Something's brewing [Luna, Tori]

[Tori]

Carter tried to look his best today. It wasn't a special occasion or anything, he just planned on spending the entire day with his best friend. That might not seem like much for some people, but she meant a lot to him. One of his only ( and first) friends. She had seen him at the worst of times and was still sticking around. That meant a lot to someone like Carter.

He fixed his bow-tie with his free hand, straightening it out. Carter then proceeding to brush dirt off his light blue shirt, and fix his darkwash jeans. The grey cardigan (yes, guys wear them too, js) that rested on his shoulders didn't help protect him much from the breeze, but he managed. His right hand returned to helping his left hand hold the box of cookies he had baked earlier. Not being much of a baker, he wasn't sure how they came out but he had tried his best.

The swings were empty when he arrived, so he took a seat upon them. Waiting wouldn't be so bad. With the box of cookies on his lap, Carter swung. Pystan would no doubt be here soon. He wondered how she would be dressed. Normally probably. She often didn't go out of her way, or have an open mind. Carter was determined to change that.

[Prince Inigo]

Pystan Jam
here she is!

Sitting at a vanity table having scattered make-up, balms, lipstick tubes, and other assortments, Pystan applied only a soft brush of red blush to her cheeks, accentuating physical attraction - in her perspective. During the process of prepping, she thought little of actions to take or planning events. She deemed the amount she put on to be sufficient and closed the colorful case in the one she had held it. The blond smiled a tiny grin, then she picked up a tube of lipgloss. Again the application was minor, only enough to make the lips shimmer slightly. The girl set the cylindrical cosmetic tool aside, taking a stand and stealing a glance at the hands, the fingernails of perfect curvature, uniform, coated a shade of green that reminded herself of clovers.

Leaving the room and going down the steps, Pystan greeted her family and a scowling Cauger. She smiled little. They had taken note of her attire, the usual for when she roamed out into District 3 streets. Reciprocating back to the blond set of three, the girl shrugged, expressing her carelessness. The final step made, she headed straight for the door and said her goodbye, the last words that she should be home not too late.

Pystan went down the street and turned at the necessary corners, the flaps of her short blue skirt kicking up, bursting off as budding flowers. She had been extremely cautious about the lavender blouse, but the maiden found it exquisite to complement with a brown corset. At the eyes garnering at her presence, the young lady merely kept her green-eyed gaze forward to a prize of a destination. Her posture was modest and conservative, and the girl held onto a goal.

Black boots stepped silently, without intention of doing such. Pystan detected a figure, then smiled softly. She changed no pace as the distance between her and the person lessened. The girl stood behind then proceeded to speak lightly, "Today is a wonderful day. The sun is bright. Just the way I like it. How about you, Carter? And you look nice, I must admit."

[Tori]

Carter's hair blew freely as the wind took hold of it during his swinging. It really didn't matter if it messed up. When he almost dropped the box of cookies he was reminded that he probably shouldn't be swinging that high. He stopped slowly, and just sat on the swing still, waiting for Pystan's arrival. Wihtout warning, a voice found it's way behind him. "Today is a wonderful day. The sun is bright. Just the way I like it. How about you, Carter? And you look nice, I must admit."

He stood quickly out of the swing, and spun around. Clearly, slightly startled as he clung to the box in his hands. Pystan looked.. well, pretty. Not that she didn't normally. Just that she seemed more dressed up than usual. Carter wondered what the reason to her dressing so nicely was. "Yeah. Nice day. A bit sunny, but windy too." He was rambling. Which was quite an odd thing for him too do since he often didn't waste breath with words due to his shyness.

"Thanks. You- you look too." He smiled awkwardly, while shifting on his feet. Why does today feel different? "Here," he said forcefully, while shoving the box into her hands. "I made those this morning. They probably aren't very good. Well, it's the thought that counts, right? You can save some of those for Cauger." He realised it might be rude of him to hog the swing so he stepped aside. "Would you like to sit?" He motioned to the swing seat and then wondered if that might have been a stupid question.

[Prince Inigo]

Mixed-green eyes blinked, a smile forming on. Pystan tried to think on how exactly the day was set up between friends again. She only knew that after a few moments of being offered a day out, recollection of the actual proceedings were wiped clean, the prospect favored more. Reason and rationality also discarded, the blond mentally shrugged trying to remember. Moments held more importance than the logistics behind the plan. Today, she pondered further, was to be reserved to recreational and relaxation purposes, detach herself from Career duties.

It would seem Father and Mother would be the types to make their children work twenty-four-seven; however, they said it would be good to take breaks. Overworking the body just makes it shut down. They're right.

With the touch of breeze, the sunny day was additively pleasant. Pystan's skin tingled with each ray soaked in; she could have almost sat on the ground to let the heat toast the bottom. That, however, would not have been proper, and the action would dirty up her attire. Following the incident at the Switch family party and - including - the event with Carter their first time meeting well over a year ago, her father explicitly required that she not ruin more of her clothes. Forbid that such garments were of expensive fabric and quality, Pystan would think to herself that she could not control the actions of others.

To herself, the blond would smile silly. Both were blond boys. Haha. I'll make sure to watch for them.

She seemed to always have some run-in with a blond male. Garrett Vanderbuilt, her supposed boyfriend, dead from last year's Hunger Games; Carter, current friend, bearing a horrible second personality inside a sweet one; Julian Rockshaw, son of a District-famous corporation owner, tearing up her dress. Pystan had met with other blond - and bleached - boys in her life; but, in the course of a year, these three persons had a ranging impact from minor to large. Having a say on the intensity, it was the given order: Vanderbuilt, Rockshaw, and Carter.

Putting thoughts aside, Pystan was rewarded with a box thrust into her hands. Blinking then giving a small laugh, she had presented some cheer. After taking a peek inside, the laughter continued. "I think it would be better on my part that I eat them all. Cauger... he's not one to accept things from people like you. Hurts his pride, I assume. By the time he would give in, they would probably become stale. Such a silly boy."

From the offer of the swing nearby, she gladly sat down, opened the box, and took a small bite out of one cookie. Her face glowed, partaking in the subtle sweetness. "It's good! Thank you, Carter!" She began to rhythmically rock her legs back and forth, just to get the swing going a tad. The propulsion was smooth. "You've certainly improved," the blond girl said as she finished the first cookie. "Last time, you were hardly getting around how to use the oven. Have you been practicing on your own?"

Beginning to think of any possible plans either in her mind or shared by her nervous male counterpart, Pystan moved the swing with such quietness as to not disturb the scenery around them. Everything was at peace.

[Tori]

Pystan mentioned once again about Cauger not liking someone like him. For all these months, Carter had avoided such a question and he would do so again. But it didn't stop it from continuously resurfacing in his mind. People like who? Why did Pystan associate herself with such people as himself when the rest of her family did not approve. Sometimes Carter even questioned their friendship.

Clearly, it was not meant to be. Him with all this.. disabilities. Her with her family values and shared.. views. They both disagreed on many a topic. And yet. Here they were. About a year later. It was all a mystery. Carter stepped aside even more as Pystan took a seat upon the swing and commented on his cooking as she took a bite.

"Yes, well I know you all like those sort of sweets. So, I've been testing them with Sophie. It's been something of a projects for us." Carter smiled as the memories of baking with his sister. Her laugh as they burnt many a batch, and her exclaimations when they finally got it right. Pystan's feet left the ground slowly, as she moved her legs back in forth in a rythme to keep the swing from staying still. Carter leaned against the pole and watched her slowly.

"So, do- do we have any plans today? Anywhere you want to go?" He hadn't really planned anything out to today other than see her. Maybe he should have considered this sooner, but he hadn't. They could always go to his house once more. Sophie was always so happy to see Pystan. They had a strange bond. "It's up to you." Carter smiled.

[Prince Inigo]

"Oh? Projects?" Pystan had taken one swift look at Carter before averting back to the box, which was set on her lap, an elbow propped to keep the container from moving. A smile tugged at her lips. "Why so? Why are you two, I mean? Is it just something you two enjoy together, or is there some cause?" The blond picked out another cookie and enjoyed it in two bites, relishing in the spiked pricks on her tongue, repercussion of the sugar.

A few seconds in, the cheer drooped to a dissatisfied normalcy; not exactly a frown but pressed lips. Sweetness brought back memories of chocolate; though she did not think hard on such an object, now after the reaping, chocolate reminded her of the male District 3 Tribute of last year. She still held no true regard for his death or disappeared existence, but sometimes she would think back on the slabs of chocolate the factory worker had given her out of nothing more than kindness. They were sweet back then; they were still sweet now. The taste did not change despite him being dead, yet something tugged at her for some strange reason.

When Carter offered to make plans, Pystan broke out from the daydreams and pondering. If it was Carter that invited her to be out here, she thought he would have had some reservations to do activities, not the other way around. She thought to herself that perhaps - so it seemed - that it was her that offered the day to him. She racked her mind as to if the girl asked the boy why there was no planning in her head as well. Bother, the entire situation was not; no planning, though, seemed a bit silly, especially to the Jam's. Spending time without any production was waste.

"I don't know why," she began, "but I'm having the biggest urge to go to this one factory. The factory of last year's male Tribute." Pystan slowed the rocking swing and got on her feet, holding the box of sweets cradled in both arms. Grimly, she continued, "It's where I first met him. And first became 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend'." Laugh. "He was quite fast, going in like that. Um, but, anyways, do you think that's good? It should probably take... I'd say... twelve minutes from here? It'll be the first smoking building on the right. A gross establishment. Let's go, then?"

Pystan, her look making sure Carter was following, walked in slowness to let the blond boy follow behind as lamb to a shepherd. At the moment, to her mentality, it did not matter so much if he were to pursue her; it was just the tugging feeling to go back. A walk to the past, so it would seem. She could probably tell Carter the major details when they arrived inside, knowing that a Jam and associates did not need any verifications to head on in. Why do I want to go back?...

(Feel free to have her lead Carter to the factory to speed it along. Believe it's just supposed to be an electronics assembly factory, to be more specific. :D )

[Tori]

Her answer greatly suprised him. She wanted to visit the place where she had met Garrett. It was something quite unexpected. Was she thinking of him recently? And of the past games? Carter nodded and followed behind her, still thinking to himself. Why on earth would she want to go there so badly. He new what Pystan's life was like. Luxury. But she had described the factory as a gross establishment. Normally, Carter had an okay time figuring out what was going through her mind, but now... he was completely clueless.

She seemed to be walked a little bit faster than usual, but it didn't seem strange, but a bit out of character. He followed behind, not speaking. He could she the factory when the were about 2 minutes away. It wasn't extremely big and didn't seem to have anything special about it. Carter wondered for a second if they were even allowed to wander about here.

For some reason, he sped up a little so that he was fairly close to Pystan's side. The factory gave him an eerie vibe. Maybe it was just the fact that he'd never been in one. Or that it was dark and it smoke wasn't pouring from the top, he'd think no one worked there. Or maybe it was just simply because Pystan had met her last boyfriend here. What memories had they shared?

"Okay. We're here." He tried to study her face as they slowly came to a stop. "What's going through your mind?" He asked quietly. "Is there a reason for said visit?"

[Prince Inigo]

(Sooooo sorry for this month-late post. I haven't been RPing much due to school. D; Extemely sorry, Tori!)

Walking down the roads, the blond Career had thought over the propelling reasons for the return trip. Nothing came her way, and she found such sentimentality in the past strange for herself. Collecting notions did not decipher the anxiety in the heart, leading Pystan to get a bit irritated - not to be shown on the face. Her eyes trailed the asphalt as the two walked on, blinking seldom. Absolutely nothing hit her mentally, and she sighed silently following after. This is not like me.

Carter announced that their destination had been met, averting Pystan's attention back to reality. Looking at the edifice, changes were not made to the overall building since her last visit a year ago. No changes in the least. Smoke puffed out from the top, ascending to the heavens, garnering the gaze from a set of mix-greens. Still just as ugly, she had thought. Memories flowed in, distracting her, but she went to ignore them with the questions the blond friend inquired. Shrug.

"I don't know myself. Something tells me to come here, but it's not like I'm anxious or guilty or something. I don't know." Pystan went up to the entrance and turned the knob, pushing the door and garnering much needed attention. Workers inside took their glances at the girl, and then they returned to their duties, greased-up, handling the metals on the conveyors. Taking one dirty breath, Pystan said, "I really don't know what I want from here, but it won't hurt to look around, I suppose. Especially the break room."

Pystan entered in quickly and headed down the steps, holding onto the rail. Boots clacked against the metallic steps, reverberating throughout the factory. She fought off the wretched stenches as she made the trip down, and the blond stopped before an inlet to the right after making the descent to the bottom floor. Turning head to the right, Pystan averted her eyes to Carter, smiling a bit, tinged solemness. "The break room, where I met last year's male Tribute. Where he gave me two chocolate bars just for the heck of it. Strange guy, he was. Guess he was just not that social, as well."