threadthefire | 18th Design [video]

[Welcome to the falling and spinning image of Cinna's office and workroom. Finally spinning to a stop on the ground, you're in time to see a dress form fall to the ground. The dress on it is half-done, a few ribbons and scraps of fabric hanging off, which might explain (or not) why the dress is suddenly pounced on by Cinna, who is already covered by a number of ribbons and bits of string. With a hand he starts batting and pulling at the flapping bits of fabric, laughing as they move and unravel. Those who know him will notice that he's rarely seemed so... gleeful. It seems acting like a cat suits him a bit.

In the background, there's another crash and Cinna's head pops up, turning to see a large spool of iridescent thread rolling by, followed by an equally happy and giggling Katniss. She, too, seems to be enjoying herself quite a bit. He watches her for a moment, maybe two, twitching a little before he gets up with a burst of energy to chase after them both.]

Katniss! Share! I want that one, it's shiny! Stop! I want to play with that one!

[They both disappear off-screen and there's another crash, followed by a playful hiss. The sound of two people laughing and wrestling follows, and then the spool rolls back the other way across the camera's view. Another beat and now both Katniss and Cinna scramble over the ground after it, crashing into the dress form and knocking into the camera again, turning it off.]

[ooc: Never leave cats in fabric stores or shops, kids, bad things happen.]

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Finnick!

[Cinna smiles, a piece of scrap fabric resting on his head.]

You should come over, too! There's so many things to play with here, I never noticed before.

[He's either drugged, drunk, or cursed, and Finnick is not happy about any of these options.]

Don't play with them too hard or you'll ruin them, Cinna.

[He frowns momentarily, because part of him knows that but...]

But look! [Scraps of what used to be a suit jacket are tossed in the air. As the pieces fall, he bats at them, a delighted look on his face. One of the larger pieces falls to the side and Cinna dives for it, the device falling to the floor again.

When he comes back into view, the scrap is in his mouth.]

[...Rule out drunk, that's way too much coordination for someone inebriated. Cursed is starting to look more and more likely.]

I see. That wasn't supposed to be mine, was it?

[He spits out the piece of fabric.] This? No, it was...

[Hmmm, who was it for? He can't remember, it's just too fun to play with.]

Okay, well, you're going to hate me tomorrow if I don't do something about this today, so if I promise to come over and play, will you stick with just...tossing around that until I get there?

[Cinna's not really paying attention because there's a new shadow that's falling on the strings he was playing with earlier and it looks like they're moving.

He's considering a pounce.]

[It's probably a good thing the camera angle is what it is at this point, as pouncing generally comes with a certain amount of butt-wiggling involved, and Finnick would obviously never let Cinna live that down if he saw it. Obviously.]

...Cinna?

[He's still staring intently.] It moved.

...No, it didn't.

It did. I saw it.

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