All or Nothing // Kay
Sept 28, 2015 23:23:18 GMT -5
Post by charade on Sept 28, 2015 23:23:18 GMT -5
CADENCE FORTISSIMO
Another year, and another arena. Mr. Kincade had managed to land another turn at the wheel. She supposed she might have congratulated him, but of course, the thought of purposefully hobnobbing with him repulsed her. There were far more interesting people to dole out a fraction of time for. Last year during the Quell, Innocent had approached her and engaged in small talk. She had humored him, because unlike most capitolites, he wasn't boring. And in that she had been pleasantly surprised. They had gone from dry banter to a battle of wits that had turned into a series of wagers about the tributes.
There had been monthly meetups at the same place from that point on. It was...nice to have an intellectual equal. Or the closest thing to it, at least. And so they had talked and dithered on about things at each meeting. She learned about the way the pit he worked at was run, and though she didn't think that avoxes had nearly enough to offer as tributes, knowing that someone out there still got a use out of retired mutts was interesting. But that was all behind her now, with the seventy-first bloodbath only minutes away there was more to consider.
Cadence slid carefully into a seat at their arranged meeting place, the same table they used every month. Innocent was already there. "I do believe you owe me for district one. Neither tribute is from a well known career family." Just one of the many bets they had made about the games before it had commenced. The rest of the wagers would be doled out accordingly once the bloodbath had started, but that wouldn't be for another week. Still, she had to admit internally that she derived pleasure from these meetups. It was so hard to find someone whose thought process was anywhere near hers. It didn't hurt that Innocent Fitztucker had a roguish charm going for him either.
She grinned, batting her eyes coquettishley as the waiter arrived with their drinks. Innocent must have ordered them before hand. Easy enough. She got the same thing every time. A tonic water flavored with vanilla and mint. She'd be keeping an eye on him. Fitz might have had a head for numbers, but she didn't he grasped what it meant to be a gamemaker. The planning that went into it. True, she had decided to refocus on genetics and mutt designing rather than deal with tributes and numbers, but he had never even been where she had.
After sipping daintily at the drink, she moved the little stirring spoon around in slow circular motions with a playful smirk and kept her eyes on him like a hawk watching a mouse. "Perhaps you'll do better in the bloodbath. Now pay up."
There had been monthly meetups at the same place from that point on. It was...nice to have an intellectual equal. Or the closest thing to it, at least. And so they had talked and dithered on about things at each meeting. She learned about the way the pit he worked at was run, and though she didn't think that avoxes had nearly enough to offer as tributes, knowing that someone out there still got a use out of retired mutts was interesting. But that was all behind her now, with the seventy-first bloodbath only minutes away there was more to consider.
Cadence slid carefully into a seat at their arranged meeting place, the same table they used every month. Innocent was already there. "I do believe you owe me for district one. Neither tribute is from a well known career family." Just one of the many bets they had made about the games before it had commenced. The rest of the wagers would be doled out accordingly once the bloodbath had started, but that wouldn't be for another week. Still, she had to admit internally that she derived pleasure from these meetups. It was so hard to find someone whose thought process was anywhere near hers. It didn't hurt that Innocent Fitztucker had a roguish charm going for him either.
She grinned, batting her eyes coquettishley as the waiter arrived with their drinks. Innocent must have ordered them before hand. Easy enough. She got the same thing every time. A tonic water flavored with vanilla and mint. She'd be keeping an eye on him. Fitz might have had a head for numbers, but she didn't he grasped what it meant to be a gamemaker. The planning that went into it. True, she had decided to refocus on genetics and mutt designing rather than deal with tributes and numbers, but he had never even been where she had.
After sipping daintily at the drink, she moved the little stirring spoon around in slow circular motions with a playful smirk and kept her eyes on him like a hawk watching a mouse. "Perhaps you'll do better in the bloodbath. Now pay up."
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