#(chat:cordelia)

[jade-byrd]

"I think the basics will do me" Fitz hummed. He'd liked it the other night, it had relaxed him after he'd freaked out about his score, so a little more wouldn't do any harm, would it? "What else are you planning?"

Cordelia rolled her eyes and relaxed a little, holding her hands up almost defensively. "Look, I'm more than willing to schmooze with him if I need to – do you need like, shit, I don't know, a bowl or whatever or are you covered?" She asked, trying to eye Fitz up and get a better feel for him.

[arturo-madriga-blog]

Arturo pulled his small torches out from the special leather holsters he had crafted a while back. While walking he snapped his fingers and a droplet of flame appeared, onto which he tipped his torches. Minding his own business, he twirled them expertly; like a sword master with his sais. The rush of flames and their heat created a certain excitement in his bosom. 

He stopped suddenly in place at the sound of a woman's voice, and then Marius'. Arturo peered around a nearby tent and saw them discussing with each other.

[matty-stevensarch-blog]

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“Cordy, you’re a mess.” Matty mumbled, a towel pressed to her hairline. She’d somehow managed to trip and hit her head on the kitchen counter within the first fifteen minutes in his apartment. He didn’t think that she would need stitches, but she’d bled all over the bathroom regardless. It looked like a murder scene.

He gently pried the towel from her forehead where the bleeding had slowed enough for him to see the wound. “It’s not deep at all, some gauze and a bandage should be fine.” He told her with a smile, grabbing Band-aids from underneath the sink, cutting a piece of gauze small enough to fit underneath. He carefully doctored her up, grabbing a wet cloth to he could wipe the rest of the blood from her face.

“You’re incredibly graceful, you know that?” He asked, moving out of her reach when she went to hit him, a laugh bubbling out of his chest. “Come on, let’s get you onto the couch so I can clean the blood up before someone comes over and thinks I murdered someone.”

[jade-byrd]

Fitz made a face to show he wasn't all that impressed with her innuendo, because sometimes, especially around people he didn't know very well, he wasn't very fun. "Weed" he smirked then. "You can get it off that Cade guy, that'll keep me happy"

"I mean, I'm pretty good with my hands," Cordelia emphasized with a smirk as she waggled her fingers at Fitz, "But I'm trying to see if we have any special requests, drinks, food, what do you wanna see there? Any music requests?" She was thrilled she'd convinced Fitz to come to the party – with all honesty she thought that convincing people to join her in what felt like something that was a little too chummy for a group of almost-murderers.

[jade-byrd]

“Is that a thing we’re meant to do?” He asked, wondering if everyone walked around saying their first name and district, or if it was just a thing for tributes who were inevitably going to fight to the death. “I’m Fitz, what kind of shindig?”

"Yo," Cordelia greeted as she sidled up to the other Tribute. She sank down next to Fitz in the cafeteria. Training had been long and grueling and everyone just about looked like they could use a break, something to let loose, give them a chance to breathe and she was currently masterminding an entire gathering. "Cordelia, Twelve," She greeted gesturing to herself, "I'm working on a little shindig for all of us, you wanna come?"

@fitz-reed

[jade-byrd]

"You'd want to speak to River if you're planning to steal shit" he offered with a smirk, although he probably wouldn't be too bad at it himself either. "I like it, I'll be there" he nodded then, because he rarely found himself at anything like a party, but what was there to lose, really?

"I don't think it really matters if we're supposed to do it," Cordelia said with a shrug, "I think what matters is that only one of us is gonna make it out alive, it's probably better to end everything with a bang, you feel me?" She thought about the logistics of the party and said, "Well, Fitz, we rob the kitchens downstairs, get a couple drinks for everybody, bring it to the rooftop, drink, dance, eat – pretend like we're here for fun instead of the inevitable."