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[ It's late, my computer's busted. So.. Tael fan art happened! Woo! ]

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I'm No Superman

Tagging → Caelius Cicero, Laelia

Time Frame → Before the Arena

Location → Prep Room

As he made his way towards the pod, his heart began to beat faster and faster. His mind immediately flashed to his closest ally, TAC. Hoping that he was handing this situation better than he was. Who was he kidding, TAC was surely calm and collected, much like he has been since he arrived. Thinking of his smile sent a relieving feeling through Cael's body as he exhaled softly. He turned around once more to face Laelia, who surprisingly had shed a tear. After all their arguments and fighting, she really did care for him and that made the situation that much harder.

Cael walked back over to her and gave her a comforting hug. "I'll be okay. . ." he said softly, trying to remain his composure. He wished that there was more he could say to ease her tension, but he knew that even he wouldn't believe it himself. Releasing the small woman from his arms, he took a few steps backwards, and put his arms to his side. "I promise to make you all proud of me. ." he spoke, looking at her with a small smile. "You'll be great! Just try not to get so caught up in your head." she laughed, slightly easing the tension.

"60 seconds" Cael took a deep breath as he made his way over to the pod at the far end of the room. Once entering, he turned back to face his stylist giving her a small wave as the pod closed behind him. 'Run as fast as you can Cael, you can do this!'

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Pixelated Memories

Tagging → Caelius Cicero, Tacitus Constantine

Time Frame  → Evening

Location → Main Lobby

Cael had spent a majority of his free time in the Lobby after training was over, the mood in the apartment was too tense for him. He had tried to speak with Rhymer earlier but once more, was completely shut down, she was in game mode. His mentor couldn't seem to make it through a meal without bringing up Cael's scores in the Private Session, reiterating how he 'blew it' and how 'he's a failure'. Truthfully, Cael didn't agree with the idea of the Private Sessions, or being ranked before the games even begin. It didn't bother him that he was already low on the board, he knew what he was capable of and didn't feel it necessary to 'prove himself'.

He sat at a small table near one of the Capitol 'windows' gazing into what appeared to be the city. Mostly everyone was up on their floors by now gossiping about their scores or what they would discuss in their interviews the following day. None of that mattered much to Cael, what he cared about was merely surviving for as long as he could, all of the extra Capitol events were merely to please everyone else. Taking a sip of his smoothie that he nabbed from upstairs, he glanced around the lobby. Sure the Capitol was nice, but it just made him miss home, his brothers, wishing he would have another chance to tell them how much they mean to him. He spent too much time suppressing his emotions, that he was never able to be close with anyone.

The memories of this morning's events flooded Cael's head. He wished he could fix things with TAC, maybe apologize for what he had done and hope for him to still want to be friends. He'd never been romantic with anyone before, so it was unusual for him to act on such feelings, but with TAC it just felt right.

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pharomachrus mocinno feat. [tac & cael]

Tagging → Tacitus Constantine & Caelius Cicero.

Time frame → Early morning post Training Day #3 (4:45 AM).

It was stupidly late in the morning, far more early than he cared to be awake. Amorem, his mentor, put sole responsibility of TAC's well-being inSKILL's, his stylist's, capable hands.  After three days of bumps, bruises, and sprains, Amorem insisted that SKILL bring TAC back up to snuff.

``WOW!  TAC, you're so wicked totally strong, huh?  Not even flinching!  Man, I wish I was like.. half as awesome as you were!  It's totally not fair," SKILL cried as she sat with TAC in the MLTA upon a large sectional.  Clad in an extra large tee shirt with a picture of one stick figure chopping off the head of another stick figure, she sat behind a shirtless TAC with a small artist's palette in her hand and a thin paintbrush in the other.  There were various pale colors on in including pink, green, and a smokey gray.

``It must tingle a little, but don't even sweat!  That's how you know it's working!"  She was drawing foreign characters all over TAC's back.  After a few moments, they would absorb into TAC's skin.  The whole procedure looked very odd, but, TAC just sat with hands focused mindlessly on a channel focusing on indigenous life forms spotted in forests.  He was in his own little planet far removed from the present.

``TAC!  TAC!  UGH!  You're not even listening.  You totally stink," she said with a large frown on her face, continuing to paint different colored symbols upon his back.

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TAKING CHANCES [cael & tac]

Tagging - Caelius Cicero, Tacitus Constantine

Time Frame - Training Day Two

Location - Dining Hall

At the far end of the hall was a wide spread of different foods, but his eyes were immediately drawn to the basket of warm rolls. While navigating through his options, he snagged a piece of bread and began picking at it putting small pieces into his mouth.

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TAKING COVER [w.Leon & Atlas]

Tagging - Leonardi Romo, Atlas Forestay, Caelius Cicero

Time Frame - Early Morning Day Two

Location - Training Center (Shelters)

Arriving at the area he noticed many things were set up for the tributes such as stone slabs, underbrush, mud, vines, wood and over-sized leaves. He squatted down at the table to get a better look at all the items, feeling their texture and density planning out scenarios in his head already as he waited for the other tributes to arrive.

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A Fresh Outlook

Tagging - Caelius Cicero

Time Frame - Early Morning Day Two

Location - Third Floor

As Cael woke up that morning, he had a much better mind-set than the day prior, today he was going to prove himself. Rising out of bed, making his way into the bathroom to start his new morning ritual.

'Every morning start with a hair mask for 10-15 minutes (see bottle #1), washing it out as you shower. Once dried, style with Creamy Molding Wax (see bottle #2). Then apply your Cleanser (#3), Toner (#4) and Moisturizer (#5), blotting your face with the towel. Keep in mind, I am ALWAYS watching. Enjoy your day, clothes are on the chair ;)'

Laelia was an extremely 'hands on' stylist, always having his 'best interests in mind' but he didn't buy it. However, she knows best so he did as instructed. Once complete, he returned to his bedroom and noticed the ensemble laid out on the chair near his bed. Cael was always one for laying out his clothes back at home, but still wasn't used to having someone else pick them out for him. There was a note on top of the pile saying 'These are freshly steamed, don't wrinkle them' He laughed to himself tossing the note to the side and slipped into some white running shorts which seemed even shorter than yesterdays, but had the same sequin detailed stripe doing down the side. It was paired with a white fitted tank top with a similar sequin hood to what he had during the parade. He stood in the mirror for a moment shaking his head trying to stretch the shorts down as far as they could, but kept shrinking back up.

Giving up on this appearance for today, he left his room entering into the main dining area noticing the large array of different breakfast pastries and to his pleasure a large basket of freshly baked rolls. Rolls were Cael's soft spot, the only thing that he requested to his escort for food. He sat down at the table realizing that Rhymer had already gone to training for the day. They hadn't really spoken much at all since they arrived, it wasn't that they didn't get along, neither really had anything to say to each other. She was very focused and had made it clear that she wasn't there to make friends, so he respected her wishes and let her be.

After scarfing two rolls, he got up, pushed his chair in and headed towards the door, grabbing one more piece of bread for the journey. During training yesterday, he relied too heavily on his mentor's suggestions, however they were all areas he was weak in. Cael couldn't continue to show weakness today, he had to prove to not only his fellow tributes but himself that he stood a chance just as much as everyone else.

Entering the Training Center, Cael peered around the room deciding where to start first.