.” She paused a moment. “He’s about six feet tall. A very hunky district Two victor. Got baby blue eyes and shares an uncanny resemblance to a certain kiddo I know.” It’d been a while since she’d see Orion about the tower. The gossip potential was fabulous though and perhaps she could use the little tidbit she knew to her advantage if the victor was going to be around the tower more often again.

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-Welcome to the Capitol.

Molly Burnett - twenty-five - she/her || Did you see her? I think I just saw Prudence Doré walk into the tribute tower. I’m so happy she’s back this year as a Sponsor from The Capitol. She’s known as The Million Dollar Baby because she’s so philanthropic, but is sometimes pompous.

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Everett was trying everything he could, tugging on every thread, to secure funding in advance for Thirteen’s tributes. He wanted to do a good job in his new position, and that meant being fast. If his tributes suffered injuries in the Bloodbath, he wanted to be able to send them bandages, medicine. If they didn’t manage to snag a weapon, he’d want to send them one.

“Hey, got a minute for another tribute pitch?” he asked, sitting down next to Prue in the sponsor’s lounge.

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Prudence had a spread of paperwork and statistics spread around her. The scores from the private training sessions were dismal at most with a few shining stars. Those tributes had files on top of the pile, but she still had yet to narrow it down. As such, those who’s job it was to secure sponsorships still approached her, so Prue wasn’t surprised when Everett sat next to her ready to pitch one of his. 

“Tell me about,” she pulled Knox’s file out from under a kid from Two. The idea of betting on a tribute from Thirteen was almost anxiety-inducing. There wasn’t years of statistics to follow. Just an impressive training score. The file was dropped on top of the pile, a perfectly manicured nail pointing to the girl’s picture, “this one.”

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Prue is dressed in the richest and darkest tones of red from head to toe. Rubies drip from her ears and around her neck and are inlaid on the strappy sandals she wears. All this to allude to the monsters of old, but not quite so old, those that sucked one’s blood, a vampire.

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“I used to love black licorice.” Of course it was one of the rare sweet she’d had growing up, so perhaps that was why. “I want to believe he does, but how often does Twelve win?” 

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Prue gave a small nod of agreement because like KyAnne had said, how often did Twelve win. “But Kit’s doing decently, right?” She honestly hadn’t kept up, it wasn’t like she was going to easily place bets on the boy from Twelve. 

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everettlance​:

“Well, they’re both fighters,” Everett said, choosing his words carefully, because he didn’t want to insult Thetis just to build up Dani. Especially since Prue’s money seemed to already be going towards Thetis, and a wrong word could push it even further from Two’s grip. “But I gotta say, when it comes to the two of them? Thetis has a clear weakness. Dani has no such thing. Dice is still out there in that Arena, and that’s gonna hold Thetis back. Nothing will hold Dani back.”

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Prue was quiet a moment. He was right. Dani had nothing to loose, whereas Thetis had an obvious weakness. “I tell you what,” she started, pausing a moment as if for effect, “I’ll send her something small, but useful.” She already had something in mind, something useful it wasn’t a lie. “She proves herself to continue to be a strong bet and I might be more willing to shift my focus her way.”

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amaranthe-good​:

Okay, so nothing candy flavored. Ama could work with that. She took Prue’s drink and replaced it with the menu, one of dozens that had been hand-painted and embossed for tonight. She pointed to a drink that didn’t seem so sweet, the Wylito, and paused to see if Prue would make a request or if she would wait for the bartender.

Prue smiled gently at the woman, murmuring a soft “thank you,” before giving the menu a lookover. “Sure, I’l try that one. Maybe the one with grenadine? Please.” Maybe that one wouldn’t taste like black licorice from the bottom of grandma’s purse.

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gammagauthier​:

“What kind of candy is that?” Gamma asked, interest piqued. Sugar had been a sparse commodity in Thirteen, she could hardly imagine how bad a drink must be to make a local turn their nose up at it?

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“Licorice, but specifically the black kind. The red ones are okay but taste like plastic.” She’d never been a fan of the rope candies her grandmother had always seemed to be a fan of.

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kyanne-flint12​:

KyAnne eyed the apparently offensive drink a moment. “It’s nearly black Mrs. Dore. I’d assume it was probably something more sinister.” She turned to look at the bartender. “I’ll take a whiskey sour.” She never trusted the seasonal drinks released for the balls. 

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“Black licorice is sure sinister.” She huffed and thought for a moment. “Can I just have a red wine? Whatever you have that’s subtly sweet while still being dry?” She looked towards KyAnne. “Kit’s made it pretty far. You think he has what it takes?”

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“Look,” Everett said, setting his drink on the table in front of him, facing Prue fully. “I know you said you weren’t gonna support Dani. And I know I promised you I wouldn’t ask. But… here’s me breaking the promise. She’s made it pretty far, she’s in the final eleven, probably soon to be ten, maybe any minute now, and… I think she’s worthy of your support. No matter what she said.”

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Prue sighed when Everett sat acoss from her and the topic was instantly on Dani. The snide little thing, but he was making a very valid point. “What makes her better than Thetis?” She asked. She’d placed her bets and while she hadn’t been impressed to begin with, the girl was proving herself despite her injury. 

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She’d ordered a drink based solely on the fact it had wine in the title. Wine she could get behind with her whole heart, but when it’d been handed to her and it was black, she thought surely that was just a play on her by her eyes and the fact it was so dark in this room. A sip later confirmed that by the gods, it was not just wine. “Ugh, this tastes like the nasty candies my grandmother always had.” She muttered, pushing it back.