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Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Jan 4, 2015 22:31:29 GMT -5

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a note from the desk of

gamemaker

Glamour Kinkade

i can hear the echo ringing in my head

He had warning. The elevator feed led directly into his security system, and likely to dozens of others in the building. Glamour embraced the invasion of privacy, flaunting his toned figure every chance he could. If anyone else watched the security videos tonight, they'd know that Glamour had caught himself a very big fish.

He milled next to the fountain in the foyer, plucking black rose after black rose from a bouquet an avox held, then dropping the delicate petals into the running water. As practiced, the avox knocked in such a way just before opening the doors for the victor. Glamour took the second to pose, one foot on the edge of the fountain, forcing his hip forward, the other squarely on the ground. He'd chosen his outfit carefully as ever, of course. Skin tight black jeans, polished leather slip ons, and a black vest made from the feathers of vravens. Gold bangles at his wrists and hoops in his ears, and not a stitch else. Why cover up such majesty?

A third avox entered right on queue to present two flutes of champagne. Glamour took his first, the flute itself a crystallized work of art. The second was presented to Leon, and then the avox disappeared behind a false wall. "This way, this way, my darling victor." Glamour made his walk a processional as he led Leon through the art gallery and into the sitting room. It had the best view in the entire suite of the Capitol. The lights of the city glittered, cold and hard as diamonds.

"Sit, sit," he chirped. He knew that Leon hadn't gone mute in the Games - they'd never allow that to happen - yet he has begun to wonder. Glamour took a long draw from his flute before carefully seating himself on the edge of a very uncomfortable white couch, across from Leon. "Cat got your tongue?"

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