chins up smiles on | Virga & Marik
Jan 17, 2024 5:40:16 GMT -5
Post by Zhespy on Jan 17, 2024 5:40:16 GMT -5
V I R G A
I should take what's rightful mine / a kingdom sized / as big as my hungry eyes
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The day had arrived, tentavilely Virga's hand floated across his various hand, face and body rejuvinating treatments that were situated pristinely around his lavish vanity mirror. His face bare, ready to be scultped and sealed for the chance to thrust himself into the spotlight.He would be interviewing the victor of the 95th Hunger Games.An exclusive interview for his internet show which, at the moment, had a humble following. With this interview that following was sure not to be humble anymore there was no question about it, but what was he going to say? He had never interviewed anyone of such notoriety before, what if he says the wrong thing? Or better yet, what if he makes a fool of himself? All publicity is good plubicity. Anyway, he's still District after all. He straightened on his rouge stool as he craned his head forwar to get a clearer look at his face. A singular hair stuck out on his cheek. Out of place. Disgusting. His manicured nails curled their way to the intruder and ripped the parasite from it's burrow.
He gently carressed his face before beginning to generously pile various creams and cleansers to make his face presentable as possible. Not for his subject of course but for the camera. He often caught himself staring in the viewfinder completely mistified at his own appearence, which became a problem for livestreams as long periods of silence would break up the flow of the content. A grin stretched across his face displaying his perfectly whitened teeth. Let's go darling. Don't want to keep the audience waiting.
He left his apartment which he has taken the time to painstakingly design into some flashy, bright and obnoxious display of wealth. Just don't tell anyone that a lot of the furniture is second-hand and thrifted. Vintage, my furniture is vintage. A stark representation of an old powerful Capitol that still flourishes today. He made his way to one of the offices that was adjacent to the building where the tributes would reside before they were shipped off into the games. Along the walk he stopped as he caught a glimpse of himself in a window's reflection. His signiture fuschia long jacket that had a blue wrap around the top of it that was in the shape of a glorious bird. Of course paired with similar pants, bedazzled shoes and accessories and a dressshirt with gold embroidery.
Shaking his head back to reality he continued to the reception of the building. He carried a case of the equipment he would need to record this session. His hand gripped that handle for dear life his nails scratching into its hard exterior. The receiptionist finally pointed him to the conference room where he set up his equipment making minor adjustments everytime something felt even slightly out of place. He stopped when he was finally satisfied, but a twitch in his arm made him turn the microphone just a little to the left, before breifing out a sign and telling himself to leave it. He stepped back out of the room and waited. What if he doesn't show up? What if he just lost the plot and continued to kill people even now? Well... I would want to be the person who caught it on camera. His hungry eyes shifted around the room, his nose flaring almost as if to sniff out the district person amongst the good working people of the Capitol.
Inspired by ELEGANT's designs
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