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Circe Hallworth
 Posted on: Jan 11 2018, 05:17 PM
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Circe was about ready to hit someone. She was in a sour mood, depressed as hell, borderline suicidal. She was looking to get in trouble, if she hit someone, if she threatened someone’s life, maybe she’d get shot. Maybe someone would just put her out of her fucking misery. Things weren’t going well for the newest victor. Not in the least. Her word was cracking all around her. She was seeing things, feeling things, things that weren’t there. Supposed to be dead, gone, defeated. Things that she didn’t understand. Her walls were down, her barriers were broken. It was the lowest point in Circe’s victory. The worst possible time to be summoned to the capitol. She would’ve stayed home today, all locked up in her house where no one could bother her. She could sleep the day away, not worry about a damn thing. But that wasn’t a luxury Circe would get.

Instead she was here in the capitol. Standing at the train station, waiting for a Zara Van Allen. She was the one who’d sent her the stupid fucking telegram. Threatening her with dire consequences if she didn’t show. Like Circe was scared, or could be scared of anything the capitol had to dish out. She didn’t know why they needed her, she didn’t care. It was likely for some stupid publicity thing Circe could care less about. She hadn’t done too much to shape her image. The fire victor had been quiet in these first few months. A few scandals here and a couple victory parties there, but nothing outrageous. There’d been no roar to the flames just yet. And she was fine with that. With everything that was happening, she was in no mood to be prancing around on her fake little stage. But that was exactly what they were making her do by calling her here.

Here in the capitol she had a standard to upkeep, an image to appeal to. She was Circe Hallworth, firecracker victor. Spitfire silver tongue and fiery attitude. But that wasn’t who she was feeling like. She felt like she was going insane. She was torn to pieces by what she’d done. Even started drinking. Heavily. Something she rarely ever did before her victory. People didn’t need to know about that though. Why? Circe didn’t really know. She really didn’t care what people thought. They could all go to hell. But something kept her from breaking down completely. Something within her simply wouldn’t budge. Hopefully, for her sake, it would stick.

She looks around the station for anyone that stands out. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to recognize who would be here to receive her. But whatever, whenever miss “Allen” decided to show her face, Circe would be ready. She leans against a cold metal beam, arms crossed over her chest. Every now and then her fierce blue eyes would flick back and forth within the crowd. This better be worth it.
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Zara Van Allen
 Posted on: Jan 12 2018, 10:17 AM
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Every time there was a new victor, it was just a matter of time before Zara received a phone call. Mr Lumage was the new secretary to the president, and it was usually him who her business was with. He'd told her that the hype for Circe was dropping rapidly and that it was far too soon to have her swept under the rug with the rest of the victors. No... and young, attractive and fiery victor like her needed to be in the spotlight for a much more prolonged period of time. So far, the Capitol wasn't impressed, and Zara needed to change that - in any way she could. "Whatever it takes" was the usual phrase given to her by Mr Lumage, for it was often his neck on the line if things didn't go their way. Not that Zara particularly cared for the health of Mr Lumage, she did, however, care for her reputation, and one little girl wasn't going to tarnish that.

She had decided to greet the victor herself, with the company of four - rather large - men. They were dressed in black suits, and wore pairs of shades to hide their watchful eyes. Zara was confident enough not to need the men... but you couldn't be too careful. She'd seen her games, and what she was capable of. Zara wasn't exactly strong, but she did hold a presence that no one seemed to dare cross. She was high in threats, and amongst many capitolites, not exactly a friendly face.

Zara had been watching Circe rather closely over the past six months. She'd watched her games throughout, watched the ways in which she killed, spoke and moved. She'd learnt to expect the worst from her, and boy did Zara hope she'd have an excuse to put her in her place. Nevertheless, she enjoyed the victor's attitude, it was refreshing... compared to the scared, shivering imbreds she'd seen before. [i]Alvin and Eleanor[i] sprung to mind. They were easy to control, all it took was a little bit of fear... threats... that was it. Zara had a feeling Circe was going to be entirely different. That girl had little fear, that much she could tell from the get-go. She assumed this was going to be an interesting conversation.

The theatrics she usually would reserve for the lower districts shouldn't be necessary in this instance. Not today, anyway. The career districts were generally the most pro-capitol of them all. The complete opposite of district eight, who were consistently the most troublesome. When Zara arrived at the station punctually, she noticed Circe was already leant up against a metal beam, looking as miserable as ever,
"Ms. Hallworth," Zara said, hands on hips. She didn't bother to outstretch her hand towards her, she merely looked the girl up at down. Zara had dressed in her official clothes, a long, tight black pencil skirt, with a blouse tucked in, paired with a matching jacket, and heels - of course. "Come with me," she said, waiting for the girl to move off of her leant position before taking a step towards her town car. It was new, with black-out windows, and an extended back.
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Circe Hallworth
 Posted on: Jan 12 2018, 02:59 PM
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Ms. Hallworth. Circe hated that. Being called “Hallworth”. That wasn’t her name. That was her father’s name. Circe even thought about changing it. To what? She didn’t know. But at least she wouldn’t have anything to do with her family name. She didn’t want a damn thing to do with them. Circe only addressed the woman with a simple and defiant flick of her eyes. “Circe, actually. Has more meaning.” It was the truth, even if she was spiteful about it. Her full name packed quite the punch, even without all the glamor of her current title as victor. But she didn’t care. Circe was the best fit for her. What could she say? She more or less had a death wish. Course, she’d said that before she really assessed the situation for how severe it really was.

Though her fierce gaze doesn’t waver, an amused smirk plays across her expression upon seeing the bodyguards that surround the capitolite. It occurred to her that this little get together no longer carried the similar signs of her capitol visits. Not a newly thought up publicity stunt for her to try. Were they there for a matter of protection? Or were they simply there to intimidate her into complying? She wasn’t impressed with their display. Circe was hardly ever impressed by anything. And either way, she didn’t care what they were there for. She didn’t really care about anything, much less whatever Zara had dragged her out of district four for.

It was true Circe had been shying away from the fame that was rightfully hers. Ever since that night she fought with Kandyll. Everything had gone horribly downhill since then. The rowdy partying at the bars in four, the trouble she’d get into with “friends”. All of it stopped immediately after that. After that mental breakdown. She hardly left the house. She’d shut herself away from the rest of the world to mourn. Apparently, she’d been missed. Everyone wanted to know where she was, what happened to the fire victor that would always have some new big scandal to show off. She didn’t know. And they didn’t know. Circe was smarter than that to just share her sorrows with the world. So no one had a clue.

She’d shown herself in public, but that didn’t mean she had to actually attract any attention. Or anyone had to know she was in the capitol at all. It was wintertime, perfect to harbor Circe’s depressive state of mind. She’d worn a big fluffy coat that covered most of her body, added layers to her small and muscular physique. She had tied up her fiery red hair under a hat for the purpose of hiding, but it served really no point. Circe’s red hair had taken the fashion world by storm. All the most fashionable were wearing her look. As for her face, she just was sure to keep her head down on the train, to focus on the bleak world as the train rushed by.

She pushes off the wall and stuffs her hands in the pocket of her coat before looking to the car Zara moves towards. She stops for a moment, eyes narrowing at the car. Circe wasn’t stupid. She could easily realize just how suspicious this situation seemed. And just how much she shouldn’t get into that car. But really, Circe could care less what happened to her. Maybe a little taste of danger would push her back to what once was. One of the men holds open one of the doors for her. She looks up at him for a moment. Had she been her usual self she might’ve said something bold, something flirty. But she didn’t. Instead she silently climbed into the car and settled down onto the lavishly velvet seat.

It was a large car. It was all done up and practically screamed capitol. Once everyone has piled in, she looks to Zara with a raised brow. She crosses her arms over her chest. “So I’m guessing we’re not on our way to a photoshoot…” she looks to the guards, a bored expression on her face. She turns back to Zara. “What exactly is it that I’m here for?” she asks boldly.
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Zara Van Allen
 Posted on: Jan 18 2018, 08:55 AM
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Compliance. It was an important word to most; it was an important word to the Capitol - but it was not something that would be largely associated with Zara. She answered to very few people in this world - the president, of course... and perhaps a couple of his politicians. Other than that? Zara was her own woman. She had all the power she could dream of really, and then some. Her job meant she was mistress to perhaps the strongest in Panem, and such gave her the respect and admiration of many who knew her well. Her role of victor handler was not widely known, though - not amongst the Capitolites anyway. There were a few trusted regulars who were... somewhat aware of her close dealing with the victors, for the reason that she'd occasionally be asked to arrange a special night for them and one of their favourites from the games. Convincing them was never easy, but as long as you found the right leverage, the easier everything seemed to become. Everyone had a weak spot - that much had been clear to Zara all these years. Did Zara know Circe's? That was yet to be seen. The woman had been smart, and for that Zara respected her - as much as was humanly possible for the woman, so maybe a different approach would be necessary to get Circe to comply with Z's demands.

As the woman walked to the car she considered Circe's correction. Circe, actually. Has more meaning. Zara couldn't care less about meaning - what did it matter if your name meant "the ocean" or "water", or whatever Ser-Sie even represented? Might as well grow up and get on with life before worrying what it was people called you.
"Please bore someone else with the frivolities of name meaning," Zara said bitterly as she turned and walked towards the town car. She had never been anyone's "best friend," for Zara knew not when to hold her tongue. She cared little about the feelings of others and took great joy in their misery. See, Zara was pretty self-absorbed, and she rarely did anything unless it suited her, and she certainly wasn't about to bother worrying what poor Circe would rather be called.

If anything was shady, it was certainly the picturesque scene of entering a black-out car with Zara Van Allen. She was recognisable to some for owning the sleazy strip club in the back alleys of the Rave Quarter. Circe was probably one of the most recognisable faces in Panem right now, so she knew they'd better get out of the public eye as soon as possible. The car was, of course, lavish - it had been provided by Mr Lumage - and of course, they wanted only the best for their new victor. Zara wasn't exactly going to pass that up, and so she gladly stepped inside the gleaming black car.

Once Circe had joined her, she was immediately met with a question. This one didn't mess around, huh. Zara thought it might be pretty obvious why she was called here. The girl had practically gone dead silent over the past few months. No Capitol visits, no screen time - no nothing.
"Want to skip the small-talk? And I had been so looking forward to talking about hair-products with you," she said sarcastically, with a fake pep-girl voice. Not giving any time for Circe to cut in, Zara folded her arms and continued, more serious now, "You've been asked here because the hype for you is dying, and fast." She looked her over, "I can't say I'm surprised," she added maliciously, "but... we're going to change that." She said decisively, and it wasn't like Circe had any choice in the matter.

The car started smoothly and headed towards the underground - there were a series of old abandoned rooms beneath the service of the Capitol, and a large part of it was gifted to Zara by her good friend, Mr Lumage. It was where she dealt with her victors, and Circe would be no different - however, her usual torture rooms were off the cards, for now.

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Circe Hallworth
 Posted on: Jan 20 2018, 05:28 PM
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Oof. This woman was not what Circe usually saw from the capitolites. While usually capitolite women were bright and bubbly, this one seemed wound up far too tightly to actually be from the party loving capitol. Tell her that Zara was from one of the lower districts that were known for their bad attitudes? That was far more believable. Even dressed up as she was. Circe merely rolled her eyes like a defiant teenager when Zara went sour at her insistence of being called “Circe”. What was putting her so out of place? It’s just a name, don’t get your panties in a wad. But, all in all, she got what she wanted. A rise.

Circe didn’t think the capitol cared all that much as to whether she was on top of the world or not. All her life she’d just assumed that was an extra benefit to winning. One she was allowed to indulge in or not. She was entirely unaware that wasn’t the case at all. Circe simply grinned at the woman in response to her snarky comments. Circe had been forced out of her district into the company of this woman. Did she want to be here? Not at all. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun pushing buttons. That’s what she did. Or, at least, what she used to do. Having fun wasn’t something on your mind when you choose to hole yourself up in your house.

She listens to the reasons Zara gives. They’re not a cause for alarm, or really any sort of concern in Circe’s eyes. There was a reason for all of that. She wanted to be alone. She was better off all by herself without the prying eyes of the public to look in on her problems. They could all assume whatever they wanted. Fact was, Circe was completely burnt out. She had nothing left to give. And there was nothing left to take. “That’s a damn shame” she chuckles, clearly not taking much interest in the idea. “Maybe I’m just not people’s cup of tea” she grins with a shrug. “Can’t say I care too much...though, I don’t see why you would” Circe raises an eyebrow at her. Zara mentioned something about changing her popularity status. She made it sound sinister, like she had some fun little game ready for Circe to play.

However, in Circe’s case, she wasn’t all that concerned. These days, there wasn’t much that could budge the victor. But the idea was intriguing. Changing how things were. Circe was so damn miserable on her own. Perhaps the capitol had something planned for her that would change things up? She’d like to see what Zara had to try. So, rather than snap back with another snarky reply, she goes silent with a slight nod. She could play nice. As long as there was something in it for her.
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Zara Van Allen
 Posted on: Jan 24 2018, 12:07 PM
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Zara understood that one the surface of things, Capitolites were bundles of roses. They were all smiles and sweet things - so much so it made her feel a little sick inside. It was all a mask, though, of course... covering up for the things that must remain hidden, and that included everything Zara got up to underground. There were numerous on-goings beneath the surface layer of the Capitol, and not all of it involve the victors, either.

Zara's face was unmoving, but she was slightly amused by Circe's demeanour. There weren't many victors around that wouldn't at least be slightly disturbed about this whole situation - thought she supposed Circe didn't exactly know her yet, but she was actually taking all of this with a pinch of salt. As if nothing had phased her at all. The girl had a tongue on her, and that humored Zara more than anything else, she liked someone with a bit of bite, literally. "I'm sure that's the case," Zara said slyly, folding her arms across her chest. "I don't," Zara replied slowly, "This is simply business," and it was, did Zara herself have any fascination with the affairs of the victors? No, none at all. Did she care about the money in her pocket? Absolutely. Besides... she liked the power it gave her. She liked to feel feared, and make little victors quiver in their over-sized boots. The careers weren't terrible to work with, since they already wanted to do the things she'd insist on regardless, but Zara wasn't sure if Circe would be so accommodating.

The town car pulled downwards through a recognisable slope. It swirled into a spiral and wound down several times before finally driving straight for several minutes. "We're here, I'll give you the tour," Zara said as the door opens for her. She stepped out into the darkness and walked casually towards the bright wide door just a few meters away. "Welcome, to the underground," she said, looking back for Circe before opening to door to a long white corridor with wailing walls. Literally.
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Circe Hallworth
 Posted on: Jan 26 2018, 11:06 AM
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People like Zara were no strangers to Circe. True, she never expected to see this sort of personality from the capitol. That in itself was an interesting and perhaps welcome change. But Circe grew up surrounded by people like her. Par usual her little games, Circe had already picked up on how her new “friend” ticked. Zara liked to be feared, she liked the power and influence that fear can hold over others. She was like a over glorified career simply because she happened to be from the capitol. Perhaps lacking all the charm that usually accompanies an arrogant and headstrong career. But Circe wouldn’t be intimidated, there was little that had the nerve to come up against her in the first place. She’d never been in a position to be intimated, save for fighting for her life in the games. This was no arena.

Another thing that Zara seemed to know that amused her was the art of shutting away all emotion. Something all careers knew how to do. To solidify your expression into one made only to block people from reading you. It was an admirable trait, one Circe could respect. She might’ve been annoyed with the fact that Zara remained so stony and unmoved had she been trying anything with the handler. Circe liked to piss people off. And with the mood she was in, that could be the sort of amusement that could pull her out of her funk. It was yet to be decided what sort of temper was locked up within the stiff woman, but if anyone could expose it, Circe could. She was practically a professional...even if she wasn’t herself lately.

Zara went on to agree with Circe’s self deprecating joke. Circe didn’t care, she never tried pleasing people. The joy and happiness of others had never been her concern. In fact, it’d been quite the opposite, finding her own enjoyment of their anger and pain. Now being on the receiving end of those irritating little emotions...things were complicated. Circe didn’t really know what she wanted from life anymore. She was simply riding on the hope that Zara might be able to offer her a deal she couldn’t refuse. Something to make life worth living again. She mentions how it was all just business and Circe couldn’t help but chuckle. Good. That meant that Zara didn’t want to be here just as much as Circe didn’t. Hopefully that would make things pass so much faster. There was nothing at home, and it was calling her name.

The car ride didn’t last much longer after that, but the time was passed by quickly in the silence. Circe too caught up in the bleak webs and shadows of her mind to bother keeping any sort of conversation. Besides, Zara didn’t seem like the sociable type anyways. That made things all the more easy. Circe didn’t care to talk for once. There was nothing to say. The car makes its way through all sorts of twists and turns before it makes its stop somewhere far below the capitol seen by the rest of the world. Things just kept getting more and more interesting. The door opens for her and Circe is quick to exit the car, not wanting to waste anymore of her time than necessary.

How generous of you” Circe says, sarcasm all too prevalent in her tone. She takes a moment to look around, despite there not being much to see. Just darkness and an ominous looking door. Just another way to make someone question themselves and the situation. What could be behind those doors? What happens now? But not Circe. Because Circe didn’t care. She quickly catches up to Zara as she opens the doors to reveal-...nothing too spectacular actually. Though, that probably had something to do with the whole atmosphere of the place. This entire trip was practically everything but capitol luxury.

Underground. Who came up with that name? How uncreative and boring. Circe tried repeating it in a menacing tone in her mind, but it really didn’t stick. It was almost comical, and caused a small chuckle to escape her. But she quickly covered it with an innocent grin to Zara. “I’m not sure if you can tell, but I’m absolutely thrilled to get started with whatever “big plans” you’ve got for me” she says snidely, in that bored and monotone voice. She keeps somewhat close to Zara as they continue down the hall, curiously turning her attention from the bodyguards to the end of the hall.
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Zara Van Allen
 Posted on: Jan 30 2018, 05:16 AM
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Zara had never bought into that whole "peppy, best-friend for life," vibe the rest of the Capitolites gave off. She knew they were all two-faced bitches beneath the surface layer of filth - so she'd never felt so inclined as to befriend any of them, and especially not become any of them. Zara was very to-the-point, and she would be sure to let you know if she detested you in any way, shape, or form. Liking someone was a rarity for this Capitolite, and even one you'd gotten to that stage, it was even harder to stay there.

Zara knew a lot of people though, but they were acquaintances - people that owed her favours, or regulars at her club. There were a lot of those. Both men and women flitted through her life, and Zara definitely took advantage of that. In retrospect, she took advantage of most people... At this point, though, she decided she didn't dislike the new victor from four. In fact, she found her to be rather amusing.

Unfortunately, she didn't control the entirety of the underground. It was built many years ago, for several different purposes. All dark, and all as grotesque as the next. She held her hand out for Circe to stop a moment outside a room on the left. She took out her phone and pressed several buttons before swiping upwards. The wall slowly faded away into a transparent window...
"This is Howl, he takes care of all of the runaways," it wasn't infrequent that people fled from the districts, with them attempt to live out in the wilderness without the Capitol's watchful eye over them. Sometimes you would catch them sneaking into different districts to pass along messages or codes to small collections of rebels. Sometimes, they would even find Capitolites taking off to live a new life - that was even more surprising, but such had been happening less since the take-down of thirteen. Zara had all but ignored Circe's snarky comment about her excitement, she would not be rushed, and the impatient victor would have to wait to find out what news Z had to bring. The "seductive siren" as they all liked to call her, would soon find out her fate - and Zara didn't think she was going to be too happy about it, either.

Inside the sterile room to the left, lay Howl, a small, puny man with a sadistic love of dentistry. Zara had heard he had his own personal teeth collection. She'd caught him steeling them from his patients once, and ever since the little weasel had tried to keep on her good side. He didn't want that rumor getting out. "Ever wonder where avox's were made?" She said, as she watched them drag in Howl's next victim. Zara tilted her head slightly in enjoyment of what was to come. Two men strapped down a girl into what would ordinarily look like a dentist's chair - however, this one had metal restraints built in to pin down the hands, feet and neck. She was petite, and fair haired - and had one big mouth on her. She screamed the place down, so much so it traveled through the thick glass that stood between them. "This is my favourite part," She said, looking back at Circe to see her expression - if there even was one.

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Circe Hallworth
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Well there certainly wasn’t much to look at in this underground whatever it was. Circe caught on to the ominous and suspicious feel of the place and assumed everything but pleasantries went down here. However, she left things up to the suspension of her belief. That and the fact that no capitolite would dare fuck up a victor. They were an important piece of the image of panem. No way in hell would the people in charge let things get out of hand with their victors. So for the time being, she felt safe. She felt like she could run her mouth. And on the off chance that there was something devilishly fun planned for her, well, then Circe might just have even more to say. But for now, it was quiet. Very quiet. It was like a deprivation of the senses, white walls and no sound except heels echoing off walls. Like an irritating ticking over and over. It was enough to drive anyone insane. Shame it was far too late.

Circe was almost startled when there was finally a chance in pace. Zara abruptly held out her arm and she obediently came to a stop. Circe watches her for a moment as she worked her little gadget before the mechanic whirring of the wall draws her attention away. Behind door number one sat a little room with a sinister looking little man who looked as though he lived in his mother's basement his whole life. This gave cause for Circe to frown, but what type of person did she imagine would be working in such a dark and hidden away environment? Surely not anyone that would benefit the world by being out in the open? Zara introduced him as “Howl”, explaining how he dealt with the runaways of panem. Circe never quite grasped the concept of runaways, why they did what they did. She knew conditions in the lower districts were shit, but was the risk of death really worth dying out in the wilderness? Never made any sense to her, being an entitled career.

Can’t say it’s been my wildest fantasy” Circe smirks as the door on the opposite side of the room flies open. Her eyes flick up to watch the seemingly carefully planned out scene. It was too perfect for them not to have set it all up. But that didn’t mean it was any less real. No, in fact, Circe was hoping it was. Feeling guilty and depressed or not, she was still the sadistic career that took immense pleasure in causing others pain. Or at least being witness to such a spectacle. The smirk remained twisted into her expression as they drag the girl kicking and screaming and strap her down into the chair. The girl certainly had a set of lungs, Circe could hear her through the glass. But it didn’t phase her, not a bit. Circe was used to the screaming. It was a theme constantly found within her torn up mind. Her own screaming, the screaming of others in memories past. It was all there, bottled up for her own torture scene. It used to be music to her ears, but your favorite song could only play so many times before it becomes a nuisance.

Blue eyes flick over to address Zara as she speaks again. She recognizes the look given to her. Zara wanted to see something, some sort of fear or break in expression. Circe nearly laughed. Clearly the woman wasn’t aware of whose mind she was trying to mess with. So rather than provide her with the appropriate response to witnessing such horror, she continues to smirk. She even goes so far as to push back with her own little quip. “Kinky” Circe grins. No, it’d take much more than a little peep show to terrify the girl who’d been through hell. Circe had done worse than cutting tongues. Infact, she’d even wanted to try it herself in the arena. She’d wanted so badly to take Galatea Ampere’s tongue as a prize once she finally caught her. But the moment never came. It was taken from her. At least now she could pretend it was that stupid girl screaming and howling as the little man tortured her.
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Zara took great pleasure in the pain and misfortune of others, but it was nothing compared to inflicting it herself. Although, the screams of the girl before her wasn't exactly offputting - in fact, she rather enjoyed it. The whole prospect of confinement and bondage certainly was of interesting to the Capitolite, and she'd had her fair share of fine both in and out of the bedroom. Clear as it were, Zara had always taken a dominant position is each and every aspect of life. She was yet to meet her match. In a way, there was a small inkling inside of her that craved submission... she was yet to find a person who had the capability to dominate her.

Zara's eyes flickered between Circe's facial features. she watched as the grin spread across her face, and Zara folded her arms, observing her in silence for a few moments. "You know," she said pausing, walking closer towards the career, one hand on her hip - the other hung loosely at her side. "I like you, Ms Hallworth," she said, emphasizing her last name - more out of defiance that anything. Zara stood tall in her clacking heels. She was confident, and fearless. Such characteristics shone through to the surface, most of the time.

Zara turned abruptly and began to walk further through the corridor and made a right once she'd reached the end. The second door to the left was the one she'd stopped at, and after pressing another button, it flung open. "After you," she'd said, motioning for Circe to enter. Inside was a white table and two chairs sat opposite one another. It was plain, but there were several other things dotted around the room, filing cabinets, a small table with water and food, but it was all pretty basic - much unlike the rest of the Capitol.

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Circe Hallworth
 Posted on: Feb 25 2018, 04:01 PM
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It just simply wasn’t the same as actually being the one with the knife in your hand. Circe wondered if there’d ever again be a time that she felt as alive as she had slashing and cutting through the tributes in the arena. It was an exhilarating rush like no other. Holding a life in your hands, being the sole reason they live or die. An entire future relying on the faint possibility of mercy. Mercy that never comes. Fear replaced by an innate sense of hopelessness and failure. And it was all her doing. Once you’ve gone so far down that road, there was very little that would give you a sense of purpose. Of being. That’s how Circe felt now. Like her purpose had been fulfilled and therefore, had no point in living anymore. She needed a new purpose to strive for. A new game to play. And yet she never went out looking for one. She preferred to stay locked away and alone. This was the most social she’d been in awhile. And it would be all too obvious that her solitude had taken its toll on her wellbeing had she not been such a great pretender.

Circe had fully expected the woman to be irritated with her blatant defiance. Circe would be, had the tables been turned. But it was the exact opposite. In fact, it seemed like this was the first moment since meeting Zara that the woman didn’t appear to have her panties in a wad. Circe only turns her face to address what she says. She grins at first, somewhat proud of her ability to win over the toughest of opponents. Her grin falters slightly upon hearing her last name once more. Despite already having told the woman off about it. “Oh goodie. I was so worried you didn’t approve” She sneers, following the woman as she starts to walk off. Of course their tour of the miracle of avoxes would come to an end once she realized there was no phasing Circe. They were likely off to view an even more gruesome spectacle. Just to see if there was anything that would make Circe squeamish.

After following Zara around a corner, she’s stopped once more at another door. This one opens in on a boring little room. Zara insists she goes first, to which Circe is slightly apprehensive. Though the room was quite plain and didn’t seem like there was anything off about it, something just didn’t see right persay. Like willingly walking into the jaws of some horrendous beast. Circe was no fool. But it wasn’t like she really had a choice, did she? So instead, she makes the best of it. She raises an eyebrow at Zara questioningly. “And I was expecting something impressive” she tsks, shaking her head before stepping into the little room and looking around at the bland surroundings. She approaches the chairs and table, starting to remove her heavy coat and tossing it over a chair. She was just ready to get this stupid meeting over with so she could leave.
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Zara Van Allen
 Posted on: Apr 17 2018, 02:03 PM
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Zara couldn't help but let out a smirk as Circe's sarcasm whacked her right back. It was like a game of tug and war - and the contestants seemed dead even. Both strong empowered women; their hands weren't even burning from the rope. Zara liked that the girl, woman... victor, had some bite to her. It was a lot more interesting than the usual crazies she had to deal with. They all had so many problems, so many weaknesses. While that made her job all the more smooth-sailing, it did make it all a little too easy. No... Circe was a tough cookie, and Zara knew that now. It was going to be a different kind of relationship between these two, one they both would benefit from.

She followed the victor into the room, rolling her eyes, "I'm not here to impress you," Zara told her in a short, abrupt tone, "sit down," she added, before taking her own seat at the other end of the table. Whilst the room was basic, it didn't need to be anything other than what it was. A room. Zara didn't need any gadgets, or torture tools today. They wouldn't work on this one regardless, no... today all she needed was her words, and Circe's ears to listen to what she had to say.

Zara leant forward on the table, her hands clasped together. "I have a proposition for you, Circe," she said, using her first name this time - for the first time. "The Capitol are closing in, and they want to take control over you," Zara said, leaned back in her seat. Letting that thought hang in the air for a second, "But," she said, pausing a little more. "But I think you're worth more to me with your wits about you. With your choices free for you to make," She said smirking. "I think we can be allies in this messed up world," Zara used the phrase allies for the obvious was the two of them never really had "friends". Friends was such a foreign phrase, and one certainly not meant for the strangers that they were. Allies was more appropriate.
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Circe Hallworth
 Posted on: Apr 19 2018, 10:36 PM
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Weakness was the ultimate sin in Circe’s world. It was the greatest evil, a backwards version of a code of morals pressed onto her by her corrupt father. It was accepted as complete law that emotion and feelings were the downfall of a glorious victor, and would not be tolerated by him. The same condemnation of anything less than perfect, met with the same severe punishments for stepping out of line. For breaking down, for not being able to handle the pressure of her pent up lifestyle. But over the years, Circe learned quit well how to stop feeling completely. She was an expert now on emotion, of expression, body language. She could read it all. At least when it came to others. And from what she observed time and time again...nothing ever good came from it.

That’s a shame, I’m worth the effort” Circe smirks as she crosses over to take her rightful spot in the chair as Zara tells her. But at least the woman finally learned her damn name. That had to be considered somewhat of a progress. Especially when Circe hated being referred to as her family name. Circe sits up attentively in the chair, properly crossing her legs like a lady. She’d had that proper way about her. That’s what happened when you lived in a rich kid’s world with all those high society balls. Had to learn something about manners at some point. Her expression dies down a bit, more reserved now as she listens to what Zara has to say.

Control her? Well that didn’t sound like fun. Circe’s whole existence was based on control. If she didn’t have it, what else was there? She definitely didn’t like the idea of anyone having any sort of power over her. She’d just gotten rid of that. She’d only just gained her own independence. She was the firecracker victor, no one could tame. No way in hell was she going to let that happen. But. There was a but. Circe hung onto every little word that Zara had to say. How could she not? It was obvious this was important. She might think life sucks, but she knew without a doubt it’d suck even more if she had some fucker telling her what to do with it. “Right.” she says slowly.

I’ve made all sorts of deals to get what I want. But I’m no fool, Zara. You strike me as the kind of woman that’s got all sorts of strings attached to her “saving graces” So. What’ll it be?” A brow shoots up in skepticism. There wasn’t much Circe could offer the woman that she didn’t already have. But Circe knew how this all worked. She played like this, with hidden little motives scattered about. “You keep their grabby hands off, and I give you what?” she repeats, leaning back more casually in her chair. Hopefully, whatever she wanted wasn’t worth too much. Circe tended to be quite stingy and selfish when it came down to it.
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