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@tiger-in-the-snow
tigris snow -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚.𖥔 ݁ ˖
“people aren’t so bad. it’s what the world does to them.”
hunger games tbosas roleplay blog!
(i would prefer to keep this in the ballad era of the series if possible, though i wouldn’t mind writing her older!)
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People I Know:
@venus-flickerman-offical
@thecoveykids
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i am open to anything except nsfw!
(i <3 ocs)
please note: character is an adult, but the mod is a minor!
feel free to send asks / rp starters!
"Uhm- hi Tiger lady- are ya a real tiger? I saw ya on TV- dunno- if I saw a tiger.... Where were you? Are you soft? Would you let me pet you? We ain't allowed pets in the covey cuz rabies. Do you have rabies? Ain't good if ya do. Also how old are tigers? I'ma 7"
- Sky Jade @thecoveykids
"A real tiger?" Tigris laughed, delighted. "Do I look like one?"
She did a little spin. Her dress, old but pretty and pink, twirled with her. She stopped and crouched again, smiling at Sky Jade.
"No, I'm just a regular person like you. I don't think you'd find much novelty in petting me. I'm sorry you don't have any house pets. I don't either. I wish we could have a cat, but we don't... we don't have the time. To care for one. I don't have rabies, either," She said, very seriously. "Seven is a good age to be. I'm twenty-one."
The girl looked a little embarrassed, her face going a little red "Oh- yea I knew that" she mumbled a little as she looked over "Can we play-? If you.... Wanna?" She asked. "You do look like a tiger!" She giggled. "Are you Covey? Ain't seen you before but you look Covey but uhm fancy Covey-" she added as she looked nervously over. "Oh well I thought ya were soft" she mumbled, looking down at the floor due to being awfully embarrassed. "Good. I don't like rabies" she added "Ya old-" she giggled as she quietly held Bunny in her chest. She had Bunny, a stuffed animal which was worse for wear and clearly used to be pink. "Do you like Bunny?" She asked.
"If you'd like," Tigris smiled. "I'm not Covey, but you all do seem so lovely. I'm a Snow. Do you remember Coriolanus? I'm his older cousin."
She looked at the plushie. "Bunny? They're so cute! May I?"
She reached out a hand for the toy.
Sky Jade giggled a little. "Oh! Ya captiol? Ya don't seem like it" she added to the girl, nervously looking up at her. "Marigold said y'all Cappie asswipes and awful" she added, 'Cappie' was a common slur in the districts for Capitol. Sky Jade didn't know it was a slur so related it freely. "I like 'im- asked 'im if he was my daddy but he said no but we both gotta yellow hair-" Sky Jade paused a little as she nodded. "Also- thought he was the oldest. He older then Panem" she added before quietly giving over Bunny. She rarely let others touch the plushie- it was from her mama. "Be careful- from mama" she nervously explained.
"I'm Capitol," Tigris admitted.
Her smile faltered, her eyebrows knitting.
"Where did you hear things like that?" She asked. She tried to hide the hurt and surprise in her voice. It had been a common sentiment of her Grandma'am's that the District people hated all things Capitol, and the only reason they didn't burn down all of Panem was the Capitol's strict enforcement of oppression and the Games. Tigris had never subscribed to that belief, not really. It was jarring to hear out loud like that. Especially from a girl like Sky Jade, who seemed innocent and sweet as sugar. It seemed more like she was regurgitating a script. Or at least something she didn't know the meaning of.
"That's a big thing to say," Tigris said slowly. "Do you think that's true? I think the Capitol does lots of things I don't like, but I'm still Capitol, you know."
"I suppose you've got similar colored hair," Tigris mused.
She took Bunny with utmost care, looking the plushie over.
"He's from your Mama? I love that. My mother gave me a jewelry box when I was little. It hasn't been very useful these past few years, but it's nice to have."
She turned the plushie over.
"Bunny is lovely. Thank you for letting me hold him."
She handed Bunny back to Sky Jade.
"Uhm- hi Tiger lady- are ya a real tiger? I saw ya on TV- dunno- if I saw a tiger.... Where were you? Are you soft? Would you let me pet you? We ain't allowed pets in the covey cuz rabies. Do you have rabies? Ain't good if ya do. Also how old are tigers? I'ma 7"
- Sky Jade @thecoveykids
"A real tiger?" Tigris laughed, delighted. "Do I look like one?"
She did a little spin. Her dress, old but pretty and pink, twirled with her. She stopped and crouched again, smiling at Sky Jade.
"No, I'm just a regular person like you. I don't think you'd find much novelty in petting me. I'm sorry you don't have any house pets. I don't either. I wish we could have a cat, but we don't... we don't have the time. To care for one. I don't have rabies, either," She said, very seriously. "Seven is a good age to be. I'm twenty-one."
The girl looked a little embarrassed, her face going a little red "Oh- yea I knew that" she mumbled a little as she looked over "Can we play-? If you.... Wanna?" She asked. "You do look like a tiger!" She giggled. "Are you Covey? Ain't seen you before but you look Covey but uhm fancy Covey-" she added as she looked nervously over. "Oh well I thought ya were soft" she mumbled, looking down at the floor due to being awfully embarrassed. "Good. I don't like rabies" she added "Ya old-" she giggled as she quietly held Bunny in her chest. She had Bunny, a stuffed animal which was worse for wear and clearly used to be pink. "Do you like Bunny?" She asked.
"If you'd like," Tigris smiled. "I'm not Covey, but you all do seem so lovely. I'm a Snow. Do you remember Coriolanus? I'm his older cousin."
She looked at the plushie. "Bunny? They're so cute! May I?"
She reached out a hand for the toy.
"Uhm- hi Tiger lady- are ya a real tiger? I saw ya on TV- dunno- if I saw a tiger.... Where were you? Are you soft? Would you let me pet you? We ain't allowed pets in the covey cuz rabies. Do you have rabies? Ain't good if ya do. Also how old are tigers? I'ma 7"
- Sky Jade @thecoveykids
"A real tiger?" Tigris laughed, delighted. "Do I look like one?"
She did a little spin. Her dress, old but pretty and pink, twirled with her. She stopped and crouched again, smiling at Sky Jade.
"No, I'm just a regular person like you. I don't think you'd find much novelty in petting me. I'm sorry you don't have any house pets. I don't either. I wish we could have a cat, but we don't... we don't have the time. To care for one. I don't have rabies, either," She said, very seriously. "Seven is a good age to be. I'm twenty-one."
"Hi- you helped our Lucy Gray in the games! Thank ya- please come see us? The covey is real big! Bigger then ya know! Ain't got a bed for ya but ya can sleep with me and Sky Jade! Both of us are real lil! Promise- ya can see our dollies! I'll keep CC and Marigold from prankin' ya and and Magic Maroon ain't mean! She got kicked in the head by a horse but that's what Marigold said and and Dolly Rose needs a new dress cuz she wanna look like the town people! Okok byebye please come pinky promise? Ya can't break it"
- @officialmaudeivorybaird
Hello! You're friends of Lucy Gray's? Or family? That's lovely! I really did like her, and I'm glad she's been returned to you.
I'd love to meet you all. What's your name? I'm Tigris. Tigris Snow.
A letter came in the mail.
Tigris had been worried, after the Games were over, that things wouldn't have gone well for Lucy Gray. If Coriolanus had been so badly punished, she thought, what would they do to a girl from the districts?
It had been difficult to find an address for the girl. She didn't want to ask Coriolanus to bring her the letter; he had enough to do. Tigris had to pay a woman physically going to District 12 to hand it off. It took a while, but the letter arrived alright.
It read:
To Lucy Gray Baird,
I hope my letter finds you well. I should preface this by saying that this comes from Tigris Snow. I'm very glad that you made it home. At least, I do hope you've made it home. I write because I'm worried that, because of the circumstances, you were hindered by the Peacekeepers or unable to for some other reason. They told Coriolanus he was cheating in the Games, and they've forced him to enlist in the Peacekeepers. He'll be down there in 12 by now. If you're there and you've met again, I'm sure Coriolanus has told you all about it. Letters take so long to arrive.
Please, do not feel obligated to respond to this. I know correspondence from so far is expensive. I would love to know that you're alright, but I'm sure Coriolanus will tell me.
I also wanted to send this to let you know that I really did love your songs. You've certainly touched some hearts here, and I thank you for it.
Best well wishes,
Tigris Snow
(@tiger-in-the-snow)
A warm feeling spread through Lucy Gray as she read the letter and knew she wanted to write back to Tigris quickly, she sounded so worried. After carefully thinking of what to say, Lucy Gray started putting pen to paper, trying to make her words sound "Capitol-like" at least enough that it would be good enough.
Dear, Tigris
First off, I want to thank you for the letter. I'm not the type of girl who gets many letters, especially not ones as kind as yours. I'd also like to thank you again for what you did to my dress during the games. You truly have a gift when it comes to clothes.
To lighten up your worries, I am in fact back in District 12, and yes, Coriolanus told be about the cheating. Admittedly, I am part of the reason they found out. To make a long story short, after the games, I was searched and they the compact which was used to smuggle in rat poisoning. I guess the pieces just fell into place after that. After that, the dean, Highbottom if I recall, gave me some money and I was sent home back to 12 on the train.
Since then, I've been back and preforming with the Covey. It was a something of a shock to see Coriolanus, but it wasn't unwelcomed. He is safe, or at least as safe as he can be with the Peacekeepers. He visits me and the Covey when he can at least, and I think the others are starting to warm up to him.
I'm glad you enjoyed my songs, maybe one day you'll be able to hear me sing again, but it's nice to hear from you either way. I hope you continue to write to me some more, you and your cousin are rare birds.
All my love,
Lucy Gray Baird
Hopefully, this made sense of the situation, Lucy Gray's thoughts had been something of a blur since coming back to 12, like life was dream and she was waiting to wake up. Now, all she had to do was mail the letter. Maybe she'd give it to Coriolanus next time she saw him...
Tigris read Lucy Gray's letter late at night, as she was hunched stitching sequins into a blue bodysuit for Fabricia. She hadn't really expected a response, but felt almost giddy as she unfolded the paper.
She abandoned her sewing as soon as she finished it, tiptoeing to her room for pen and paper. By the light of the lamp she was using to sew, she scribbled back a response.
She wrote:
Dear Lucy Gray,
Thank you for writing me back! You can't imagine how pleased I am to hear that you're well and safe. Perhaps our correspondence is more reliable than I thought! I have yet to hear from Coriolanus, but I'm glad you two have reunited. I'm sure he's just busy with Peacekeeper work. We miss him terribly over here.
It would be hard not to love your voice, I have to say! I think everyone in the country has been properly starved for music. I do hope I'll get to hear you sing again, though it unfortunately doesn't seem likely given the distance.
How is your family? I'm sure they're happy to have you back. I'm glad to hear you've started performing again!
Best,
Tigris Snow
P.S: If you need anything from me, I'm always here. Just ask. Tell Coriolanus that, too.
She tucked Lucy Gray's letter into her mother's old jewelry box. It hadn't held jewelry in years, only the small, seemingly inconsequential things that brought Tigris joy these days. Pressed rose petals. Birthday cards. The first handkerchief she'd ever made, cut from an old dress and poorly hemmed. And now, Lucy Gray's lovely letter.
"Tigris Snow? I don't think we've met. I'm Venus Flickerman."
( @venus-flickerman-offical )
(Ooc: if you want this to be tbosas era, Venus is Lucky's daughter rather than granddaughter.)
“Yes, that’s me! Good evening! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Venus. You’re the weatherman’s daughter, right? How can I help?”
"I am, yeah. He's planning his Hunger Games interviews and he wanted to know if you'd do a pre Games special, about becoming the first official stylist of the Games, and introducing the idea of stylists for the tributes for this year." She hesitates. "I wanted to do it before my brother got around to asking, because well, I really liked your designs for last year's Games."
"Oh! Thank you so much, that's very kind of you to say. I'm especially glad to hear it coming from you. Fabricia Whatnot, my boss, she really likes you, you know. And I'd be... honored to do an interview, truly. Designing for the Games has been..." She stopped then, swallowing, like she was chewing over her words. "Eye-opening."
She cleared her throat. "Sorry. Who is your brother?"
She rolls her eyes. "Caesar. Fabricia designed that blue suit with lights on it for him, for the Reaping parties."
She does seem happy Fabricia likes her. "What's it like, designing for the Games? You actually get to meet the tributes."
"That was for him? Last year?" She laughed faintly. "I did the attaching stitches on half of those lights."
Her face fell a little at the question. "It's a very new experience. You learn a lot more about the districts through the tributes, since you have to spend so much time with them. They seem so backward by our standards, and somehow not that different at all. Makes me think."
She didn't elaborate on what. Instead, she smiled and focused back in on Venus's face.
"You know, I don't have to keep working for Fabricia. With the Games stylist job all lined up, I mean. I suppose I just never expected a fashion career to come through something like that. Are you interested in that sort of thing, Venus?"
"Very much so. I'm not into entertainment, not like my father or Caesar." She sighs. "When the possibility of stylists was introduced last year, I thought it's a career I shall like to pursue once I finish my education."
"The Districts are very interesting, yes. It kust be an honor learning about them. I went to District 1 on a school trip last year, and it was amazing!"
"Was it? It must be a beautiful place, even still rebuilding. My cousin saw a bit of District 12 one summer. He didn't like it very much, though I'm sure District 1 is quite different. What was the school trip for?"
"We were learning about where our luxury items came from." She tilts her head. "Your cousin is in the government, isn't he? Coriolanus, right?"
Tigris's face turned a bit strained, though she kept her smile. "Yes, he is," she said. "He's just starting out, but he has big ambitions. Our grandmother always used to say he'd be president, and now it seems he's really going to make a go for it. Strange how differently we turned out. How have you heard of him?"
"Oh, yes, I have. He's only 3-ish years older than me, from what I've heard. I remember him in school." She says. "Much like that, our Caesar is the one with big ambitions. He's my mother's pride and joy."
"He's memorable." She smiled a little. "We're in the same boat, then, aren't we? Well, I... wish you luck for your stylist career."
"Thank you. I shall tell my father you'll do the interview. His assistant will contact you in the next few days." Venus beams. "Could I get your autograph?"
"Please do!" She looked a bit flustered. "Sure. Thank you."
She pulls out a notebook from her coat pocket, flipping through pages of signatures from famous people. The latest page has Mags signature, after she won the 11th Annual Hunger Games. "I should have a pen somewhere...."
"That's quite a collection," Tigris laughed, a little surprised. "Who have you got?"
"A few Victors.... the President...... the Heads of most government departments but that's because I'm in school with their kids..... a few general celebrities...." She murmurs, flicking through the filled pages. "I started when I was about six, so there's over a decades worth of signatures."
"Impressive collection. I'm honored you think I'm worthy to be added to it. How old are you again?"
"17. I'll be 18 in February." She finally finds a pen, offering it to Tigris. "The 4th to be exact."
Tigris took the pen and carefully signed the blank page she was offered with her full name.
"Big year. Well, it has been wonderful to meet you, Venus. Thank you. And if you find yourself still stuck on stylist dreams, please, feel free to contact me. Actually, here..."
She gestured to be given the notebook again and scratched a number down beside her signature.
"That's a business number. You can give it to your father, too, or his assistant. For the interview."
"Oh! Thank you so much." She looks at the page with an awestruck expression.
“Best of luck!”
"Tigris Snow? I don't think we've met. I'm Venus Flickerman."
( @venus-flickerman-offical )
(Ooc: if you want this to be tbosas era, Venus is Lucky's daughter rather than granddaughter.)
“Yes, that’s me! Good evening! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Venus. You’re the weatherman’s daughter, right? How can I help?”
"I am, yeah. He's planning his Hunger Games interviews and he wanted to know if you'd do a pre Games special, about becoming the first official stylist of the Games, and introducing the idea of stylists for the tributes for this year." She hesitates. "I wanted to do it before my brother got around to asking, because well, I really liked your designs for last year's Games."
"Oh! Thank you so much, that's very kind of you to say. I'm especially glad to hear it coming from you. Fabricia Whatnot, my boss, she really likes you, you know. And I'd be... honored to do an interview, truly. Designing for the Games has been..." She stopped then, swallowing, like she was chewing over her words. "Eye-opening."
She cleared her throat. "Sorry. Who is your brother?"
She rolls her eyes. "Caesar. Fabricia designed that blue suit with lights on it for him, for the Reaping parties."
She does seem happy Fabricia likes her. "What's it like, designing for the Games? You actually get to meet the tributes."
"That was for him? Last year?" She laughed faintly. "I did the attaching stitches on half of those lights."
Her face fell a little at the question. "It's a very new experience. You learn a lot more about the districts through the tributes, since you have to spend so much time with them. They seem so backward by our standards, and somehow not that different at all. Makes me think."
She didn't elaborate on what. Instead, she smiled and focused back in on Venus's face.
"You know, I don't have to keep working for Fabricia. With the Games stylist job all lined up, I mean. I suppose I just never expected a fashion career to come through something like that. Are you interested in that sort of thing, Venus?"
"Very much so. I'm not into entertainment, not like my father or Caesar." She sighs. "When the possibility of stylists was introduced last year, I thought it's a career I shall like to pursue once I finish my education."
"The Districts are very interesting, yes. It kust be an honor learning about them. I went to District 1 on a school trip last year, and it was amazing!"
"Was it? It must be a beautiful place, even still rebuilding. My cousin saw a bit of District 12 one summer. He didn't like it very much, though I'm sure District 1 is quite different. What was the school trip for?"
"We were learning about where our luxury items came from." She tilts her head. "Your cousin is in the government, isn't he? Coriolanus, right?"
Tigris's face turned a bit strained, though she kept her smile. "Yes, he is," she said. "He's just starting out, but he has big ambitions. Our grandmother always used to say he'd be president, and now it seems he's really going to make a go for it. Strange how differently we turned out. How have you heard of him?"
"Oh, yes, I have. He's only 3-ish years older than me, from what I've heard. I remember him in school." She says. "Much like that, our Caesar is the one with big ambitions. He's my mother's pride and joy."
"He's memorable." She smiled a little. "We're in the same boat, then, aren't we? Well, I... wish you luck for your stylist career."
"Thank you. I shall tell my father you'll do the interview. His assistant will contact you in the next few days." Venus beams. "Could I get your autograph?"
"Please do!" She looked a bit flustered. "Sure. Thank you."
She pulls out a notebook from her coat pocket, flipping through pages of signatures from famous people. The latest page has Mags signature, after she won the 11th Annual Hunger Games. "I should have a pen somewhere...."
"That's quite a collection," Tigris laughed, a little surprised. "Who have you got?"
"A few Victors.... the President...... the Heads of most government departments but that's because I'm in school with their kids..... a few general celebrities...." She murmurs, flicking through the filled pages. "I started when I was about six, so there's over a decades worth of signatures."
"Impressive collection. I'm honored you think I'm worthy to be added to it. How old are you again?"
"17. I'll be 18 in February." She finally finds a pen, offering it to Tigris. "The 4th to be exact."
Tigris took the pen and carefully signed the blank page she was offered with her full name.
"Big year. Well, it has been wonderful to meet you, Venus. Thank you. And if you find yourself still stuck on stylist dreams, please, feel free to contact me. Actually, here..."
She gestured to be given the notebook again and scratched a number down beside her signature.
"That's a business number. You can give it to your father, too, or his assistant. For the interview."
"Tigris Snow? I don't think we've met. I'm Venus Flickerman."
( @venus-flickerman-offical )
(Ooc: if you want this to be tbosas era, Venus is Lucky's daughter rather than granddaughter.)
“Yes, that’s me! Good evening! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Venus. You’re the weatherman’s daughter, right? How can I help?”
"I am, yeah. He's planning his Hunger Games interviews and he wanted to know if you'd do a pre Games special, about becoming the first official stylist of the Games, and introducing the idea of stylists for the tributes for this year." She hesitates. "I wanted to do it before my brother got around to asking, because well, I really liked your designs for last year's Games."
"Oh! Thank you so much, that's very kind of you to say. I'm especially glad to hear it coming from you. Fabricia Whatnot, my boss, she really likes you, you know. And I'd be... honored to do an interview, truly. Designing for the Games has been..." She stopped then, swallowing, like she was chewing over her words. "Eye-opening."
She cleared her throat. "Sorry. Who is your brother?"
She rolls her eyes. "Caesar. Fabricia designed that blue suit with lights on it for him, for the Reaping parties."
She does seem happy Fabricia likes her. "What's it like, designing for the Games? You actually get to meet the tributes."
"That was for him? Last year?" She laughed faintly. "I did the attaching stitches on half of those lights."
Her face fell a little at the question. "It's a very new experience. You learn a lot more about the districts through the tributes, since you have to spend so much time with them. They seem so backward by our standards, and somehow not that different at all. Makes me think."
She didn't elaborate on what. Instead, she smiled and focused back in on Venus's face.
"You know, I don't have to keep working for Fabricia. With the Games stylist job all lined up, I mean. I suppose I just never expected a fashion career to come through something like that. Are you interested in that sort of thing, Venus?"
"Very much so. I'm not into entertainment, not like my father or Caesar." She sighs. "When the possibility of stylists was introduced last year, I thought it's a career I shall like to pursue once I finish my education."
"The Districts are very interesting, yes. It kust be an honor learning about them. I went to District 1 on a school trip last year, and it was amazing!"
"Was it? It must be a beautiful place, even still rebuilding. My cousin saw a bit of District 12 one summer. He didn't like it very much, though I'm sure District 1 is quite different. What was the school trip for?"
"We were learning about where our luxury items came from." She tilts her head. "Your cousin is in the government, isn't he? Coriolanus, right?"
Tigris's face turned a bit strained, though she kept her smile. "Yes, he is," she said. "He's just starting out, but he has big ambitions. Our grandmother always used to say he'd be president, and now it seems he's really going to make a go for it. Strange how differently we turned out. How have you heard of him?"
"Oh, yes, I have. He's only 3-ish years older than me, from what I've heard. I remember him in school." She says. "Much like that, our Caesar is the one with big ambitions. He's my mother's pride and joy."
"He's memorable." She smiled a little. "We're in the same boat, then, aren't we? Well, I... wish you luck for your stylist career."
"Thank you. I shall tell my father you'll do the interview. His assistant will contact you in the next few days." Venus beams. "Could I get your autograph?"
"Please do!" She looked a bit flustered. "Sure. Thank you."
She pulls out a notebook from her coat pocket, flipping through pages of signatures from famous people. The latest page has Mags signature, after she won the 11th Annual Hunger Games. "I should have a pen somewhere...."
"That's quite a collection," Tigris laughed, a little surprised. "Who have you got?"
"A few Victors.... the President...... the Heads of most government departments but that's because I'm in school with their kids..... a few general celebrities...." She murmurs, flicking through the filled pages. "I started when I was about six, so there's over a decades worth of signatures."
"Impressive collection. I'm honored you think I'm worthy to be added to it. How old are you again?"
"Tigris Snow? I don't think we've met. I'm Venus Flickerman."
( @venus-flickerman-offical )
(Ooc: if you want this to be tbosas era, Venus is Lucky's daughter rather than granddaughter.)
“Yes, that’s me! Good evening! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Venus. You’re the weatherman’s daughter, right? How can I help?”
"I am, yeah. He's planning his Hunger Games interviews and he wanted to know if you'd do a pre Games special, about becoming the first official stylist of the Games, and introducing the idea of stylists for the tributes for this year." She hesitates. "I wanted to do it before my brother got around to asking, because well, I really liked your designs for last year's Games."
"Oh! Thank you so much, that's very kind of you to say. I'm especially glad to hear it coming from you. Fabricia Whatnot, my boss, she really likes you, you know. And I'd be... honored to do an interview, truly. Designing for the Games has been..." She stopped then, swallowing, like she was chewing over her words. "Eye-opening."
She cleared her throat. "Sorry. Who is your brother?"
She rolls her eyes. "Caesar. Fabricia designed that blue suit with lights on it for him, for the Reaping parties."
She does seem happy Fabricia likes her. "What's it like, designing for the Games? You actually get to meet the tributes."
"That was for him? Last year?" She laughed faintly. "I did the attaching stitches on half of those lights."
Her face fell a little at the question. "It's a very new experience. You learn a lot more about the districts through the tributes, since you have to spend so much time with them. They seem so backward by our standards, and somehow not that different at all. Makes me think."
She didn't elaborate on what. Instead, she smiled and focused back in on Venus's face.
"You know, I don't have to keep working for Fabricia. With the Games stylist job all lined up, I mean. I suppose I just never expected a fashion career to come through something like that. Are you interested in that sort of thing, Venus?"
"Very much so. I'm not into entertainment, not like my father or Caesar." She sighs. "When the possibility of stylists was introduced last year, I thought it's a career I shall like to pursue once I finish my education."
"The Districts are very interesting, yes. It kust be an honor learning about them. I went to District 1 on a school trip last year, and it was amazing!"
"Was it? It must be a beautiful place, even still rebuilding. My cousin saw a bit of District 12 one summer. He didn't like it very much, though I'm sure District 1 is quite different. What was the school trip for?"
"We were learning about where our luxury items came from." She tilts her head. "Your cousin is in the government, isn't he? Coriolanus, right?"
Tigris's face turned a bit strained, though she kept her smile. "Yes, he is," she said. "He's just starting out, but he has big ambitions. Our grandmother always used to say he'd be president, and now it seems he's really going to make a go for it. Strange how differently we turned out. How have you heard of him?"
"Oh, yes, I have. He's only 3-ish years older than me, from what I've heard. I remember him in school." She says. "Much like that, our Caesar is the one with big ambitions. He's my mother's pride and joy."
"He's memorable." She smiled a little. "We're in the same boat, then, aren't we? Well, I... wish you luck for your stylist career."
"Thank you. I shall tell my father you'll do the interview. His assistant will contact you in the next few days." Venus beams. "Could I get your autograph?"
"Please do!" She looked a bit flustered. "Sure. Thank you."
She pulls out a notebook from her coat pocket, flipping through pages of signatures from famous people. The latest page has Mags signature, after she won the 11th Annual Hunger Games. "I should have a pen somewhere...."
"That's quite a collection," Tigris laughed, a little surprised. "Who have you got?"
"Tigris Snow? I don't think we've met. I'm Venus Flickerman."
( @venus-flickerman-offical )
(Ooc: if you want this to be tbosas era, Venus is Lucky's daughter rather than granddaughter.)
“Yes, that’s me! Good evening! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Venus. You’re the weatherman’s daughter, right? How can I help?”
"I am, yeah. He's planning his Hunger Games interviews and he wanted to know if you'd do a pre Games special, about becoming the first official stylist of the Games, and introducing the idea of stylists for the tributes for this year." She hesitates. "I wanted to do it before my brother got around to asking, because well, I really liked your designs for last year's Games."
"Oh! Thank you so much, that's very kind of you to say. I'm especially glad to hear it coming from you. Fabricia Whatnot, my boss, she really likes you, you know. And I'd be... honored to do an interview, truly. Designing for the Games has been..." She stopped then, swallowing, like she was chewing over her words. "Eye-opening."
She cleared her throat. "Sorry. Who is your brother?"
She rolls her eyes. "Caesar. Fabricia designed that blue suit with lights on it for him, for the Reaping parties."
She does seem happy Fabricia likes her. "What's it like, designing for the Games? You actually get to meet the tributes."
"That was for him? Last year?" She laughed faintly. "I did the attaching stitches on half of those lights."
Her face fell a little at the question. "It's a very new experience. You learn a lot more about the districts through the tributes, since you have to spend so much time with them. They seem so backward by our standards, and somehow not that different at all. Makes me think."
She didn't elaborate on what. Instead, she smiled and focused back in on Venus's face.
"You know, I don't have to keep working for Fabricia. With the Games stylist job all lined up, I mean. I suppose I just never expected a fashion career to come through something like that. Are you interested in that sort of thing, Venus?"
"Very much so. I'm not into entertainment, not like my father or Caesar." She sighs. "When the possibility of stylists was introduced last year, I thought it's a career I shall like to pursue once I finish my education."
"The Districts are very interesting, yes. It kust be an honor learning about them. I went to District 1 on a school trip last year, and it was amazing!"
"Was it? It must be a beautiful place, even still rebuilding. My cousin saw a bit of District 12 one summer. He didn't like it very much, though I'm sure District 1 is quite different. What was the school trip for?"
"We were learning about where our luxury items came from." She tilts her head. "Your cousin is in the government, isn't he? Coriolanus, right?"
Tigris's face turned a bit strained, though she kept her smile. "Yes, he is," she said. "He's just starting out, but he has big ambitions. Our grandmother always used to say he'd be president, and now it seems he's really going to make a go for it. Strange how differently we turned out. How have you heard of him?"
"Oh, yes, I have. He's only 3-ish years older than me, from what I've heard. I remember him in school." She says. "Much like that, our Caesar is the one with big ambitions. He's my mother's pride and joy."
"He's memorable." She smiled a little. "We're in the same boat, then, aren't we? Well, I... wish you luck for your stylist career."
"Thank you. I shall tell my father you'll do the interview. His assistant will contact you in the next few days." Venus beams. "Could I get your autograph?"
"Please do!" She looked a bit flustered. "Sure. Thank you."
"Tigris Snow? I don't think we've met. I'm Venus Flickerman."
( @venus-flickerman-offical )
(Ooc: if you want this to be tbosas era, Venus is Lucky's daughter rather than granddaughter.)
“Yes, that’s me! Good evening! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Venus. You’re the weatherman’s daughter, right? How can I help?”
"I am, yeah. He's planning his Hunger Games interviews and he wanted to know if you'd do a pre Games special, about becoming the first official stylist of the Games, and introducing the idea of stylists for the tributes for this year." She hesitates. "I wanted to do it before my brother got around to asking, because well, I really liked your designs for last year's Games."
"Oh! Thank you so much, that's very kind of you to say. I'm especially glad to hear it coming from you. Fabricia Whatnot, my boss, she really likes you, you know. And I'd be... honored to do an interview, truly. Designing for the Games has been..." She stopped then, swallowing, like she was chewing over her words. "Eye-opening."
She cleared her throat. "Sorry. Who is your brother?"
She rolls her eyes. "Caesar. Fabricia designed that blue suit with lights on it for him, for the Reaping parties."
She does seem happy Fabricia likes her. "What's it like, designing for the Games? You actually get to meet the tributes."
"That was for him? Last year?" She laughed faintly. "I did the attaching stitches on half of those lights."
Her face fell a little at the question. "It's a very new experience. You learn a lot more about the districts through the tributes, since you have to spend so much time with them. They seem so backward by our standards, and somehow not that different at all. Makes me think."
She didn't elaborate on what. Instead, she smiled and focused back in on Venus's face.
"You know, I don't have to keep working for Fabricia. With the Games stylist job all lined up, I mean. I suppose I just never expected a fashion career to come through something like that. Are you interested in that sort of thing, Venus?"
"Very much so. I'm not into entertainment, not like my father or Caesar." She sighs. "When the possibility of stylists was introduced last year, I thought it's a career I shall like to pursue once I finish my education."
"The Districts are very interesting, yes. It kust be an honor learning about them. I went to District 1 on a school trip last year, and it was amazing!"
"Was it? It must be a beautiful place, even still rebuilding. My cousin saw a bit of District 12 one summer. He didn't like it very much, though I'm sure District 1 is quite different. What was the school trip for?"
"We were learning about where our luxury items came from." She tilts her head. "Your cousin is in the government, isn't he? Coriolanus, right?"
Tigris's face turned a bit strained, though she kept her smile. "Yes, he is," she said. "He's just starting out, but he has big ambitions. Our grandmother always used to say he'd be president, and now it seems he's really going to make a go for it. Strange how differently we turned out. How have you heard of him?"
"Oh, yes, I have. He's only 3-ish years older than me, from what I've heard. I remember him in school." She says. "Much like that, our Caesar is the one with big ambitions. He's my mother's pride and joy."
"He's memorable." She smiled a little. "We're in the same boat, then, aren't we? Well, I... wish you luck for your stylist career."
"Thank you. I shall tell my father you'll do the interview. His assistant will contact you in the next few days." Venus beams. "Could I get your autograph?"
"Please do!" She looked a bit flustered. "Sure. Thank you."
"Tigris Snow? I don't think we've met. I'm Venus Flickerman."
( @venus-flickerman-offical )
(Ooc: if you want this to be tbosas era, Venus is Lucky's daughter rather than granddaughter.)
“Yes, that’s me! Good evening! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Venus. You’re the weatherman’s daughter, right? How can I help?”
"I am, yeah. He's planning his Hunger Games interviews and he wanted to know if you'd do a pre Games special, about becoming the first official stylist of the Games, and introducing the idea of stylists for the tributes for this year." She hesitates. "I wanted to do it before my brother got around to asking, because well, I really liked your designs for last year's Games."
"Oh! Thank you so much, that's very kind of you to say. I'm especially glad to hear it coming from you. Fabricia Whatnot, my boss, she really likes you, you know. And I'd be... honored to do an interview, truly. Designing for the Games has been..." She stopped then, swallowing, like she was chewing over her words. "Eye-opening."
She cleared her throat. "Sorry. Who is your brother?"
She rolls her eyes. "Caesar. Fabricia designed that blue suit with lights on it for him, for the Reaping parties."
She does seem happy Fabricia likes her. "What's it like, designing for the Games? You actually get to meet the tributes."
"That was for him? Last year?" She laughed faintly. "I did the attaching stitches on half of those lights."
Her face fell a little at the question. "It's a very new experience. You learn a lot more about the districts through the tributes, since you have to spend so much time with them. They seem so backward by our standards, and somehow not that different at all. Makes me think."
She didn't elaborate on what. Instead, she smiled and focused back in on Venus's face.
"You know, I don't have to keep working for Fabricia. With the Games stylist job all lined up, I mean. I suppose I just never expected a fashion career to come through something like that. Are you interested in that sort of thing, Venus?"
"Very much so. I'm not into entertainment, not like my father or Caesar." She sighs. "When the possibility of stylists was introduced last year, I thought it's a career I shall like to pursue once I finish my education."
"The Districts are very interesting, yes. It kust be an honor learning about them. I went to District 1 on a school trip last year, and it was amazing!"
"Was it? It must be a beautiful place, even still rebuilding. My cousin saw a bit of District 12 one summer. He didn't like it very much, though I'm sure District 1 is quite different. What was the school trip for?"
"We were learning about where our luxury items came from." She tilts her head. "Your cousin is in the government, isn't he? Coriolanus, right?"
Tigris's face turned a bit strained, though she kept her smile. "Yes, he is," she said. "He's just starting out, but he has big ambitions. Our grandmother always used to say he'd be president, and now it seems he's really going to make a go for it. Strange how differently we turned out. How have you heard of him?"
"Oh, yes, I have. He's only 3-ish years older than me, from what I've heard. I remember him in school." She says. "Much like that, our Caesar is the one with big ambitions. He's my mother's pride and joy."
"He's memorable." She smiled a little. "We're in the same boat, then, aren't we? Well, I... wish you luck for your stylist career."
"Tigris Snow? I don't think we've met. I'm Venus Flickerman."
( @venus-flickerman-offical )
(Ooc: if you want this to be tbosas era, Venus is Lucky's daughter rather than granddaughter.)
“Yes, that’s me! Good evening! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Venus. You’re the weatherman’s daughter, right? How can I help?”
"I am, yeah. He's planning his Hunger Games interviews and he wanted to know if you'd do a pre Games special, about becoming the first official stylist of the Games, and introducing the idea of stylists for the tributes for this year." She hesitates. "I wanted to do it before my brother got around to asking, because well, I really liked your designs for last year's Games."
"Oh! Thank you so much, that's very kind of you to say. I'm especially glad to hear it coming from you. Fabricia Whatnot, my boss, she really likes you, you know. And I'd be... honored to do an interview, truly. Designing for the Games has been..." She stopped then, swallowing, like she was chewing over her words. "Eye-opening."
She cleared her throat. "Sorry. Who is your brother?"
She rolls her eyes. "Caesar. Fabricia designed that blue suit with lights on it for him, for the Reaping parties."
She does seem happy Fabricia likes her. "What's it like, designing for the Games? You actually get to meet the tributes."
"That was for him? Last year?" She laughed faintly. "I did the attaching stitches on half of those lights."
Her face fell a little at the question. "It's a very new experience. You learn a lot more about the districts through the tributes, since you have to spend so much time with them. They seem so backward by our standards, and somehow not that different at all. Makes me think."
She didn't elaborate on what. Instead, she smiled and focused back in on Venus's face.
"You know, I don't have to keep working for Fabricia. With the Games stylist job all lined up, I mean. I suppose I just never expected a fashion career to come through something like that. Are you interested in that sort of thing, Venus?"
"Very much so. I'm not into entertainment, not like my father or Caesar." She sighs. "When the possibility of stylists was introduced last year, I thought it's a career I shall like to pursue once I finish my education."
"The Districts are very interesting, yes. It kust be an honor learning about them. I went to District 1 on a school trip last year, and it was amazing!"
"Was it? It must be a beautiful place, even still rebuilding. My cousin saw a bit of District 12 one summer. He didn't like it very much, though I'm sure District 1 is quite different. What was the school trip for?"
"We were learning about where our luxury items came from." She tilts her head. "Your cousin is in the government, isn't he? Coriolanus, right?"
Tigris's face turned a bit strained, though she kept her smile. "Yes, he is," she said. "He's just starting out, but he has big ambitions. Our grandmother always used to say he'd be president, and now it seems he's really going to make a go for it. Strange how differently we turned out. How have you heard of him?"
"Tigris Snow? I don't think we've met. I'm Venus Flickerman."
( @venus-flickerman-offical )
(Ooc: if you want this to be tbosas era, Venus is Lucky's daughter rather than granddaughter.)
“Yes, that’s me! Good evening! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Venus. You’re the weatherman’s daughter, right? How can I help?”
"I am, yeah. He's planning his Hunger Games interviews and he wanted to know if you'd do a pre Games special, about becoming the first official stylist of the Games, and introducing the idea of stylists for the tributes for this year." She hesitates. "I wanted to do it before my brother got around to asking, because well, I really liked your designs for last year's Games."
"Oh! Thank you so much, that's very kind of you to say. I'm especially glad to hear it coming from you. Fabricia Whatnot, my boss, she really likes you, you know. And I'd be... honored to do an interview, truly. Designing for the Games has been..." She stopped then, swallowing, like she was chewing over her words. "Eye-opening."
She cleared her throat. "Sorry. Who is your brother?"
She rolls her eyes. "Caesar. Fabricia designed that blue suit with lights on it for him, for the Reaping parties."
She does seem happy Fabricia likes her. "What's it like, designing for the Games? You actually get to meet the tributes."
"That was for him? Last year?" She laughed faintly. "I did the attaching stitches on half of those lights."
Her face fell a little at the question. "It's a very new experience. You learn a lot more about the districts through the tributes, since you have to spend so much time with them. They seem so backward by our standards, and somehow not that different at all. Makes me think."
She didn't elaborate on what. Instead, she smiled and focused back in on Venus's face.
"You know, I don't have to keep working for Fabricia. With the Games stylist job all lined up, I mean. I suppose I just never expected a fashion career to come through something like that. Are you interested in that sort of thing, Venus?"
"Very much so. I'm not into entertainment, not like my father or Caesar." She sighs. "When the possibility of stylists was introduced last year, I thought it's a career I shall like to pursue once I finish my education."
"The Districts are very interesting, yes. It kust be an honor learning about them. I went to District 1 on a school trip last year, and it was amazing!"
"Was it? It must be a beautiful place, even still rebuilding. My cousin saw a bit of District 12 one summer. He didn't like it very much, though I'm sure District 1 is quite different. What was the school trip for?"
"Tigris Snow? I don't think we've met. I'm Venus Flickerman."
( @venus-flickerman-offical )
(Ooc: if you want this to be tbosas era, Venus is Lucky's daughter rather than granddaughter.)
“Yes, that’s me! Good evening! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Venus. You’re the weatherman’s daughter, right? How can I help?”
"I am, yeah. He's planning his Hunger Games interviews and he wanted to know if you'd do a pre Games special, about becoming the first official stylist of the Games, and introducing the idea of stylists for the tributes for this year." She hesitates. "I wanted to do it before my brother got around to asking, because well, I really liked your designs for last year's Games."
"Oh! Thank you so much, that's very kind of you to say. I'm especially glad to hear it coming from you. Fabricia Whatnot, my boss, she really likes you, you know. And I'd be... honored to do an interview, truly. Designing for the Games has been..." She stopped then, swallowing, like she was chewing over her words. "Eye-opening."
She cleared her throat. "Sorry. Who is your brother?"
She rolls her eyes. "Caesar. Fabricia designed that blue suit with lights on it for him, for the Reaping parties."
She does seem happy Fabricia likes her. "What's it like, designing for the Games? You actually get to meet the tributes."
"That was for him? Last year?" She laughed faintly. "I did the attaching stitches on half of those lights."
Her face fell a little at the question. "It's a very new experience. You learn a lot more about the districts through the tributes, since you have to spend so much time with them. They seem so backward by our standards, and somehow not that different at all. Makes me think."
She didn't elaborate on what. Instead, she smiled and focused back in on Venus's face.
"You know, I don't have to keep working for Fabricia. With the Games stylist job all lined up, I mean. I suppose I just never expected a fashion career to come through something like that. Are you interested in that sort of thing, Venus?"
"Tigris Snow? I don't think we've met. I'm Venus Flickerman."
( @venus-flickerman-offical )
(Ooc: if you want this to be tbosas era, Venus is Lucky's daughter rather than granddaughter.)
“Yes, that’s me! Good evening! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Venus. You’re the weatherman’s daughter, right? How can I help?”
"I am, yeah. He's planning his Hunger Games interviews and he wanted to know if you'd do a pre Games special, about becoming the first official stylist of the Games, and introducing the idea of stylists for the tributes for this year." She hesitates. "I wanted to do it before my brother got around to asking, because well, I really liked your designs for last year's Games."
"Oh! Thank you so much, that's very kind of you to say. I'm especially glad to hear it coming from you. Fabricia Whatnot, my boss, she really likes you, you know. And I'd be... honored to do an interview, truly. Designing for the Games has been..." She stopped then, swallowing, like she was chewing over her words. "Eye-opening."
She cleared her throat. "Sorry. Who is your brother?"
