1st Design [voice]

[threadthefire]

[There’s a wry male voice, albeit a slightly confused one, speaking over the Network.]

Well, this certainly isn’t the Capitol, the fashion on the streets isn’t any I recognize and I could have sworn I was in a studio audience taking my bows just a moment ago.

...pity you couldn’t see the reason, it was absolutely perfect. She was perfect.

All of that aside, if someone could just tell me what District I’m in, that would be appreciated. I really should get back, I have more work to do.


[ooc: Sorry, guys, I was supposed to be off work three hours ago!]

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[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

I wanted to see you again after that day. But after the last month I don't know if---

[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

---but you're here, so there's no point in thinking about it differently.

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[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

Cinna! It's---

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[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

It's not a district...what were you bowing for?

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[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Katniss? I was bowing for you of course, and for myself.

And I didn't think it was familiar, where is this place?

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[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

I still don't understand why.

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[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

[ And this comes on the heels of her last statement, as when one meant to say this part first and the other part second, realizing one thing is more important than the other ]

Oh---it's.....it's kind of [ STUPID comes to mind....traumatic....bizarre.... ]...it's called 'The City' and it's not in Panem.

They keep calling it a place where people from all kinds of worlds meet. I don't think I can explain this as well as---

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[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

[There's a significant pause, because she should know why he was taking a bow, she was just there, but he's not sure who's listening.]

So I've gone from the Capitol to the City? I haven't heard of it.

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[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

[ a pause of her own.....something's not right, something she should have given more attention from the start but perhaps she's gotten lax here...strange as that is to say after such a whirlwind of a month it still isn't The Games where things seem pitted almost at the same level of tension from start to finish ]

...neither had I before getting here.

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[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

What do you see around you? I can find you.

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[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

...Curious.

I was near a nice fountain, but it's sunny outside so I decided to stop in at some sort of, I think it's a cafe.

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[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

[ .....a pause, because okay she hasn't really frequented the City Proper that much....but... ]

...which one? I know there's one called Cafe Juliet.

[ though in this here silence there isn't so much silence as there are footsteps ]

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[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Ah, a moment, please. [There's a slight pause and sound of movement.]

Yes, that appears to be the name on the menu.

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[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

[ Running draws attention so she doesn't run but her footfalls are brisk, certainly. ]

Don't leave. This place is big...bigger than the Capitol from what I can tell...but I should be there soon.

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[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

[ There are too many questions adding up from what he's told her, from what he said at the beginning there...from the mention to Peeta about The Quell of all things...

It's building a feeling both sharp and heavy that threatens to lock her in place, which is just one more reason to focus on moving. The faster she gets to Cinna, the sooner she can ask him....well she doesn't know where to start.

But asking over the network will never feel safe to her, not about matters concerning home. Concerning them.

Except there is one matter she can address while walking. ]

We're not from the same time....you and I, I mean. Peeta and I are, but...

[ And trailing off speaks for itself sometimes. ]

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[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

[He's reluctant to say much.]

Yes, he mentioned something about that. About coming from the photoshoot. Is he referring to the wedding dress photoshoot?

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[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

[ Direct address of the matter is cause enough for a pause in her stride, audible but she keeps going, annoyed more than anything else by stopping at all. ]

Right before it. When Gale--- When---

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[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

That's quite... incredible to believe. I'm beginning to think someone slipped me something.

[And he sure as hell isn't telling her any of what came after that.]

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[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

I thought I was dreaming. At first.

[ There are more sounds in the background as she wasn't far from the City Proper to begin with, for once, and in this pause her sigh gets lost in the other din. ]

But I swear to you, it's not a dream. Not a trick.

[ The danger is real. We are real. She isn't as good with words as Peeta and that isn't kept to the realm of public speaking. Katniss has always been bigger on gestures, actions, and in that sense it is part of what she has liked about Cinna so much. He channels his passion into his work but also something of him, and it doesn't need to be talked about though it is certainly what many people do talk about since all this began.

As for what isn't being discussed---when he is from, what has happened---she does have a partial intent to pursue it, but finding him at all comes first of course.








ooc; action in my next tag if that's okay or would you prefer to assume? <3 ]

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[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

Not a dream, perhaps, but it's certainly a neat trick.

[ooc; Action is fine by me.]

[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

[ When she arrives she is not out of breath but the feeling of being breathless has come along for the ride anyway; caused, she has little doubt by Cinna's arrival and the scattered evidence that big things are happening back at home, or that big things will. It's the weight of suspicion that colors everything, the Quell, the dress, the bows. What has happened? And yet even before she sees him, before she can ask anything at all, Katniss has a quiet feeling that her stylist may not tell her.

Stepping through the doors of Cafe Juliet, she peers around, her face that well-learned neutrality from years of not wanting people to be able to read her. ]

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

[His face is its usual perfect mask, completely belying the inner chaos of his thoughts. How have Snow's Peacekeepers managed this? How does one simply disappear in one location and end up in another? Why don't Katniss and Peeta know about the Quell?

And more importantly, how can he keep them from finding out?

His eyes on the door, he stands when she enters, waving that familiar cascade of beautiful hair and balanced features over to him. It's the only relief he's had since arriving over an hour ago. Well, mostly a relief, because if he's been sent here along with them, it meant his fate was sealed as well.]

[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

[Spotting him as he stands, it takes her a little more effort to keep a regular pace of steps, to not hurry to him, but they don't need more of an audience than any world already is, so best not to draw more attention by making any kind of fuss. With Cinna there is a relief in a familiar face and voice but more than that, those of a man she trusts, one of very few. On the other hand the renowned stylist has brought with him the hard-hitting reality of District Twelve, of Panem on the whole and all it might mean for them when they return to it.

How to explain this is never an easy task, and Katniss most often does not bother, leaving it to those who know better or can at least say it better.

But in this case it is up to her. Her and Peeta maybe.

When she reaches him, she looks up, not sure what she should do or even of what she wants, only that she cannot read Cinna's expression for the life of her, cannot tell all the things he is not saying, or has not said. She remembers her own paranoia about the network well enough however, just another reason she has hastened here. ]

Hi.

[It is the most basic of starts, but she feels tongue-tied for anything else.]

[threadthefire.livejournal.com]

[Always the eloquent one, his girl of fire. It brings a smile to his face, even if it's one tinged with worry. That Peeta is around somewhere gives him some peace, she's not here alone, but there's no one else on the team here, or so he's told and that gives him an odd feeling of... responsibility. Above and beyond anything he ever expected when he was angling for a position in the Games.

Still, the smile remains and he places his hands alongside her face.]

You wretched thing, you've let your eyebrows grow out again. What am I supposed to do with you, Katniss?