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willow, oak & sequoia, too >> sam&rein Apr 24, 2023 10:57:06 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2023 10:57:06 GMT -5

s a m p s o n c r o w e .

It's simply not an attraction until I'm there.

I think that's how the law works - wow, it's been a while! I haven't seen the sun in a bit, I swear living in Saturn City you just get used to the neon lights. I don't leave often, I swear each year I turn a little more into my mother. Different boy on my arm, different me at every turn, all I do these days is sex, drugs and fashion. It's a hard life, being me, can you believe it? I just had this huge commission for a certain Quartz's shotgun wedding though, so I think I deserve a little vacation.

It's hard work being the epicenter of success, ugh. I've been working on my body though, want to see? I think it's time we retire wearing shirts altogether, all I've got on is a pair of heels, baggy white joggers and a pink veil for discretion. These hoes are so desperate to clock me in public, I'm tired of the hide and seek - I'd say I'm tired, but they'd replace me in a heartbeat if I admitted it.

Know this: nobody is irreplaceable.

You're in until you're out, and once you're out, another hungry nobody is in. Not to say Reinhardt's a nobody; you see, he's been on my radar. I like to scope out success right before the moment strikes, because then I look like I was ahead of the curve without really trying that hard. Nepotism is the new 9 to 5, and he seems like he's good at it. Just good. I'll be the judge of perfection, I often am.

I bought out the entire monorail section so I can travel in peace. It's important to show up early; I keep hearing all these things about Reinhardt's abode that I simply must see in daylight. He doesn't know I'm coming either, if he leaves me hanging I'll just have to destroy all credibility he's built up. When they go low, I go lower, baby. First thing I notice when I arrive is the whiff of foliage that comes, in Saturn City you can't go a block without getting a second hand high. I haven't smelled a freshly mowed lawn outside of those knick-knack candles I picked up once visiting Nico in 12.

Now that's an attraction. It's so sad down there, I don't know how he lives there half of the year. Felt entirely new emotions on that visit - I plan to never go again, but it was a wonderful experience while it lasted.

There's a barrage on my eyes in the form of trees, trees and more trees. I travel alone today, and I nearly get lost trying to find the front door. The doorbell rings out a tune I can't pinpoint as the morning sun beams down, my baby soft skin protected only by the shade of a great pine tree. Magnificent, they have a purpose after all! Here I thought they were just needy decoration pieces, I wonder how many people he has to keep them living.

I pay millions for my single dragon enclosure, I can only imagine what a real forest must wager.

"Well, hello!" I say as the grand entrance pulls back, revealing none other than Reinhardt himself, a young socialite not unlike myself a few years ago. Becoming established is a secret in and of itself, but joining the ranks of the official stylists is a good start. I pull the veil back, revealing my face and chest as it cascades into its cape form. Everyone loves a 2 in 1. "Sampson Crowe, pleasure to meet you," I introduce myself as if he doesn't know who I am. He's cute! There's a scent of cedar- no, pine?- that follows after him, and I must say it's quite enchanting.

He's got potential for sure, I wonder what Romeo would think of him.

"Am I too early for the tour? I needed an excuse to leave the house."

willow, oak & sequoia, too >> sam&rein Apr 25, 2023 8:13:47 GMT -5

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Post by MATTIO on Apr 25, 2023 8:13:47 GMT -5

<< reinhardt >>

I'm a self-made and self-taught influencer, through and through. See, lots of celebrities in the Capitol don't do their own work. They pose for photos that other people take, edit, and twist as their job. I do it all. With the woodland renovations, that means lugging around a clunky tripod and begging it to stay in place for longer than fifteen seconds on the uneven earthy ground. Inanimate objects can't take bribes as real people can.

Today's another day of work on my portfolio. There's been an open spot on District Seven's stylist team for months now, and it seems like the board on Hunger Games aesthetic, or whatever you want to call it, has been stumped on who to pick. The first one is too self-absorbed, and the next ones are not visionaries. I'm still in the running, though, sending each hand-crafted outfit to them as evidence of my expertise. On top of that, high-definition makeup shots. Last, but perhaps the most important, is the power to envision the aesthetic of Seven and master it through imagery.

That's the subject matter for today. I'm one with the forest, just like the critters that come in from Seven once a year! I relate to them on a personal level. There's this one tree in my house that's dying, and I make sure to hug it every day to ensure it knows that it's loved! Nature and I have a connection. Setting the many differences with my father aside, I'm so happy that for once, he seems to understand who I am and supports me. And I'm grateful for the oil stocks he holds, too, because without them, I wouldn't have this serene environment around me today!

Birds sing and flock through the sky. Love the recent addition of mocking jays to the aviary book of the house! They were classically conditioned to make their tune whenever someone rings my doorbell. I turn off the camera, careful to prevent anyone from seeing my portfolio before any edits are made or blemishes are removed. I make my way to the front entrance, pulling neatly back my hair from the messy District Seven aesthetic.

None other than Sampson Crowe stands at my doorstep. I clock it through the disguise. I've been a big fan of them for years! I mean, any aspiring stylist would be. As an artist of the body, I study each of the stylists carefully to identify the things that work and the things that don't. And some of these stylists, woof, they're a mess. District Three's stylists agreed to put Duke Nixton and Brennan Fitzgerald in those latex body suits. Don't get me wrong, the binary coding lighting up was impressive! And the goggles? I understood the idea immediately. Unfortunately, latex is a very distinct material that requires a very specific body… that neither of them possessed. Regardless– Sampson Crow is not one of the people that I've given much of a flaw to in their sense of fashion.

"Well hello!" Heels, joggers, a veil– in pink, no less. If that's Sam's favorite color, pink, we might get along well enough. The veil pulls back to reveal they're shirtless. They're not the first shirtless person to knock on the forest's doors, and they certainly won't be the last. Introductions fall on a gentle smile as both of us pretend like it's a surprise.

"Am I too early for the tour? I needed an excuse to leave the house."

I open the floor up to them. "No tour, unfortunately. I consider this to be more of an experience for all my visitors. You're welcome to experience this place as much as you'd like."

I point out each landmark spot to them: the pond, the river, the white oak forest, the dark oak forest, and the campfire. Everything I do is a showcase. "Don't let me forget to give you some of my maple syrup on the way out."

I pause for dramatic effect. I don't mean that in a way that would have my dad screaming my government name. "You know, from my sugar maple tree." I leave it up to them to decide where they'd like to visit first. They are the guest, after all.

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