When; Tonight, Saturday evening. Rating; All-Ages! Characters; EVERYONE (including 4th-wallers) Summary; It's time for the passionné fall show and party. Come one, come all! Log;
The man of the hour is walking around the party, checking on friends new and old and making certain that things are running smoothly and according to plan. He doesn't want anything to go wrong, especially since there are so many new people in the City.
With a drink in his hand, he pauses for a moment to take a breath, standing out of the way as he watches the crowd. In his simple attire, he almost blends in, but those looking for him won't find him hard to find.
once morrrre ;3;aimandfireOctober 4 2011, 04:25:14 UTC
[ In her typically silent way, Katniss eases up beside Cinna, her arms folded lightly in front of her not in defensiveness as often is the case, but this time more as a default. She's been so long out of a public eye that she's gotten dangerously comfortable with just being as she pleases, for which she knows she should be grateful.
Briefly she nudges his arm with a slight lean before standing straight again. ]
[And it may be the champagne he's already indulged in, but he wraps his arm around her in a brief hug. She looks, as always, a little uncomfortable, but she's here for him and that means more to him than she realizes.]
You look fabulous, as always. I think we did exceptionally well this time.
[ Katniss can't help but be surprised by the hug, but this is Cinna - one of the few people she seeks out even here where she could seek others but in the end never can, doesn't honestly care enough. Cinna she cares about, cares about and worries about because of the things she doesn't know, the way he evaded inquiry that day with the epitaph which all but told her the things she was concerned about were justified. People had waved it off as just a curse, a what-if, but Katniss oscillates from too practical to flying off the handle at a moment's notice. She thinks people have no problem telling you if things will be fine but a much harder time saying so if things end badly and she knows if it does it will somehow be her fault - even if Cinna himself wouldn't say so
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Re: /holds ontothreadthefireOctober 9 2011, 00:30:18 UTC
[He doesn't even conceal the surprise at the the returned hug, that his closed-off little "protege" actually returned his affection. Will wonders never cease?]
Ah, but clothes are just hollow fabric until they have the person they're meant for to make them come alive.
[Nothing he designed would have been half so effective without her face and her story to illustrate them. Even if she hasn't lived it yet, that wedding dress would have meant nothing without her to turn it to flame. And if those he's trusted keep their word, the other things he's designed will remain secret until she chooses to bring them to life. He life, her choice, to bring his final designs to fruition.
But those are maudlin thoughts for a party, and he with such an attractive young woman on his arm.]
I can make whatever I want, yes, but I still have to make what they want and that's no different from home. My genius is my ability to blend the two together.
With a drink in his hand, he pauses for a moment to take a breath, standing out of the way as he watches the crowd. In his simple attire, he almost blends in, but those looking for him won't find him hard to find.
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Briefly she nudges his arm with a slight lean before standing straight again. ]
Taking a break?
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[And it may be the champagne he's already indulged in, but he wraps his arm around her in a brief hug. She looks, as always, a little uncomfortable, but she's here for him and that means more to him than she realizes.]
You look fabulous, as always. I think we did exceptionally well this time.
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Ah, but clothes are just hollow fabric until they have the person they're meant for to make them come alive.
[Nothing he designed would have been half so effective without her face and her story to illustrate them. Even if she hasn't lived it yet, that wedding dress would have meant nothing without her to turn it to flame. And if those he's trusted keep their word, the other things he's designed will remain secret until she chooses to bring them to life. He life, her choice, to bring his final designs to fruition.
But those are maudlin thoughts for a party, and he with such an attractive young woman on his arm.]
I can make whatever I want, yes, but I still have to make what they want and that's no different from home. My genius is my ability to blend the two together.
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