Let's Embrace the Point of No Return // [ Dustyn x Capri]

Let's Embrace the Point of No Return // [ Dustyn x Capri] Oct 1, 2015 20:10:38 GMT -5

Quote

Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Oct 1, 2015 20:10:38 GMT -5

CAPRICIOUS KING

For the first time in over a decade of working for the Gamemaking Headquarters, Capricious King found herself in the inner echelon, able to watch the Private Training Sessions from the comfort of the Gamemakers perch. The thrill bubbled in her veins, made her eyelashes flutter with adrenaline. No matter what people said, it was not the same to watch the videos of the sessions as it was to be there, in the moment, observing every awkward transition, every drawn out wait.

Of course, without the magic of editing, she also saw more of the gritty back and forth between the Gamemakers. She didn't pretend to understand President Snow, but certainly someone more intelligent could have been found to pair with Dom Copperview, or someone less concerned with popularity. Most of the room was crowded not with people qualified to observe the sessions, but with Glamour's Groupies. Some of them overlapped with her curated social circle but she considered none of them friends. If they mentioned to the press that she had been present, they served a purpose. She did her best to ignore them.

It was easy enough to do once the sessions officially began. They added no interesting flavor to the proceedings, and she wouldn't have bothered to quote most of their no-names anyhow. Instead she hovered over her tablet, recording choice bits of commentary from Dom, and occasionally a sour remark from Glamour.

Each session would be edited by a different team, leaving her focus on the Gamemakers. But every so often, one tribute snagged her attention. Dustyn Chase, District Two, was one of those tributes. The moment he entered, she sat back and hopped that Dom's comments would be brief. Her dark eyes followed every movement, the careful setup through the eventual conclusion. Capri smirked even as Dom and Glamour bickered.

"I'll be right back" she murmured, even though no one cared. An Avox took her hand, helping her down a few short stairs in her five-inch heels. They clicked steadily as she wound her way down the hall, past the restrooms, deeper into the Training Center. She slid her identification card - just one level of access down from Dom herself - into the reader outside of a set of double steel doors.

When she stepped through, she arrived at the exact same moment Dustyn Chase was making his way to the tribute elevators. Their gazes connected, Capricious' long dark lashes falling. Once she was sure she had his attention, she made a great to-do about turning in a circle, even though it bothered her elevated feet not at all. She teetered, reached out for him.

"Aren't you sweet," she murmured, her voice an octave higher than would have come naturally. "I was in the perch. Did you notice me? Because I noticed you, Dustyn Chase. I'm not a trainer though," she pouted about the restriction. When she leaned forward, she moved inch by inch, prolonging the moment. "But if I'd come down into your little arena, things would have gone a little differently. I would have let you tie me up." She gripped his arms, pressing her pointed nails into his flesh. "But I would have never let you touch me with your weapon."

table coding (c) ghosty

Let's Embrace the Point of No Return // [ Dustyn x Capri] Oct 1, 2015 23:30:04 GMT -5

Quote

Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Oct 1, 2015 23:30:04 GMT -5

DUSTYN CHASE

Only seconds before he was out of the room, he heard the buzzer ring that signaled his time. He had timed it perfectly without meaning to, which he thought might just score a few points: complete utilization of his time. He was met with a pair of peacekeepers, one a woman with her hair tied back in a pony-tail and her dark skin seeming even darker against the white of her uniform, the other a short, beefy man with olive skin and a face like a bag of bricks. Dustyn guessed the woman was in charge from the way she immediately took hold of his forearm and nodded to the boy. "We will be escorting you to the elevator to ensure your own safety." she spoke simply, and he fought the urge to laugh. Ensure his safety? If that was what they were there for, they needn't stop with the elevator.

A train ride back to District Two would have sufficed.

He had only ever rode in one other elevator his entire life, and it was the one in the Justice Building that led to the Mayor's office. It was small and made entirely of metal and vibrated when it began it's ascent and had always made Dustyn a bit uneasy. However, pardon the pair of hands that restrained him, (what was he going to do, attempt escape?) he had to admit the tribute elevator was much, much better than District Two's. An entire wall was made of glass and he almost felt as if he were back on the train that brought him there.

When the doors opened, the peacekeepers dropped their grips on him and nodded him forward. But he didn't move. Because as the doors came sliding open, Capricious King stood on the other side. She smiled at him the type of smile he remembered seeing a few times throughout his life. The smile of a person with confidence, the smile of a person who was used to getting what they wanted.

Just moments before, Capri had watched him do something no one would ever be allowed to speak of. His mind raced with possibilities. Was she angry at him for what he had done? Disappointed? Had she expected him to rip plastic men apart and do death's dance with a sword in his left hand? Was she coming to deliver the news that he, unfortunately, was not going to make the cut unless he made himself more memorable?

The doors closed behind him and Capri twirled. She was endlessly made of curves: from the dimples of her smile, to the dark mane of hair she wore so well, to the sizable bend in her hips that she was famous for. She was a bombshell to the core, and she was currently tossing her hair over her shoulder and stepping in closer to him. With every step forward she took, he replied with one back until he was against the doors of the elevator and he was hers for the taking. "Did you notice me? Because I noticed you, Dustyn Chase." "Y-es?" he swallowed.

""But if I'd come down into your little arena, things would have gone a little differently. I would have let you tie me up."" His eyes widened and he had to keep himself from letting his mouth fall open. She was... hitting on him. And she was no girl. He had dealt with girls and he had learned all of the proper ways to turn them down in favor of his Bette. She was the only one for him, he would tell them, he could never hurt her like that.

But Capri was a woman.

She gripped his arm and it was not like when the Peacekeepers did it. Her nails buried into his flesh and he was tempted to look away from her cinnamon-toast eyes to make sure he wasn't bleeding. But he held her gaze.

"But I would have never let you touch me with your weapon." she said, practically in a whisper. Or maybe it wasn't a whisper. Maybe she was screaming. His head was a fog and he didn't know how to clear it out, so he said the only thing he could think of:

"Queens don't belong in arenas. They belong exactly where you were," he said, his tone shaky but legible. He exhaled as best as he could. She was like gravity, pulling him in and making her his own, and he was starting to give in. What would Bette have thought? No! No, he couldn't. She shouldn't. They wouldn't. But he spoke anyway:

"The throne."

{table: zoe}