Hearts and Minds // Tom/ Azaleah
Jul 10, 2016 7:22:03 GMT -5
Post by charade on Jul 10, 2016 7:22:03 GMT -5
KATELYN PERSIMMON
Thankfully, the first date was going to be something normal.
It was just dinner in a fancy restaurant and a hint of something to come afterwards. For the meal, she was dressed in a flowing black gown that was far simpler than the red outfit. She smiled at the two people in front of her, the video maker and the writer. Charles had never actually asked for her input on the contestants, never asked her what she might be looking for. Then again, it was probable that Charles wouldn’t have cared, or even if he did, it wouldn’t have had any bearing as the people on the show seemed to have all been picked for a reason. They were all minor celebrities in their own right. People she was expected to get to know, go on dates with, and maybe even develop feelings for.
There was a saying in district eleven that you could tell a lot about a person by what and how they ate. Kate hoped that held true. She flipped through the menu and smothered a wry smile. The restaurant touted that they served authentic district fare for those with more exotic tastes, but the dishes under the section for eleven weren’t anywhere close to what they actually ate. Just the breakfast menu made her want to scratch her head. A simple breakfast in eleven might consist of pancakes made from scratch with a simple maple syrup and fresh strawberries. Even with the influx of food and money from three straight wins, most people enjoyed their simple food.
So it boggled her mind that the menu claimed that people in eleven regularly ate bacon and leek quiche, whatever the hell that was. It looked like a meat and egg pie of some kind. Not exactly breakfast food in Kate’s mind. Did Capitol citizens really think the districts weren’t all that different from where they lived? Katelyn tossed her hair and kept going; it was dinnertime after all. Neither pancakes nor quiche were available. She wanted something light for her entrée, so she settled on a salad comprised of toasted kale, coconut and tofu over a bed of brown rice, with cranberry juice to drink.
She smiled softly at the selection, knowing that all of the ingredients were from home. Katelyn thought of the bushy kale fields and how pretty the soybeans looked before they were shipped off to nine to be processed and packaged. The rice came from the paddies on the district’s edge. The coconuts sometimes needed special attention in the greenhouses, but there was generally a decent crop of them. And of course, she had visited where the cranberries grew many times before. The others placed their orders, and Charles Tinselton bustled around, making sure that the camera angles were all set up properly and that the lighting was good. He wanted the food to be on the table before they went live.
And so it was that their orders arrived with haste. The waiter that brought it was surprisingly good looking.
But then, everyone in the Capitol was ridiculously attractive by district standards. But does that give you the right to treat tributes like toys and victors like trophies?! Katelyn bit back the venom she could feel rising in her throat. Another old saying was that you could catch more flies with honey than with vinegar; not that she understood why anyone would want to catch flies in the first place, but she knew what it meant. Just be yourself. It wouldn’t be fair to these people to be a fire-breathing dragon now would it? Even if Iona and Weaver have only been dead for a day and it’s weighing on me.
There was a wild whoop from Charles and several quick hand motions. He started talking to the camera and as soon as the little red light went on, she knew it was time to make things more interesting. She took a bite and thought that the flavors worked well together, the tang of the sesame and soy sauce dressing tying the dish together. Katelyn chewed her food carefully and raised an eyebrow as she asked her questions. Charles had encouraged her to ask about their likes, so she ran with the prompt, though perhaps not in the vein that the host of the show had been expecting. “So, Magus. Bay. What do you think about the games? You both make your living off of them, don’t you? And the victors that come afterward?” Like me, she added in her head.
“I mean, I lived through the ah…” she paused, seeing the nervous look on Charles face some distance behind her two dates and decided to bite her tongue, recalling one of the major reasons she had agreed to this in the first place. “…experience, of it all.” She continued delicately. “It must be something else to watch in all unfold from home with a blanket and a bowl of popcorn.” Katelyn sipped at her cranberry juice and focused an intense gaze on the two of them over the top of the glass. “I imagine it was quite…entertaining?” She prompted with a sweetness that was laced with something else entirely.
"It breaks my heart, all these stories,
brings me to tears all this grief;
And I feel so fucking helpless
when I can't be your relief."
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