heather-fosia:
Chauncie purrs from the attention before curling up in my lap. “Yeah, he’s been called that. He was suppose to be a new weapon for the Peacemakers in my District, but when they realized he couldn’t control his changes, they planned to just kill him off and start over. My father was a main Scientist and took Chauncie and have him to me.”
District 2 supplies Panem with Peacekeepers and only an the people from D2 and the Capitol knows about this, everyone else were made to believe that their specialty is Masonry. “I’m no science expert but if he’s dangerous, then why did they give him to you?” Azure looked at the cat on her lap with discomfort as if expecting him to go feral and grow ten times his size in an instant with claws bursting out of its paws and other horrible stuff.
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7:01 pm • 4 February 2012 • 20 notes
@heather & @marge: I’m just gonna rest for a bit. it’s like 3 am here. I’ll reply to you guys when I wake up :)
1:48 pm • 4 February 2012 • 2 notes
heather-fosia:
“Just a little.” I watch him swype along his phone until he finds whatever it was he was looking for. Needless to say, I’m shock that he had my information down on a small phone. I smile, taking his hand and giving it a shake. “You’d be correct.” I rub Chauncie’s back, watching him yawn. “This is Chauncie,” I answer. “Just a warning, he won’t be a cat for long. So when he changes, don’t freak out too much.” I laugh softly.
“Chauncie? Nice name.” He smiled and stroked the cat behind his ears. Azure raised an eyebrow when he realized what she said. “Wait. What do you mean ‘when he changes’? Is he a mutt?” Azure withdrew his hand and continued with his cereal.
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1:45 pm • 4 February 2012 • 20 notes
@Margeaux
After a hearty breakfast and some special pills that increases metabolism in the body, Azure decided to continue his search for Margeaux. He ended up looking for her floor after floor but he had no luck of finding her. “Maybe I should just call it a day.” He sighed as he lazily walked along the corridors of the training center.
He picked an empty bench and took out his phone to draw a quick sketch of an outfit he had on his mind. The sketch wasn’t really good but he decided he’ll work on the details when he gets home. Suddenly a familiar figure walks past him without even pausing to greet him. He stared at her behind as she walked away and realizing who it was when he saw her legs.
Azure quickly sprang back to life and catching Margeaux after a quick sprint. “I knew it was you. I recognize those legs anywhere.” He grinned at her, Ignoring Azure she continued on walking “So.. What’s up Marge?” He grinned some more, he knew calling her by nickname will piss her off but he just had to if he wants to catch her attention.
1:43 pm • 4 February 2012 • 15 notes
heather-fosia:
azuregillian:
Wearing his favorite red and black checkered long sleeve shirt, faded jeans, sneakers, ferdora, and wayferer glasses, today Azure decided to wonder around the tribute building. Even though he knows he wasn’t obligated to be there but he wanted to stay so that he could learn more from the tributes…
When I saw a man sitting alone, I decided to make my way over. He seemed nice enough, thought a little lost in thought. With a plate full of food, I grinned at the man as I say across from him. I needed as many distractions as I could get right now. “Hey.” It was simple, but I didn’t want to startle the guy. Chauncie scurried around my shoulders as a mouse, squeaking here and there when I didn’t give him some food. “I’m Heather.” I look him over, taking in his appearance. “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you’re a Stylist.”
“Too obvious huh?” Azure laughed a bit then eyed the girl head to toe by lowering half of his glasses and placing it back. He then quickly took out his phone and with a couple of swipes on its screen. “Ahh.. Here it is.” Azurre said after finding what he was looking for.”Heather Fosia from District 2?” he smiled and held out his free hand for a shake “The name’s Azure Gillian. And who’s that little fella with you?” Azure said turning his attention to her cat.
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1:25 pm • 4 February 2012 • 20 notes
Snooping Around (Open)
Wearing his favorite red and black checkered long sleeve shirt, faded jeans, sneakers, ferdora, and wayferer glasses, today Azure decided to wonder around the tribute building. Even though he knows he wasn’t obligated to be there he wanted to visit so that he could learn more from the tributes and their lives back at the districts, especially those from D3 and D9, the two districts he’ll be styling. Having knowledge about the districts will help him create the best costumes and outfits, it was an idea he had last night before going to bed.
But he had other motives too, he wanted to see Margeaux. For some reason for the past 24 hours he always end up drawing her in costumes whenever his mind starts to wander off while sketching. He was captivated by her natural beauty and powerful personality. “What makes her tick?” Azure wondered while he navigated his way around every twists and corner of the training center. He wanted to see her, he heard rumors of her strangling her own stylist but he didn’t care, the rumors only mad his desire to see her escalate.
When he realized his search was leading him nowhere he decided to grab a quick bite at the dining floor. He arrived and saw most of the tributes were already having their breakfast. Some of them are in groups, there were some sharing a meal with their mentors, while there were others who were eating alone. Azure decided to pick an empty table hoped his search later will lead hims somewhere.
12:57 pm • 4 February 2012 • 20 notes
Fraternizing
margeauxphalls:
Without looking at Azure, Margeaux rolled her eyes and kept eating. The challenge on his voice was seriously getting into her nerves and she felt a compelling attitude to show him. But what she needed was to fend him off-for now. She drop the plate back to table with a clatter and grab the bottle itself, drinking it. It tasted like some plain juice to her now.
She dropped it back to her side and turned to Azure with a measuring look and a grimace. “Azure… handling me is something I doubt you can do.” She reached to grip his collar and draw him closer to her. With glaring eyes she said, “I know a asshole when I see one, and one most likely just want a good fuck. A challenge would do you no good, for I’ll enjoy you and literally break you just for the fun of it.” She released him with a shove. She wanted to leave him there gaping at her but she was really drunk now. She just slouched back to the couch and fixed him with a stare.
What Mardeaux just did made Azure like her even more. He loves older women especially strong ones, and Marge was definitely his type. But he got hurt at the word asshole, he was brutally honest with his feelings, yes, but he never meant to act like an asshole. He hated being called one because he knows what real assholes were like.
“Margeaux, if I was an asshole I’d take advantage of you right now but I won’t since I’m not one.” It was obvious that she was already drunk, she was too weak to even move. The number of people around the two were starting to dwindle. “Come on, I’ll carry you to your room. You need to rest.” But before she could even protest Azure picked her up and slowly assisted her to stand up. He called a nearby Avox and asked them to guide him to her room.
It took a while to get to her room since she was resisting his help and the swaying movement of the train wasn’t helping. The Avox slid the door open as he carried her on to her bed. “We’ll talk tomorrow okay?” He went for the door and gave her one last look. Lying on her bed she looks so beautiful, Azure couldn’t believe that her natural beauty surpasses even those who got their body and faces enhanced by the Capitol. If he wanted he could do anything with her right now. But Azure shook the thought off of his head and closed the door behind him.
1:08 am • 3 February 2012 • 20 notes
Azure Gillian, 21, District 3 & District 9 Stylist. The Capitol Kid.
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