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Announcement!
The Hunger Games will officially start this Saturday! Along with this, I’ve made a new rule I’d like for you all to follow. I would like all of you to refer to Baron Alberto ONLY by Baron Lickilicky, as he is going to be a lickilicky the duration of the games. Thank you!
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Archer swept another gaze across the room, ignoring the thrown objects that now littered the targets. There wasn’t much else to do besides throw things around and press buttons.
Or argue, he noted, observing that the three who had previously caused sudden uproar had now parted.
He watched in fair amusement as a peacekeeper shot Giovanni a glare. “You could always ask him about Capitol experience,” he suggested halfheartedly, cocking his head towards the peacekeeper. “I’m sure he has a lot to share.”
Idle conversation became a bore rather quickly, but it was certainly better than pushing wires together. Even if Archer was good at it— made him wonder if he’d be doing exactly that as a victor. The thought displeased him, lips contorting to a slim frown.
"Our victors…." He paused in thought. "A couple work for the Capitol, a couple lock themselves away in their houses. We don’t usually see much of them." Until now, of course. There weren’t very many, and none of them had been very enthusiastic about being dragged back out to coach new tributes.
"I’m going to get a drink. Or something." He led himself over towards a nearby vending machine, leaving the other behind him. The selection was…poor, to say the least, but the machine had been painted a nice shade of blue.
…Was it paint? He couldn’t really tell.
He pressed in the numbers that would give him a bottle of water, but found himself slightly frustrated when the bottle got stuck halfway through it’s drop. How poignant. Weren’t Capitol machines supposed to function correctly?
Well. Whatever. They’d probably have dinner soon enough anyway.
Giovanni snickered in response, rolling his eyes. "Peacekeepers and I don't have a good track record. I've always assumed they came from different districts and not the Capitol, anyways." Such was life when you had a horrible habit of getting into fights all the time. Or good habit, if you asked Giovanni.
To be truthful, he was almost sad that the commotion had died down from Alberto and other tributes. It would've been interesting to watch. How nice, though, that people would already be sporting injuries before the games began; it made things so much easier.
"Ours are usually very excited to get even close to being near the Hunger Game once more. I think a lot of them would leap at the chance to be in it again." Such thrill wasn't unheard of in District 2. Violence was considered recreational.
"...Alright." He stood awkwardly for a few moments, before moving forward to follow Archer. He should probably get a drink as well. A lot of them were familiar, considering that District 2 was always well stocked with food, but some of them seemed so utterly ridiculous that only the Capitol could ever find them appetizing.
As the machine got stuck, he frowned, eyes sidling to Archer for a few moments. "I can fix it." He had apparently misjudged the weight of the machine, however, attempting to push it to budge the drink and accidentally pushing the entire machine over. Oh.
The water bottle had rolled out, if it was any consolation. Giovanni had the manners to pick it up and hold it out to Archer.
"...Sorry about that. The ones in District 2 are heavier than that." Giovanni gave a rare grin as he stared back at Archer, one that looked rather sheepish, gently pushed the vending machine back up and pressing a button for a soda. His mentor would've gotten upset at him for daring to drink anything but water so close to the Hunger Games, but damn it, Giovanni wanted to enjoy himself a little before his potential (very unlikely) death. He wondered if District 3 even had vending machines; Giovanni was rather ignorant and didn't know that most other districts were not nearly as well off as District 2.
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"It is a shame, isn’t it? I like most of the Career tributes here. Too bad I had to make friends here, of all places." Alberto laughed with a kind of superficial cordiality. "But I know we both have our own plans, in terms of alliances. All I’m saying is that if we run into each other, I’ll lend you a hand, if you need one." "That is," Alberto’s smile slightly faded and his tone lowered, "if it’s not towards the end of the games. You know how it is." He wasn’t gonna sugar coat anything, not in front of this guy. Yeah, they could help each other, but the point of this game was to stay alive, and to do that, everybody else had to die. The quickest way to make sure people died was to kill them. It was simple. If anybody knew that, it was the Careers. Enough on that topic, though. Alberto was delighted that he was given the opportunity to talk about himself. "Oh, well, I guess. We’re the closest to the Capitol geographically, and they seem to like us a lot. After all, we provide them with all their luxury items. In return," Alberto smiled, "we’re quite well off. Best training, best quality of life, you know, those kinds of things. But I’m guessing it’s even better where you’re from, isn’t it?” If there was one thing that might get him killed immediately, it was probably his not-so-guilty pleasure: boasting.
"Understandable. If I see you and there's only a few tributes left, things probably won't go well. But that's inevitable." Hopefully someone would get rid of Alberto first for him. It'd save him the trouble.
Giovanni decided that he might enjoy personally stabbing Alberto for how conceited he sounded. Which made Giovanni a huge hypocrite, considering he loved to boast just as much. "We hold all their weapons, so we get a lot of love to make sure we don't dislike the Capitol, I guess. Just because we became so weapon oriented, our training tends to go well. Honestly, I haven't seen a tribute from us that isn't ridiculously strong."
After a few moments, he grimaced, though. "Most of us live very well, but a lot of the more unfortunate types are destined to just die carving stone. Not really my problem. They're the ones who never participate in the games, anyways." He shrugged. The fact that his family was well off wasn't something he took with much humbleness. It was just the result of luck, and luck that he was damn happy to have. Many other rich families were so because they had victors in their lineage, which made them both popular and made it very easy for them to find suitors that were equally wealthy.
Giovanni certainly appreciated the Capitol, even if he personally hated the idea of being like them.
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Alberto’s schmoozing smile faded into his signature smirk as he carefully observed Giovanni— now that the small talk was over and they had both lost their facades, he could really evaluate how much of a threat this guy was. Giovanni didn’t play around, that’s for sure; Alberto took note of how quickly the conversation turned from pseudo-pleasant small talk to talk of gleefully murdering kids. And he had seen how quickly this guy volunteered as tribute when he watched the reaping for District 2 on screen. Most Career tributes volunteered; Alberto himself had proudly strolled up to the stage and oh-so-generously offered to take the place of the tribute who had been called. As a fellow Career, Alberto also knew that this guy was probably trained similarly to how he was trained. If this guy wouldn’t be his ally, he’d be a hell of a problem.
"Surprising? That’s an understatement," Alberto sneered, glancing over to Lavana. "I expected her to get a higher rating, considering how aggressive and violent she is." He shrugged. "But, as they say back home, she’s a sheep in lion’s clothing."
"But I believe you and I have a similar perspective on these games. You and I, our strength isn’t just for show." He smiled. "Helping each other out might not be a bad idea. I’m also looking forward to crushing these pitiful losers." That wasn’t a lie, either. Most people were already pretty wealthy in District 1— but being a victor— why, he’d live like a king back home.
"It's almost a shame that we're both in the games. You seem like someone I would've became good friends with." Then again, he was from District 1, so Giovanni wouldn't have even remotely known him. He didn't hide his eagerness to kill from other careers, though. He thought it was something most of them tended to share.
He smirked at Alberto's words, giving a snicker. "That, or she tried to throttle one of the judges. I wouldn't have expected that much violence from someone in a district that mostly deals with trees." She'd be someone to watch out for, but with a 4 as a rating, Giovanni was almost certain that
"I have already made some alliance arrangements," Giovanni stated carefully. That'd probably be surprising, that he intentionally hadn't chosen other careers as his allies. "But that is perhaps a good plan. I'd very much enjoy knowing that your skill was on my side." From a distance. Giovanni wasn't stupid enough to break any friendliness with a career from the get-go, thankfully.
"I've heard that District 1 isn't too far from acting like the Capitol. Is that true?" Looking at Alberto's ridiculous hair, probably, but Giovanni just kept curious eyes, for once just trying to have a normal conversation rather than skirt around the issue of wanting to murder this guy.
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Coldly determined to pierce the center of his target, he nearly missed the remark. He stared blankly at the other for a second or so before directing his attention back towards the target. He couldn’t really confirm if it was another attempt at flattering, or if it was a genuine statement. “It’s better anyway that you see my face now, rather than illuminated by tasteless lights.”
Well. Alright.
Though Giovanni only took a few moments to perfect his stance, it was enough time for Archer to check and correct his own mistakes in his previous throw.
Right. Next time. Next time for sure.
"Winner does get shrouded in luxury of course, but anything beyond that is nothing more than a rumor. You’d have to get a good lot of information out of your district’s victors. And even then, it’s always questionable.” No way to find out other then to win. “There’s only so much they’re allowed to say.”
He imagined his district’s own victors were only around for moral support. Their advice had been quite bland— not that he really relied on any of it.
"I’d prefer to hit the center of the target, but the support is appreciated." Copying the stance Giovanni had taken previously, he threw another knife at the object.
Ah. How satisfying.
The Capitol’s celebration of the games was indeed rather…odd, to say the least. He supposed that when you have nothing better to do than wonder about what color you’ll dye your hair next, your life would ache for a bit of excitement. From what he’d observed, the games were treated as more of a drama of some sorts rather than a handful of people murdering one another.
"Who’s to say neither of us wouldn’t gleefully celebrate the games as proud Capitol members?" he questioned, voice dry. "Gleefully ignorant. Wearing… whatever it is they wear."
Giovanni almost looked disappointed, unsure of if the comment had gone over Archer's head or just...been quickly brushed off. "Definitely." He intentionally kept his gaze on the target. Giovanni had always been flirtatious with practically everyone, but he supposed it didn't have the same effects when you were doing it with people who were either expecting you to die or expecting to die themselves.
He gave the other a grin as the knife finally hit the mark, becoming even more satisfied that he had chosen to ally with the tribute. "How does Distirct 3...handle that, anyways? How do you guys treat victors?" Giovanni already knew how victors. were treated in his own district. Like some sort of weird Roman war gods, wholeheartedly congratulated for doing what was already expected of them the moment they were picked for the Reaping.
His own mentors had been rather...plentiful, considering District 2's large win pool. He didn't learn much that he hadn't already known. The only reason for that was because many victors already participated in the training of careers.
At Archer's statement, he paused thoughtfully, biting his lip. "I would hate being in the Capitol. It sounds nice and extravagant, but if anyone expects me to dye any part of my body some bright blue or pink, they're going to die. And I expect none of them are very keen on fighting, because they're too busy doing weird shit to themselves to think about lobbing a punch or stab at the person they dislike." He curled his lips in disgust. Giovanni, now wanting to throw even more things, picked up the spear that he had been inspecting earlier and launching it across the room to hit a further away target. A nearby peacekeeper turned their head in what Giovanni assumed was a glare. Probably worried that he'd get too cocky and accidentally hit someone.
Rules had been quite strict on whether they were allowed to "accidentally" kill anyone before the games began, unfortunately.
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Less likely to slash his throat. I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment.
A frown tainted the tip of his lips as their costumes were mentioned. He had tried his best to not care for the duration he was forced to wear it, but one could not help the itch to shield one’s face should one be unwillingly decorated like some sort of unflattering Christmas tree. “Perh+aps it’s better that our faces weren’t seen,” he muttered, silently cursing the design team under his breath.
"As for the games…" He echoed the question aloud, his tone shifting cooly. "I think it’s a very…exaggerated method to assure power. But it works.” He picked a knife from the rack, throwing another gaze towards the target he had previously been drilling at. “I cant say I like the idea of being forced into the arena to fight to my death, but there’s not much I can do about it now.” He mirrored a stance he had seen a previous tribute take in the games afore their current one, which had ended up piercing the neck of another tribute. “And yourself? You spend the majority of your life in preparation for this, after all.”
His aim had improved— but sadly the knife was not a spear, and he had misjudged the distance between him and his target. Archer let out a faint breath of irritation as his knife ended up pricked a hair off the target’s midpoint.
Dammit.
Next time. He’d hit the center next time.
Giovanni shrugged. "I personally would have loved to see your face," he breezily responded with a raised eyebrow and a subtle simper. Quickly clearing his throat after a few seconds, he began pulling out one of the spears carefully, trying to figure out whether it had been used in past games or not. It gave him an odd sort of thrill to face the possibility that he was holding a weapon that had already killed others before he even laid hands on it.
Good to know Archer wasn't one of the annoying rebel-types who thought they'd make their way to the top of life by openly spitting on the Capitol. He watched Archer's stance with great interest, head tilted observantly. "...I find them fun to watch and probably even more fun to participate in, especially since they're my only shot at having a life even close to what the Capitol lives," he finally said after a moment, absolutely not disguising any of his eagerness to get into the arena.
Even Giovanni held some sort of suspense when the knife was thrown, shrugging in only slight disappointment when it hadn't hit the mark. Although he already knew his own skill in something as simple as throwing a knife at a static target, he picked one up himself anyways, quickly standing next to Archer, taking only a few short seconds to aim, and nearly hitting dead center. It may have looked impressive, but it was just the result of some vigorous past training. Trying to get so accurate with anything that wasn't just sitting there in place (unlike any real target ever would) was far, far harder. "At least you actually hit close to the center. I've seen some of the other tributes not even touch the target itself at all," Giovanni snorted.
"I don't like the idea of how gleefully the Capitol celebrates the Games, but then again, that makes me a hypocrite."
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THAT SIGNIFICANTLY COMPLICATES THE MATTER
HOW ELSE DO I FUCKING PRIOVE ARCHER WITHOUT A TRUST PENTAGRAM
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OK I NEED THE BLOOD OF UR ENEMIES TO BUILD A Trust Pentagram
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