/\/\/\/\Being The Best/\/\/\/\ {OPEN} |||

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Ziva Viress' lavender eyes swept happily across the room. She was attending a meeting at the moment. A very important meeting. She was surrounded by some of the most influential people in the Capitol, and she was sitting next to the President, taking note of all the important things she heard. Which was, no surprise, a lot. Her hand was writing so fast, she didn't even want to think about the cramps she would have later.

She really looked amazing today. Her spiky hair was absolutely perfect. Her make-up was done impeccably (as always), and her clothes was bright and fun, but still appropriate for the occasion. Her finger nails had been done to match her eyes, so they were light lavender. Her toe nails she had painted a bit darker, and plum color. Her five-inch heels really showcased them as well. Sometimes she just couldn't believe how amazing she was.

The meeting ended and Ziva smiled brightly at the President, showing off her bright white teeth. "Here you go, sir, the notes, like you asked for." He nodded, thanked and dismissed her, and walked away. Ziva made her own way through the crowd to reach the elevator.

She didn't particularly like the President, but she really did respect him. All of that power, the prestige...he had it all. And she had no doubt that he had lied, schemed, and clawed his way to the top. That's what you had to do if you wanted to be someone in the Capitol. It wasn't easy. Everyone was gorgeous, and talents didn't mean much anymore.

Her pointy purple python shoes clacked against the tiled floor as Ziva stepped onto the elevator and pressed her floor number perkily. She was going home (finally!) after a long day of sitting at a desk, talking to people who weren't important enough to be handled by someone more important, but had "big enough" issues that she had to deal with them. Ziva really couldn't stand people like that. Just suck it up and do something about it yourself!!! she had wanted to say. But she couldn't, because she was Ziva Viress, the bubbliest person ever.

The elevator dinged and she stepped out into the glorious lobby of the Capitol building. She had grown up in foster homes, and there were times where she still wasn't used to how immaculately clean it was in the richer parts of the Capitol. This is where I belong, Ziva thought. Not with those trashy underdogs who hardly even deserve to live here. what have they done? I've truly risen above them. I'm so much better.

Ziva knew she was conceited. She knew that she felt like she deserved the best. But she felt like she had earned that right. No one else had come so far in only a few years. It had only been five years since she had moved out of her final foster home, and she was already the President's secretary! And she was only twenty-one. Really, she felt like she had earned the right to be proud of her accomplishments. No one else could come above her.

ooc: Um, weird ending. Sorry, whoever responds.

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Nio typed away on his laptop in the lobby of the Capitol building. He was working on an assignment that the President had gave him. It was something involving the downfall of the Uprising and such. Nio wasn't really interested in the Anti-Uprising or Uprising. If only the Uprising could actually succeed in rebelling against the Capitol, then that would gain his interest.

Still, he worked for the President as a genius programmer. He needed the money for paying for his apartment. Nio was different from other Capitol residents. He hated standing out. It is just plain annoying.

He had enough money to live in something more... suitable but that would only attract attention. With no one knowing anything about him, he could plan the downfall of the Capitol's President himself. The president... it makes him sick.

Working as a programmer was the first step for the President to trust him. He needed to rise to the top to become powerful so he could crush the President once and for all.

Being born a genius, he risen quite a bit. He didn't have to work for it much. He was just... a prodigy. But that attracted much unneeded attention.

Nio wasn't the type to help people. The reason he wanted to crush the President was because of his own reason, not because he believed in freedom.

He knew the President was in a meeting today. He just went
along to get the information he needed. His secretary, Ziva, was with him at all times.

She wasn't the type of person that Nio liked. She seemed... a bit too flashy. He had saw her around sometimes but she wasn't the type of person that would catch his eye. She was just another mindless Capitol resident.

Sighing, he continued his report for the President who he despised.

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Ziva's heels clacked happily along until she suddenly stopped, spun around, and ran as fast as she could in her tall heels towards the elevator. She hated showing unpreparedness, but she had forgotten some files at her desk! Ziva, how could you jeopardize your position like this! she reprimanded herself. She had a checklist, usually she didn't forget things like a stupid file! An important file, but still. She shuddered to think of what everyone else would think of her untidiness. Honestly, she was a secretary. And one of the best, too.

Trying to maintain her dignity, Ziva stepped into the still-crowded elevator with her head held high. She didn't make eye-contact with anyone. Instead she stared straight ahead at the doors. They soon opened and Ziva stepped out, back onto the top floor where her office, the President's own office, and a few other workers for the President.

At few of them were still working. Ziva recognized a few people she had become acquainted with, and waved. They smiled back at their perky friend. Ziva made her way to her rather unfortunately cramped office and looked for the file. She loathed risking getting her freshly done nails scratched from papers.

After about ten minutes minutes of searching, she still couldn't find it. Ziva had looked everywhere it could be, and even some places it shouldn't be, and there was no sign of it. She huffed angrily. She hated when things didn't go her way! It was so embarrassing.

Sucking up her pride and reminding herself how important the file was, she walked over to Nio Haze. He was some sort of genius for the Capitol. She supposed he was handsome, but his eyes were a little strange. Even in the Capitol, not many people had red eyes. And he himself was odd. To Ziva, he was always just...there. Hanging around. Not really talking to anyone. He was mysterious, and Ziva definitely did not trust him. But she had to tolerate him. And he could be helpful and nice.

With a winning smile on her face, Ziva politely asked, "Excuse me, Nio, but have you, by any chance, seen an important file labeled 'CONFIDENTIAL-The Fifty-Fifth Annual Hunger Games'? It seems to have disappeared. Someone was supposed to bring it to my desk, but it appears that they haven't..."

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Nio continued his report. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Ziva coming towards him and smiling. Who couldn't noticed her with when she always stands out? She was asking about the files of the fifty-fifth Hunger Games, which she probably lost.

"Have you checked the meeting room? Maybe you left it there," he told her, "that was where you last were, right?"

He wondered something. Why ask him? Why not someone else? Still, he knew that Ziva didn't usually talked to him unless it was something important. But he didn't care. What done was done.

He returned to his assignment and stopped paying attention to her. He answered her so it was probably the end of the conversation since, like many, the people of the Capitol who risen high don't acknowledge the people below them. They were considered as trash through the eyes of the rich and famous, mainly the selfish.

The important report had to be finished and Nio didn't want others to waste his time. The President's secretary had work to do and shouldn't bother Nio.

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Ziva listened attentively to Nio's idea, and mentally slapped herself for not realizing the very obvious location of the file. "Have you checked the meeting room? Maybe you left it there. That was where you last were, right?" Ziva quickly smiled in thanks and ran off as fast as she could in her heels. Again.

"You were very helpful, thank you for taking the time," she was sure to utter before going in the direction of the meeting room. When she reached it, she found that it was empty, which she would be eternally grateful for. All of the CEO's and Gamemakers had packed up their things and left for home, saving her the embarrassment of admitting to someone higher up than herself that she had actually forgotten something. Especially a confidential file like this. She would be fired for sure!

At that thought, Ziva froze. She had never actually thought about how tenuous her position as secretary was. One slip-up (thank god the President didn't know about this one), and she was gone. She would be back on the streets, looking for a job. Of course, she could always try being a special events planner (she had so much fun planning the Gala), but it wouldn't be the same. She felt so powerful, even being a lowly secretary for the President. It was better than a lot of other jobs.

Ziva knew what this meant. Her lips curled into a sly smile as she started walking perkily again. She would have to gain the President's trust. Then, she would crush him.

It was a wonder there hadn't been a female President before. Perhaps Panem was waiting for the right person.

She found the file, no problem (thanks to Nio), and quickly checked her clothes to make sure she was still as presentable as ever. Check, she thought happily. Her dark purple outfit was a gorgeous as the day she bought it. And as flattering, too.

Ziva still had that elusive smile on her face as she came back out of the meeting room, and headed back in the direction of Nio. She saw him still at his desk. Her smile became a little more friendly as she spotted him. "Nio!" she called, not so loudly that she would alert the other workers. "I found the file. Thanks to you. In payment, I would like to offer my services to you anytime that you might need it. Let's just say I...owe you a favor." Ziva winked and walked off.

ooc: Would you like to have Nio walk out with her maybe? Dunno...something to keep the plot rollin'...

[Enixale]

ooc: Sure!

"Nio!" He heard someone called his name. It was Ziva again and now, with the file in her arms. Apparently she found it. She walked up to him and thanked him. He nodded.

He didn't exactly expect that she would find it there. Along with thanking him, she also owes him a favor.

"You're welcome," Nio answered. He really didn't care much. What he cared about from the conversation was the favor that he owed him.

"A favor?" he thought. Usually, he does things on his own but a favor would be nice. Ziva could be his stepping stone to crushing the crushing the President.

Typing quickly, he finished his long report. He turned off his laptop and put it back in his laptop case. He stood up. His legs were aching from sitting to long.

Sighing, he went out of the doors of the Capitol building.
The days working for the Capitol were tiring but still, Nio somewhat liked it. The only part he liked was inventing things and hacking into the mainframe of others. He liked his job but hated
the Capitol.

Noticing that Ziva was walking in the same direction he was, he ignored it. He was ready to go home or somewhere quiet where he can think. He wasn't tired right now because he was used to working several days straight. Nio might be fired soon thought due to times of not wanting to go to work.

The Capitol will need him when he leaves. Without him, who can do all the stuff he can? He isn't going to get fired easily.

Taking a deep breath, he continued walking.

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"You're welcome," Nio answered. "A favor?" Ziva didn't like the way he said that. It was too suspicious. Like that would help him in some way. Nevertheless, she ignored his comment and kept on walking, glad to have her file and job intact. She really did owe Nio, as much as she distrusted him.

Speaking of Nio, they were walking in the same direction. She supposed that everyone would be getting home now. Dammit, I'll be stuck in rush hour, she thought. Even all of the Capitol's technology hadn't stopped traffic. Much to her displeasure. It would be easier if she could just be somewhere when she wanted to be there.

At the moment she really wanted to be in Le Taha's Spa and Resort. A relaxing vacation could really do her some good. But the Games were still going on and the Gala was going to be soon. She couldn't miss that. Quite honestly, she refused to. Her career was taking off. Maybe later. For now it would have to wait.

Someone calling her name got Ziva's attention before she stepped into his top-of-the-line car. One of her colleagues and friends, Marika had gorgeous brown hair with royal blue highlights throughout. Her outfits were always blue and so was her make-up. Somehow, it never got old. Perhaps Marika would try something new for the Gala.

Ziva began to walk over to her when, to her surprise, she knocked into someone. Now, Ziva had a very small frame and although she had well-toned muscles, she was knocked backwards, falling into an undignified heap on the floor. Her jaw dropped, offended. Who would do such a thing?! she wondered, outraged.

Looking up, she found it was none other than Nio Haze.

ooc: Yikes. Hmm...whenever I'm not quite sure what to do with someone, they run into the other character. Sorry for the wait; I've been busy.

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Nio saw Ziva look up at him. He glanced down at her. Wasn't she paying attention to her surroundings? He was busy with Capitol work was in the process of going home.

He didn't want to help her up. He didn't know her that well so why help her? Oh wait, she was the President's secretary. She could convince the President to fire Nio.

Sighing, he handed his hand out to her and helped her up. He didn't want to be in this situation. He didn't like interacting with others but he need to get close to someone- someone who he can use to crush the Capitol. Ziva might be that person.

"Sorry," he said, even though he didn't mean it. It wasn't his fault. It was Ziva's fault for bumping into him in the first place. His red eyes avert to somewhere else. He wasn't interested. Usually, he was good about lying when interacting with them but right now, he didn't feel like talking. His mind was on something else. He said quiet for a moment before saying, "Want to go out some time?"

He needed some way to be closer to her. Nio has a need for crushing the Capitol and needed someone to be his stepping stone. He will destory them all.

Nio wasn't the romantic type. In fact, he didn't know why he asked her that. He could have thought of some different but he randomly asked that question.

Why did I say that? he thought. He can't take it back now. It now relies on her answer.

ooc: It's okay. I haven't been on much either. And the date thing thing was a bit random. Sorry.

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Nio helped her up, but Ziva was still offended. How dare he! Sure, she had been the one who had knocked into him, but he hadn't gotten out of her way. Really, when she was stressed and in a rush like she was, people should be more considerate of her. Life was so hectic right now, how could their insignificant problems compare to her epic plans for a new beginning? She had a vision for the future of Panem! She would be great!

"Sorry," Nio apologized. Ziva debated whether she should forgive him or not. After all, not everyone could be as graceful as she was (ignoring what had occurred only a few minutes beforehand). Besides, she was a caring, kind-hearted person. She had good enough manners that she knew it would be the height of impropriety to blow him off.

Ziva was about to accept his apology (truly, she was), but he spoke first. "Want to go out some time?" Her perfect eyebrows shot up, but quickly came back down as she realized how rude they looked, stuck up in her forehead. It might look as if she didn't even have eyebrows!

Her immediate instinct was to reject him (gently, of course), but then she thought it over. She hadn't been on a date in a while, because of her insane life. No one could deny that Nio was handsome, if not a little strange-looking, with those red eyes. It was a bit creepy and evil. But from what she could tell, he was a harmless government worker. And what was the matter with having a fun night out? As long as he didn't want to speak about work too much, then there would be a problem. She didn't completely trust him, but a dinner was hardly anything to worry about.

A slow smile formed upon Ziva's face. "That sounds lovely. Would tomorrow night work for you? You can make the reservations, then tell me about your plans at work. I'll see you then, I really have to leave now! Good-bye!"