MagicPocket
EMT Extraordinaire
Magnus sat at the head of the dinning table, his elbows folded and his chin resting on his hands in a gesture that would otherwise appear to be contemplation. And, true, he was contemplating, but that seemed to be a mild word for all the thoughts being shot around in his head at any given time. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. So much to go on. He'd watched carefully from a special viewing box during the Parade with all the other district's mentors and escorts and plethora of Capitol people who staffed the annual Hunger Games. From the lighting people, to the camera people, to the directors, to those who were reporting directly from the scene or the announcers and that. He'd watched the whole thing. Of course he'd watch the recap, his behind-the-scenes viewpoint wouldn't not be sufficient enough. And in the case with the recap he'd be able to grill his students and be able to read their reactions.
Unlike any other student tributes he's mentored in the past, these two have left him more confused and anxious to know more than any other he's ever had. Truly a phenomena he could not ignore, he would witness more in the recap, but from his personal perspective live on the scene, the Capitol's citizens had had his same reaction.
He became aware of Baron sitting down at the table. Magnus looked up. Baron was looking at his plate, to intentionally or unintentionally refusing to chance looking up and meeting his stare, he wasn't sure.
When Baron got to the floor he went off in search of his room. Which he had to note was downright luxurious and so huge he could fit his whole home back in District 4 in it comfortably. He hesitated a few steps upon entering before setting his head straight. He wanted to get out of this body paint that completely covered his body that made him a metalic shiny golden-bronze. Not bothering with the complicated knot that kept his whole "drapes and sheets" ensemble together he simply tore the ridiculous fabric away and stripped it away. Upon stepping into the shower he realized he had no idea how to operate it, the controls almost completely incomprehensible. But before he could start pressing random buttons, one of the Avox servants knocked and let himself in. He was an older man of about late forties, early fifties. Swiftly and silently - of course - he demonstrated how to use the shower.
Water showered down above his head from what felt like a waterfall, Baron nodded gratefully. He opened his mouth to thank the Avox, but the man simply shook his head and left the room. Baron frowned but continued to wash himself off of all the paint with one of the various soap options as shown to him. He washed the metallic gunk from his hair one of the soaps cutting through all of the gunk and making his hair smooth and soft after. When he was done and turned off the water, a air dryer turned on and dried him off within thirty seconds. Baron assed himself in the mirror, his skin had such a healthy glow, making even his tan skin just a slight shade darker though he was sure that wasn't needed. His freckles were nearly barely noticeable. As far as Baron was conserned, standing here in the Capitol, he didn't look anything like himself, but he felt more like himself than he ever had. Like things were coming together. He went into his room with his towel around his waist. Baron went through the dresser, found a pair of white slacks that looked casual enough and a button up shirt in a pale blue colour.
He walked into the dinning room with his sleeves up to his elbows and shirt buttoned it up three or four buttons from the collar. Not bothering to put on a pair of shoes, he went barefoot. Just because he was in the Capitol didn't mean he had to dress up for a simple dinner. Baron took a seat at the table, very aware of Magnus's eyes on him. For the second time he found himself thinking, He's staring at me. Not wanting to meet them he kept his eyes on the meal the Avox servants were serving him.
Unlike any other student tributes he's mentored in the past, these two have left him more confused and anxious to know more than any other he's ever had. Truly a phenomena he could not ignore, he would witness more in the recap, but from his personal perspective live on the scene, the Capitol's citizens had had his same reaction.
He became aware of Baron sitting down at the table. Magnus looked up. Baron was looking at his plate, to intentionally or unintentionally refusing to chance looking up and meeting his stare, he wasn't sure.
When Baron got to the floor he went off in search of his room. Which he had to note was downright luxurious and so huge he could fit his whole home back in District 4 in it comfortably. He hesitated a few steps upon entering before setting his head straight. He wanted to get out of this body paint that completely covered his body that made him a metalic shiny golden-bronze. Not bothering with the complicated knot that kept his whole "drapes and sheets" ensemble together he simply tore the ridiculous fabric away and stripped it away. Upon stepping into the shower he realized he had no idea how to operate it, the controls almost completely incomprehensible. But before he could start pressing random buttons, one of the Avox servants knocked and let himself in. He was an older man of about late forties, early fifties. Swiftly and silently - of course - he demonstrated how to use the shower.
Water showered down above his head from what felt like a waterfall, Baron nodded gratefully. He opened his mouth to thank the Avox, but the man simply shook his head and left the room. Baron frowned but continued to wash himself off of all the paint with one of the various soap options as shown to him. He washed the metallic gunk from his hair one of the soaps cutting through all of the gunk and making his hair smooth and soft after. When he was done and turned off the water, a air dryer turned on and dried him off within thirty seconds. Baron assed himself in the mirror, his skin had such a healthy glow, making even his tan skin just a slight shade darker though he was sure that wasn't needed. His freckles were nearly barely noticeable. As far as Baron was conserned, standing here in the Capitol, he didn't look anything like himself, but he felt more like himself than he ever had. Like things were coming together. He went into his room with his towel around his waist. Baron went through the dresser, found a pair of white slacks that looked casual enough and a button up shirt in a pale blue colour.
He walked into the dinning room with his sleeves up to his elbows and shirt buttoned it up three or four buttons from the collar. Not bothering to put on a pair of shoes, he went barefoot. Just because he was in the Capitol didn't mean he had to dress up for a simple dinner. Baron took a seat at the table, very aware of Magnus's eyes on him. For the second time he found himself thinking, He's staring at me. Not wanting to meet them he kept his eyes on the meal the Avox servants were serving him.