l a u r e n t i a

I'm Laurentia Cera, and chances are you know my father? He was the head gamemaker for years, before Seneca Crane came about. Don't get me wrong, I'm loving life here in the Capitol, but it gets lonely. That being said, don't be afraid to chat, darling. [Indie THG OC. Will interact with any and all fandoms.]

[miss-laurentia]

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Despite her disdain at being deemed 'Crazy Cresta’, Annie nodded politely to the Capitol girl in front of her. She couldn’t hate her completely like she did some Capitol denizens - her voice Annie interpreted as warm somehow, like a brightly flickering flame. “Mhmm, I’m Annie,” she said, trying a smile but failing completely. “I, uh, try not to make a habit of coming here too often. I don’t like to be recognised too much.” Like this, for instance, she mentally added.

[miss-laurentia]

Laurentia nodded in understanding. She knew all the rumours that were made up about Annie- or at least, she believed them to be made up. "Totally understandable," She chirped, rocking back onto her high heels. When she figured out it wasn't a good idea, she stood up straight again, clearing her throat. "I'm Laurentia, by the way."

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He watched her, though soon rolled his eyes. He was dealing with her type, then, wasn’t he? No matter what he would do, what he would say, she would just eat it up and wait for seconds. Ah yes, he was familiar with the little lapdog that she was, someone that could only dream of being close to one such as he, money aside. “He did, did he?” Why on earth would the man send such an incompetent fool with a message, rather than sending  for him himself? He must have an idea up his sleeves, lest he simply wanted to waste Clay’s precious time? It was the part of the job he wasn’t as fond of, becoming a babysitter for the less fortunate, pleasing the Capitol with idle nothings. So, then, why couldn’t he have a bit of fun in the meantime? He stepped forward, closing the space between them, before reaching out his hand, slowly, lightly tracing it along her jaw. His skilled fingers knew the path on unfamiliar skin, drawing lines down the bone, dipping, changing, his hand turning so the backs of his nails could cross the threshold of of her neck. It was a simple move, so simple, yet people always grew weak like jelly with it. It made it easy, however, for Clay to then grip her neck, a tight hold that threatened to cut off her available air supply. “Deliver your message, girl, for I grow bored of your presence. Speak quickly, or I will bump your name to the top of my list.” He whispered the words, his lips strikingly close to her ear, enough for his breath to stray the hair that covered it.

[miss-laurentia]

There was a method to President Snow’s madness. In the overall scheme of things, using Laurentia was a good idea- in Snow's mind, at least- no one would suspect it, and no one would miss her if things went wrong. She was yet another Capitol girl, who was completely invisible, despite who her father had been, and Snow decided it’d be quite easy to wipe her face off the planet, if it came to that. As suspected, Tia melted, butterflies taking over her system, and they didn’t stop when he choked her, at the threat. Because she was so close to him, a victor. A pretty one at that. “There’s a plan,” she said, her voice higher pitched because of her fear. She figured he was used to Capitol accents, that he could understand her thick one well enough. “You know the, um, the vice President? I don’t know his name, unfortunately, but Mr Snow said he wants you to, um, take care of him, along with a few of that man’s people on friday,” she cleared her throat a little. For the first time, she was being included on some amazing plan- and people were going to die, if it worked. She’d be assisting on the murder of people with families- but Snow knew best. Snow knew she’d be loyal, wouldn’t rat him out to the vice President- because she was craving to be apart of something, anything, to just be included. He played on her weaknesses, her loneliness especially.

The thing she didn’t realize was that if the plan went wrong, she’d end up as dead as her father. But if it did go right, she’d get rewarded, get in President Snow's good books. She forced a little smile, “He said I was to tell you instead of he himself because he wanted to see if he could trust me to help and stay loyal. And that it’d be less suspicious. I’m supposed to just hang out here for a bit, pretend to be your next.. customer, I suppose. So if you have things to do I can wait outside,” she said, carefully, not wanting to anger him. “You can hear the rest from me, or you can wait to hear it from President Snow- it’s totally up to you, Sir.”

[miss-laurentia]

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" No, no thank goodness I am not a victor. My father was the mayor of Twelve before it.. uhm.. vanished."

[miss-laurentia]

"Right, yes. The dirty district, burnt to the ground.. what a shame, truly. My apologies. But President Snow knew best, you know. May he rest in peace, his poor soul. Anywho, right, right. Your father. I think I've seen him on television a few times, here and there."

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[killerclay-archive]

"Now, then, who do we have here today?"

Clay looked up from the paper in his hands, seeing the person standing before him. He quirked an eyebrow at then, smirking before returning his attention to the paper. “Do you realize what I have here, in my grip?” He scoffed, slowly turning to laughter, not allowing even a second for the other to reply, “in my hand here is a list of names. A nice, long list of people that will soon find their innards splattered against my walls. Lest you can offer me something far more intriguing than that, I suggest you move alone. Unless, of course, you’d volunteer your organs for the same purpose?”

[miss-laurentia]

This whole day had been so exciting. The president himself had said Laurentia was being granted the gift of visiting one of his favourite victors, Clay, to pass along a message- which just happened to be another few names to add to Clay's list. His words didn't phase her, she simply watched him with wide, excited eyes. He was a victor, a famous one at that, even if he was dangerous. This was beyond amazing. "No thank you, Sir. President Snow sent me, with a message. But I'm sure it can wait if you have other, more important things to do. My sincere apologies for disrupting you."

[miss-laurentia]

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Laurentia wrinkled her nose just slightly as she approached the woman. She and Annie Cresta were her least favorite victors, for whatever reason. Beetee and the morphlings not being too much higher up on the list. "Darling Wiress, how goes it?" She asked, a smile planted on her face.

[miss-laurentia]

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"Ah, the lovely Cashmere, darling," Laurentia greeted, smiling widely. "It's an honour to finally meet you." 

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"Mr Odair, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," Laurentia said, taking a sip of champagne. He had won- what? Seven, eight years ago? Tia was only a child back then, really. "It's great to see you still return here quite often, even after winning ages ago."

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"Hi!" Laurentia said excited, having not hesitated to approach the stranger in the square. "Are you from around here, Sweetie? You look a little lost."

[miss-laurentia]

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"Crazy Cresta, I presume," Laurentia said with a little smile, doing a sort of curtsy to say hello. "How goes it? It's been a long while since I've seen you here in the Capitol." 

[miss-laurentia]

oh jesus i have a shittone of starters to do on here. if you've already been given a starter and you receive another one i'm sorryyy. 

[miss-laurentia]

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"Hello, darling! So wonderful to see you!" Laurentia said to the random Capitol citizens as she squeezed past them, not meaning a word that came out of her mouth. She didn't even recognise half the people at this silly party. There were victors here though, that was the main thing. "My, my, who do we have we here?" She stated once she finally reached one of them, taking a sip from her wine. 

[miss-laurentia]

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"It’s still pretty much ruined," she chuckled lightly as she looked up at the air sky and notice how the air does so much effect on it. Polluting it. Damaging mother nature. "If you ask me if I like it there, I will tell you that I don’t. One, because of the factories. They’re destroying mother nature."

[miss-laurentia]

Laurentia couldn't say she knew much about the environment and such- she just didn't care for it. Wasn't there a district that specialized in cleaning, or something? "You could always move to the Capitol, darling."

[miss-laurentia]

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And from the expression on the female’s face, and the tone the conversation had taken, his move to try and make the conversation that bit more flirty again hadn’t been the roaring success he’s expected it to be. “Well, I have to keep an air of mystery about me - keep people interested,” he spoke, in almost agreement with her statement. Now, he was almost counting down the remaining few minutes before he really would have to leave and head to his appointment. Not that he wanted to disappoint a citizen such as herself.

[miss-laurentia]

His words made her smile widen again, and she laughed, "Sounds about right. So many lovely ladies are into the mysterious kind of guy, I'd imagine," She agreed, glancing over towards the clock. "Is it time for you to go? Wouldn't want you to be late."

[miss-laurentia]

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Perplexed, Katniss tilted her head. 

          "Laurentia Cera— Should I know who you are?”

[miss-laurentia]

"If you were from the Capitol, I would be offended if you didn't. But because you're from one of the outlining districts, it's fine- my father was a well known gamemaker in my home."

[miss-laurentia]

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— Flashes of Annie flailing in water, almost drowning while the gamemaker poured more and more water in on top of her… Memories of fire falling from the sky and searing his leg… Random strikes of lightning killing that eleven-year-old boy from Twelve right before Finnick’s eyes… 

    “Oh, yes.” Finnick’s smile faltered. “I know of your father. He was the gamemaker for my Games, and I’ve been a mentor at a few of the other Games he made.” 

[miss-laurentia]

Laurentia hadn't been too old when Finnick won, only ten or eleven years old. She didn't really remember watching his games live, yet there were reruns of different games on all year round. "Sounds about right, mhm." She agreed with a little nod, watching his expressions, how his smile faltered.

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"H-hello." Annie smiled, "Might I ask, was your Father the head gamemaker?" It was possible that he had created Annie’s games and she wanted to know why the arena had flooded.

[miss-laurentia]

She nodded, tilting her head to the side. "He was, for many years. Until Seneca Crane took over a few years back. Why do you ask?"

[miss-laurentia]

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— Finnick kept his smile in place with difficulty. “Cera… Your father was the old gamemaker, wasn’t he?” He was Finnick’s gamemaker, and the one who’d nearly killed Annie in that overly sadistic way… 

[miss-laurentia]

Laurentia nodded, practically proud of her father's accomplishments, not that they were ever close. "That'd be correct, god rest his soul. I'm surprised you've heard of him. Most in the District don't know of him."