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James had never been to Connecticut either, but he was willing to bet that it wasn't a very eventful place. Its innocuousness was the perfect cover and only made it easier to further the lie that he was someone else, not at all connected to that disgraced senator or his fortune built upon lies. The doctor didn't seem like the type question the validity of something so small anyway, and James was grateful for that, and in fact, he wasn't all that sure that Gabriel wasn't simply being polite to him and keeping up the conversation until they arrived at the hospital. Either way, human contact before his first shift started did wonders to ease his nerves, and he appreciated the other man's time. “You're not missing much,” he finally followed up, and left it at that.
Hearing that Gabriel was from the golden coast was a little surprising. When James thought of California, he thought of blond, tanned surfers eating fish tacos on the beach while wearing puka shell necklaces, not well put together doctors with dark hair and a nice suit. He wasn't one to judge, and really had no room to when he wasn't even being honest about where he came from. He simply nodded, accepting the information with a friendly comment about enjoying the sun and sand himself.
With the crosswalk disappearing underfoot, the concrete gave way to polished floors, bright colors and nicely dressed staff members crossing the lobby of the hospital, moving to and fro and all around as they went about their jobs. James took it all in, blue eyes slightly wide and almost amazed that he had made it to such a prestigious and respected hospital—this was where it all started, though, and James couldn't have been more ready. He turned back to Gabriel, chuckling softly at his words and nodding. He was already prepared for the on call room to become his new first home, all the while forgetting what his apartment actually looked like. It would be well worth the trade in just a few years time.
“All part of the eventual job, right?” he asked rhetorically, smiling as he righted his bag over his shoulder and swirled the last bit of coffee around in his cup. He needed to get down to the basement for orientation, completely against being late. “I hope you'll come find me for coffee soon,” he added, smile fading off into a barely-there smirk. He knew that he would see Gabriel around the hospital, but he didn't expect to be friends in front of anyone when he was merely a resident.
Hearing that Gabriel was from the golden coast was a little surprising. When James thought of California, he thought of blond, tanned surfers eating fish tacos on the beach while wearing puka shell necklaces, not well put together doctors with dark hair and a nice suit. He wasn't one to judge, and really had no room to when he wasn't even being honest about where he came from. He simply nodded, accepting the information with a friendly comment about enjoying the sun and sand himself.
With the crosswalk disappearing underfoot, the concrete gave way to polished floors, bright colors and nicely dressed staff members crossing the lobby of the hospital, moving to and fro and all around as they went about their jobs. James took it all in, blue eyes slightly wide and almost amazed that he had made it to such a prestigious and respected hospital—this was where it all started, though, and James couldn't have been more ready. He turned back to Gabriel, chuckling softly at his words and nodding. He was already prepared for the on call room to become his new first home, all the while forgetting what his apartment actually looked like. It would be well worth the trade in just a few years time.
“All part of the eventual job, right?” he asked rhetorically, smiling as he righted his bag over his shoulder and swirled the last bit of coffee around in his cup. He needed to get down to the basement for orientation, completely against being late. “I hope you'll come find me for coffee soon,” he added, smile fading off into a barely-there smirk. He knew that he would see Gabriel around the hospital, but he didn't expect to be friends in front of anyone when he was merely a resident.
“I'll tip what I want,” Charlotte vowed with a grin. Tipping well was something that she got from her father, and whenever she went out, whether it be with her friends, family, or by herself, she always made a point to tip generously. She knew that she could never be a waitress herself, it was too demanding of a job and, so thankless too. Although the brunette had done her fair share of work throughout high school, the marina hadn't actually been all that demanding and there were many perks to working there as well. Often, there were parties after hours, and connections made for the future with some of the more prominent members. Suddenly, Boston was seeming more and more like a foreign country.
The restaurant was busy, but the atmosphere was casual and Charlotte was happy to be there with Noah. After the two of them had found their seats, a waitress came by to get their drink orders. Considering the smoothie that she had already drank, Charlotte opted for a water and then picked up the laminated menu in front of her. She bypassed the lunch and dinner options and looked straight to breakfast, which was a selection of classic items and delicious combinations. Her heart was already set on pancakes, though, and she quickly closed the menu and put it to the side.
As Noah leaned across the table, Charlotte leaned in as well as she fidgeted with her still-wrapped silverware. “No daily brunches,” she corrected, “bi-weekly, is more like it. I don't have much of a story, though. I'm trying to finish my degree and then start looking for a job.” Really, what Noah already knew about her was the majority of her life. Charlotte wished that it wasn't, that she could tell him something exciting about adventures, or some kind of extreme sport, but that wasn't the case. “What about you? You're vastly more interesting than I am, I'm sure,” she smiled, giving his shoulder a poke. “Spill it.”
The restaurant was busy, but the atmosphere was casual and Charlotte was happy to be there with Noah. After the two of them had found their seats, a waitress came by to get their drink orders. Considering the smoothie that she had already drank, Charlotte opted for a water and then picked up the laminated menu in front of her. She bypassed the lunch and dinner options and looked straight to breakfast, which was a selection of classic items and delicious combinations. Her heart was already set on pancakes, though, and she quickly closed the menu and put it to the side.
As Noah leaned across the table, Charlotte leaned in as well as she fidgeted with her still-wrapped silverware. “No daily brunches,” she corrected, “bi-weekly, is more like it. I don't have much of a story, though. I'm trying to finish my degree and then start looking for a job.” Really, what Noah already knew about her was the majority of her life. Charlotte wished that it wasn't, that she could tell him something exciting about adventures, or some kind of extreme sport, but that wasn't the case. “What about you? You're vastly more interesting than I am, I'm sure,” she smiled, giving his shoulder a poke. “Spill it.”
It was a secret, much like their relationship, that Cara was a fan of Caleb's predictability. In the past, she had dated many fickle guys who said they knew what they wanted one minute, but moved onto someone better in the very same breath. That was part of the reason that she had been single for so long, going nearly a year without a date just after sophomore year had concluded. Before she had become interested in Caleb, the young blonde had honestly thought that she wouldn't date again until after college. While that may have been a lofty goal, Cara could say that she was happy about the way things had worked out because now she had stability—something she had always craved. Caleb was perfect for her.
“Nothing's wrong with a good burger,” she grinned, “you're just you.” It was a good thing that Norris was so occupied with Elissa, because if anyone were to point out the subtle, or rather, not so subtle, flirting between her and Caleb, it was Norris. Thankfully, Elissa offered a distraction for all of them, and Cara couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in surprise as her best friend mentioned the disgusting combination of meat and butterscotch. The other girl was practically mad for it, which was odd.
What wasn't odd, however, was linking arms with the other girl as the two of them exited the RV. They were incredibly close with one another, more like sisters than anything, and Cara didn't object to the closeness. “You're a little gross for that,” she laughed, bumping Elissa's hip teasingly with her own. Her laughter trailed off, though, and Cara found herself shaking her head. There was a fine line between pretending to tolerate Caleb as friends while Elissa and Norris sucked face, and actually letting on that she liked spending time with him. Elissa didn't need to know what was going on between herself and Caleb; not yet.
“We're friends,” she nodded, glancing casually over her shoulder in order to be sure the boys were following along. “Besides, you and Norris should have your alone time.”
There was something about Elissa's need for a burger topped with dessert that made Norris a little bit uneasy. The type of request was out of the ordinary for her, and while she was plenty weird with her own quirks, he couldn't help but think something was up. Vaguely, he recalled a piece of information that he gathered from every teen show and romantic comedy he had ever seen—girls ate weird shit when they were pregnant. The thought alone was enough to terrify him, not only because they were so young, but because the curly-haired young man was unsure of how much longer he would actually be around. Inwardly, he was staving off another panic attack, trying not to think about it. He bargained with himself, thinking that if she mentioned it again, he would ask her about it. Hopefully, this was just a fluke.
Piling out of the RV, Norris fell into step beside Caleb. As nice as it was to have all of this uninterrupted time with Elissa, he still wanted to hang out with his best friend. “If we stay along the coast, we could probably do some fishing this week,” he offered with a friendly grin, “we could get rid of the girls for the day, just hang out.” Norris assumed they would go shopping, or paint each others nails—do whatever it was girls did. “That way you don't have to be stuck with Cara all the time.”
“Nothing's wrong with a good burger,” she grinned, “you're just you.” It was a good thing that Norris was so occupied with Elissa, because if anyone were to point out the subtle, or rather, not so subtle, flirting between her and Caleb, it was Norris. Thankfully, Elissa offered a distraction for all of them, and Cara couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in surprise as her best friend mentioned the disgusting combination of meat and butterscotch. The other girl was practically mad for it, which was odd.
What wasn't odd, however, was linking arms with the other girl as the two of them exited the RV. They were incredibly close with one another, more like sisters than anything, and Cara didn't object to the closeness. “You're a little gross for that,” she laughed, bumping Elissa's hip teasingly with her own. Her laughter trailed off, though, and Cara found herself shaking her head. There was a fine line between pretending to tolerate Caleb as friends while Elissa and Norris sucked face, and actually letting on that she liked spending time with him. Elissa didn't need to know what was going on between herself and Caleb; not yet.
“We're friends,” she nodded, glancing casually over her shoulder in order to be sure the boys were following along. “Besides, you and Norris should have your alone time.”
There was something about Elissa's need for a burger topped with dessert that made Norris a little bit uneasy. The type of request was out of the ordinary for her, and while she was plenty weird with her own quirks, he couldn't help but think something was up. Vaguely, he recalled a piece of information that he gathered from every teen show and romantic comedy he had ever seen—girls ate weird shit when they were pregnant. The thought alone was enough to terrify him, not only because they were so young, but because the curly-haired young man was unsure of how much longer he would actually be around. Inwardly, he was staving off another panic attack, trying not to think about it. He bargained with himself, thinking that if she mentioned it again, he would ask her about it. Hopefully, this was just a fluke.
Piling out of the RV, Norris fell into step beside Caleb. As nice as it was to have all of this uninterrupted time with Elissa, he still wanted to hang out with his best friend. “If we stay along the coast, we could probably do some fishing this week,” he offered with a friendly grin, “we could get rid of the girls for the day, just hang out.” Norris assumed they would go shopping, or paint each others nails—do whatever it was girls did. “That way you don't have to be stuck with Cara all the time.”
Alright.
Alright. I just thought I would offer :3
It came as no surprise to Charlotte to find out that Noah was unfamiliar with her hometown of Beverly. He didn't seem like the type who frequented any place that could be described as suburban. In fact, he was the opposite of that in every way from the way he styled his hair, to his tattoos and even the way he dressed. Everything about him was new and exciting, and Charlotte couldn't help but be drawn to him, having grown tired of her boring and predictable life outside of the city. This was shaping to be the best mistake Charlotte had ever made, and with brunch completely out of her mind, there would be no turning back.
“You're not missing anything,” she assured him modestly. “It's all boat clubs and backyard parties.” Beverly was only moderately fun in the summer, made much more exciting by the beaches opening. Although, Charlotte had grown up there and at at the age of twenty-three, even the most magical night on the beach with the best of friends could grow a little dull.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Charlotte expected to go right in and find a table, but Noah had stopped her. She listened as he laid down the rules, wanting to pay for her yet again. Perhaps it was the way he had been raised, but the dark-haired girl didn't think it made much sense for him to keep spending his money on her when she was more well off. However, she knew better than to say something like that, and though her intentions were far from rude, she would let Noah do what he pleased. “Fine,” she agreed with a nod, “you can pay if you let me tip.” Placing her hand on the door, she grinned at him, “do we have a deal?”
“You're not missing anything,” she assured him modestly. “It's all boat clubs and backyard parties.” Beverly was only moderately fun in the summer, made much more exciting by the beaches opening. Although, Charlotte had grown up there and at at the age of twenty-three, even the most magical night on the beach with the best of friends could grow a little dull.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Charlotte expected to go right in and find a table, but Noah had stopped her. She listened as he laid down the rules, wanting to pay for her yet again. Perhaps it was the way he had been raised, but the dark-haired girl didn't think it made much sense for him to keep spending his money on her when she was more well off. However, she knew better than to say something like that, and though her intentions were far from rude, she would let Noah do what he pleased. “Fine,” she agreed with a nod, “you can pay if you let me tip.” Placing her hand on the door, she grinned at him, “do we have a deal?”
Sleep was still forcefully tugging at Allison, and she looked longingly at the bed she had just made up. After such a long drive in the previous days, she knew that she could have slept for hours longer, well into the late afternoon before stirring even just a little. The thought of walking anywhere, even for good reason, was daunting, and the young doctor was not looking forward to it at all. She found herself wishing that her car would magically start, and the GPS would glow back to life and point her, without a doubt, in the direction of the city and to the doorstep of her new apartment. Unfortunately, wishes didn't get Allison anything but disappointment, and she resigned herself to this hike.
At the very least, Torsten was there to keep her company, and his lively personality prompted her to wake a little more. “I slept well,” she answered him, laughing softly at the joke he made. She was glad to see that he had made it through the night without incident, and supposed now was the time to stop feeling guilty for displacing him. “Your bed is very comfortable.” Modest as it was, the mattress beat out anything the motels had to offer along the way from Boston.
The amount of weapons that Torsten had stored in the cabin was a bit surprising, but Allison was somehow comforted by his preparedness. Guns, although she had no idea how to use one, did not bother her the way they did others and they seemed necessary in this instance if the two of them didn't want to become dinner for some wandering grizzly.
Alone in the cabin once again, crossed the room to the shower and quickly stripped herself of her clothes. The thought of starting a fire in order to have hot water was too much work at such an hour, and although she was incredibly efficient when it came to her career, Allison was lazy in almost all other areas of her life. Unlike her mother, a fantastic mother and wife, Allison hated to clean anything, hardly ever made her bed and would sooner eat off of paper plates than set herself up for having to do dishes. Cold water would suffice just fine, and the shocking temperature was sure to finally wake her enough for the hike to the Amish settlement.
The shower was a quick one, just enough to get clean and wake up. Allison stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, shivering slightly from how cold the water had been. She made sure not to get her hair wet, knowing that she would be unable to dry it, and in the cold, morning air, it would only make her uncomfortable. Drying off, Allison slipped her clothes back on, unhappy that she wouldn't be able to change, but that mattered very little when she would be walking through the woods all day, and then to Portland later on. Besides, the sweater was warm and Allison was happy to have something to trap her body heat.
After hanging the towel up to dry, the doctor slid her shoes back on and stepped outside to meet Torsten. It was still a little dark, but the sun was starting to rise and the sky was a beautiful mix of deep violet and pale blue. It mixed wonderfully with the green trees all around, their tops barely kissed by the coming morning; what a beautiful day.
“Torsten?” she called, looking around for the Finn as she pulled her hair back into a haphazard ponytail. “I'm ready to go. I hope you didn't get eaten by a bear,” she added with a playful laugh.
At the very least, Torsten was there to keep her company, and his lively personality prompted her to wake a little more. “I slept well,” she answered him, laughing softly at the joke he made. She was glad to see that he had made it through the night without incident, and supposed now was the time to stop feeling guilty for displacing him. “Your bed is very comfortable.” Modest as it was, the mattress beat out anything the motels had to offer along the way from Boston.
The amount of weapons that Torsten had stored in the cabin was a bit surprising, but Allison was somehow comforted by his preparedness. Guns, although she had no idea how to use one, did not bother her the way they did others and they seemed necessary in this instance if the two of them didn't want to become dinner for some wandering grizzly.
Alone in the cabin once again, crossed the room to the shower and quickly stripped herself of her clothes. The thought of starting a fire in order to have hot water was too much work at such an hour, and although she was incredibly efficient when it came to her career, Allison was lazy in almost all other areas of her life. Unlike her mother, a fantastic mother and wife, Allison hated to clean anything, hardly ever made her bed and would sooner eat off of paper plates than set herself up for having to do dishes. Cold water would suffice just fine, and the shocking temperature was sure to finally wake her enough for the hike to the Amish settlement.
The shower was a quick one, just enough to get clean and wake up. Allison stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, shivering slightly from how cold the water had been. She made sure not to get her hair wet, knowing that she would be unable to dry it, and in the cold, morning air, it would only make her uncomfortable. Drying off, Allison slipped her clothes back on, unhappy that she wouldn't be able to change, but that mattered very little when she would be walking through the woods all day, and then to Portland later on. Besides, the sweater was warm and Allison was happy to have something to trap her body heat.
After hanging the towel up to dry, the doctor slid her shoes back on and stepped outside to meet Torsten. It was still a little dark, but the sun was starting to rise and the sky was a beautiful mix of deep violet and pale blue. It mixed wonderfully with the green trees all around, their tops barely kissed by the coming morning; what a beautiful day.
“Torsten?” she called, looking around for the Finn as she pulled her hair back into a haphazard ponytail. “I'm ready to go. I hope you didn't get eaten by a bear,” she added with a playful laugh.
I think we could treat him like an NPC and use him as needed. I could see us both playing him when they're finally all together again and using him to further our posts in terms of dialogue, that way we're not worried about godmodding each other. Since they're doing the tour in the beginning, though, I can play him in the scenes that he's in with Katniss if you like?
I think we're good to go! I might have to find a face for older!Prim just for fun and maybe we could edit it in. We could probably use a map of the arena too, but that can come in time. Thanks for offering to start, btw. I'm swamped with replies for the moment, so I really appreciate it.
I think we're good to go! I might have to find a face for older!Prim just for fun and maybe we could edit it in. We could probably use a map of the arena too, but that can come in time. Thanks for offering to start, btw. I'm swamped with replies for the moment, so I really appreciate it.
Include him as in one of us play him? I don't think he would be surprised by it. Since he's got his injury, I doubt that he thinks Katniss will let him be a tribute again, and I'm pretty sure he's aware of her need to make him survive. I think he would feel a little guilty for Haymitch volunteering, because he's also probably aware that he should have and would have died if it weren't for Katniss. I think he'll be a fine mentor, though, especially since we're not including the romance between him and Katniss, and he can just help his friends out from the Capitol.
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