Control (Geebs/Blitz)

[Tom]

Writing Thoughts says hears

The little shop that everyone was talking about was where Magus decided to take him lunch at. Knick knacks and souvenirs neatly placed around the shop waiting for Magus' greedy hands to buy them. The emotions inside were bottling up as his hands moved closer and closer to some of the items from the Sixty Third Hunger Games. His favorite if he had to pick one. Memories of the games before flooding into his head. A brilliant show conducted by the ringleader, Cricket Antoinette. The one victor that he loved to keep up on in all forms of media. If there was something about Cricket, Magus knew it.

The shop held multiple items from games before. Sections and sections full of different games knick knacks and useful items. Figurines of tributes before. Postcards of arenas and first to fall. Weapons that tributes carried with them. Magus was in love with this store. The only thing that will fill him with joy that won't involve working. Flemeth the dragon figures sit on a shelf near the Sixty Sixth Hunger Games items. A one year sobriety coin that was based off of Marchello Donner's token sits in the Sixty Ninth items. Magus was filled with joy.

His attention moved back to the Sixty Third items. A Cricket Antoinette lighter sits in front of his eyes, just begging Magus to buy it. Everything in the shop was begging to be bought by Magus. His hands quickly grab the Cricket Antoinette lighter, a Pyramid key chain, Benat Izar blowdart blowgun. Magus was reaching and grabbing. Hands full and ready to unleash the amount of money he had onto buying collectibles, the man looked around for the owner. A question that he hoped would be answered, "Hello, Anyone here?

[sbeeg]

Tributes & Tokens

The store room of Ms. Rain's store was usually a very busy place. Avoxes delivering packages, the owner trying to organize the merchandise, and boxes piled everywhere. The last part remained the same, every where one could look were various colored boxes. Bubble wrap and packing peanuts were scattered all over the floor, and in the middle of the mess was Poria Rain, dead asleep on Sawyer Viking Pyre Inflatable Mattress.

The Pageant being held in the Capitol had wiped her out of her usual peppy energy and she was taking some down time to catch up on sleep. She slept through the bell ringing as a customer entered, and their footsteps through the show room. However, once the man called out Poria snapped up afraid to find out she had missed not just a few minutes of the day but a few hours.

"Yes Yes! We are open!" she struggled through the boxes and broken toys before sliding through the door into the main room. Her hair was a ratted mess, half falling in her face with foam peanuts hanging all over it. Her clothes were wrinkled and hanging crooked on her frame- but she still had heels strapped to her feet. "How may I help you?"

[Tom]

Writing Thoughts says hears

A woman comes out of the back room, looking like she had a rough time, her hair a mess, clothes wrinkled, and packing peanuts falling from her face. Magus still could see that she was a rather lovely and beautiful woman. Magus' mouth curled at the corners into a smile. The items in his hand felling rather less heavy than before. His eyes taking in everything that was this woman. Magus spoke finally, "Hello. I'm Magus, Magus Argyris. I was just wanting to buy some things and didn't know if the shop was open." A slight blush comes to his face, but vanishes almost instantly.

His eyes wander around the place again. Everything was beautiful and perfect and it made Magus just want to sit in there forever and explore the shop. His hand softly grips the Cricket Antoinette lighter because he can feel the item almost fall. The Benat Izar blowdart blowgun sits uncomfortably in his arms. The man speaks again to the rather beautiful, yet exhausted looking woman, "Do you have anything from the Seventy First Hunger Games?"

Seventy First were his next project and the man would love to have some sort of item to remind him of the one and only Jequirity Eckhart. Though really anything Seventy First would be lovely for him to have. The recap he was making for the public would be wondrous in anyway possible. Magus had spent all week already compiling the videos together from different sources all over the capitol. The one thing that he enjoyed was the recaps he made. It made him feel a part of the fun and exciting games and that's all he wanted.

[sbeeg]

Tributes & Tokens

The man in her shop had an arm full of merchandise and a smile that could charm birds from their nests. Immediately, Poria adjusted her blouse and snatched a packing peanut from her hair.

"You need a basket!" Poria grabbed one of the metal hand baskets off the front counter and walked over to the man, her heels clicking against the floor. She held the basket out for the customer to put his finds in, giving him a little smile as she did.

"I have a whole wall for the Seventy-First right now," she said, nodding her head to the far wall. "Model sets, tokens, kilts in every alliances' tartan, oh and my personal favorite: 71st Arena cologne."

Poria grinned, showing of her dark green lipstick and pearly white teeth. "What can I interest you in?