The Entertainment Returns [Reece | Open]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top] [style=background: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxcjfs0y9c1qf15gco1_500.jpg); width: 100px; height: 373px; border-radius: 5px; margin: 2px;] 515 Words Tags: Lily. [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top] [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5px; text-align: justify; margin: 0 20 15 20; color: #eeeeee; background: url(http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/9c/9e/b3/desert-exploration-where.jpg); padding: 5px; height: 400px; overflow: auto;][style=font-family: impact; font-size: 26px; color: #1d1d1d; letter-spacing: -1px;]RAPHAEL ROY RISCKSON II THE TRIPLE R GAMEMAKER [STYLE=letter-spacing: 1px; transform: uppercase;]"IT'S ALL ABOUT THE ENTERTAINMENT." [/style][STYLE=[style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; color: #FFFFFF;text-align:justify;line-height: 98%; padding: 5px 10px;background-color: rgba(54, 54, 54, .6); width: 215px;] Rapheal groaned softly and groggily as he sat up in his bed. This was not his favorite thing to do every morning without Lily to do most of this for him. He yawned again, rubbing his eyes and getting up slowly. Moving to his closest, he took out a black suit with a navy dress shirt and a white vest to go with it all. After choosing his clothes, he went through his new routine of dressing, redoing his hair since he couldn't get it right the first time, attempting to tie his bow-tie then leaving it undone and hanging around his neck, then applying his white dove pin crookedly onto his collar. He'd sigh and then move on out of his room and down to the kitchen where Jared would normally be waiting for him to eat dinner. As usual, Jared was waiting and two of the avoxes were cooking as Rapheal made his way into the kitchen to sit at the breakfast bar. "I don't like hospitals." He commented as he took his normal seat beside his co-worker. He breathed deeply and let it out slowly before he looked towards the avoxes. "Double whatever your cooking." He said to the avoxes, whom only nodded that they heard and continued to cook. This was the first time he had been down to eat breakfast with Jared since he had been at the hospital for almost a week. He was catching up on his sleep so he didn't look like the walking dead anymore, but there was still stress and exahuastion written on his face. There was so much he had missed due to his rescuing of Lily and he wondered how much work had actually gotten done since Cordellia had been missing and it only left Jared as a main GameMaker and then the rest of the assistants. He did not want to go up the stairs and see his office either after he had thought about it since he had left it in a mess. Raphael turned his attention back to Jared. "So, what all do we need to get done now?" He asked after a moment as a cup of coffee was placed in front of both of them. He looked down at the coffee a moment, knowing that it was going to taste horrible compared to the blend Lily always made him. After two weeks of not having Lily, one would think that Raphael had gotten used to having to fix his coffee from whatever the avoxes managed to screw up. He shook his head and poured in a bit of cream in it before beginning to drink it. Grendel then decided to make his usual appearence for his own food and water as the two GameMakers conversed. He came around, tail wagging, laying his head on Jared's lap, wanting to be petted before he went to eat his food. Grendel was in a rather good mood since Lily's dog had been staying with them. Lily's dog came 'waddling' in with a rather enlarged belly. She must have been pregnant is what Raphael assumed when he saw her. notes ... Relieved but tired Raph[/style][/style][/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; border-radius: 50px 0px 50px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 50px; background-image:url(http://oi50.tinypic.com/20hpr9d.jpg) ] Jared Iron [/style][style=width: 300px; height: 225px; padding: 10px; overflow: auto; text-align: center; font-family: times; font-size: 10px; border-radius: 50px 50px 50px 50px; Opacity: .60; background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; float: right; ]Jared sat waiting. As he usually did. As he was expected to. He sat there and looked across the room as he saw a rather groggy Raph walking towards his table. "The infamous Triple R gamemaker yet lives!" Jared expressed his happiness at the sight of his boss as he stood and shook Raph's hand before sitting back down, awaiting what would be the first breakfast he'd had in the company of Raphael Roy Rickson the second in the past month. Jared awaited his food with anxiety in his eyes, after having ordered a mass of meat splattered across his plate. He felt like a predator, so he may as well eat like a predator. "I hope you like meat, meat and.. mmm, more meat." Jared saw his plate doubled as the two plates came to their table. Jared had been eating here a lot recently and had figured out the tastes for most of the meals but nonetheless still enjoyed the juices of sausages wrapped in bacon with a drizzle of sauce upon it. "Well.. we're two days in. I'd say i've covered most of the angles. Except for the mutt control.." Jared wasn't allowed mutt control without Raph's permission. So naturally, he couldn't do anything with them and so had to wait. Of course, now that Raph was back it would probably be allowed properly. Jared gently petted Raph's little dog, the one that seemed to like him. For whatever reasons, Jared did not know, but he did know that the dog was probably getting more action than he had had in a while, funnily enough. "How's your assistant holding up?" After finding Cordelia and Lily, a lot of Raph's time became consumed, Jared knew and understood that. It was like a man he knew who fell in love with his assistant once. Of course it was understandable, Lily meant a lot to Raph. And besides, without her who would he dump all of his work on? Ok, that was probably a harsh thought. While it was true, Raph was coping on his own.. sorta. He looked a tad bit scruffy but nonetheless kept himself together. As Jared took a second bite from his breakfast, he felt himself begin to empathise with raph. It was one thing being a head gamemaker and another to be accused of such a scandal as an affair with your assistant. After all, how could he be accused of cheating on a mrs that didn't exist? It was ridiculous! Jared shrugged off the thought as he continued to eat, looking at Raph before speaking once more. "I heard about the massacre at 28 Olympus street. What's the plan for the survivors?" Jared knew them. Every last one of them. Hell, he used to work with them in fact. Capitolites against the games, all planning to strike at the capitol once their spy was in place. Once Jared had made the call, they may have struck down hard on the capitol. Maybe even gone as far as assasinated the president. But Jared had made a different call. One which had caused the massacre of innocent protestors hiding away, all in one place, all praying that one day they would be part of this bigger plan of Jared's. Now most of them rest without peace, ashes amidst the grounds of Olympus street and forever gone with the wind. There had been survivors, ones that may be interrogated. But Jared couldn't let that happen. He knew he needed to convince Raph to have them avoxed as soon as possible, or else risk being caught. His plans were still necessary in case he ever decided to fulfill them and to be caught out now was not beneficial. Tagged: • Words: • Clothes: Health: • Hunger: Damage Done: • Attack:

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top] [style=background: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxcjfs0y9c1qf15gco1_500.jpg); width: 100px; height: 373px; border-radius: 5px; margin: 2px;] 354 Words Tags: Jared. [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top] [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5px; text-align: justify; margin: 0 20 15 20; color: #eeeeee; background: url(http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/9c/9e/b3/desert-exploration-where.jpg); padding: 5px; height: 400px; overflow: auto;][style=font-family: impact; font-size: 26px; color: #1d1d1d; letter-spacing: -1px;]RAPHAEL ROY RISCKSON IITHE TRIPLE R GAMEMAKER[STYLE=letter-spacing: 1px; transform: uppercase;]"IT'S ALL ABOUT THE ENTERTAINMENT." [/style][STYLE=[style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; color: #FFFFFF;text-align:justify;line-height: 98%; padding: 5px 10px;background-color: rgba(54, 54, 54, .6); width: 215px;] "Infamous heh Jared? Says the Iron Man who hasn't had more girls than me drool over him." Raphael smirked with his comment since he knew it was true. Yes, it was a low blow, but the 'infamous' Game Maker wasn't going to play fair right now. He nodded as he saw the plates be served to them. "Looks good." He picked up his fork and began to eat, taking a drink now and again as he listened to Jared's report. "Sounds to easy. This is going to be a bad Games. Some twist is what we need Jared. Something the crowd knows... Maybe we should check the apartment cameras to see if there's anything good on them." Raphael commented, shaking his head as he thought. His eyes fell to his coffee as he brought the modified liquid to his lips to take another drink. "Mmm... What about shifting something? He offered as an idea. His eyes drifted to Grendel, whom wagged his tail and gave a soft bark. The larger male dog then led the little female off to the side to where they ate. Raphael shook his head as he saw them and turned his attention back to Jared. "She's doing well enough. Doctors say she'll be out in a few days and ready to come back to work so I can actually look proper." He chuckled a bit as he realized how horrible he must look without Lily's help. His eyes drifted down and looked at his matching, but badly looking, attire. He shook his head and then tilted his head a little bit as Jared mentioned the massacre. "You mean the bunch of traitors? I'd like to throw them into a hole rather than have them even Avoxed." He shook his head and sat his cup down and his fork. "Coriolanus says they'll be talking within the next few hours, or so, that was the last I had heard." Raphael said with a shrug. He didn't care what honestly happened to the protesters. It wasn't his doing that got them into their trouble; he just wanted to keep his job and entertain the Capitolites. [div style="border-top: 1px #492704 solid; text-align: center; margin: 0 10 0 10; color: [br"] #efefef; ]notes

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top] [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5px; text-align: justify; margin: 0 20 15 20; color: #eeeeee; background: url(http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/9c/9e/b3/desert-exploration-where.jpg); padding: 5px; height: 400px; overflow: auto;][style=font-family: impact; font-size: 26px; color: #1d1d1d; letter-spacing: -1px;]RAPHAEL ROY RISCKSON IITHE TRIPLE R GAMEMAKER[STYLE=letter-spacing: 1px; transform: uppercase;]"IT'S ALL ABOUT THE ENTERTAINMENT." [/style][STYLE=[style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 12px; color: #FFFFFF;text-align:justify;line-height: 98%; padding: 5px 10px;background-color: rgba(54, 54, 54, .6); width: 215px;] Raphael looked at Jared with a confused expression. "Executed? Since when are you for the capitol punishment Jared?" He knew there was something up between Jared and killing, perhaps death in general. This sudden burst of wanting someone executed seemed a bit out of character in Raphael's mind. He shook his head and continued eating as he thought. "Perhaps, but it's even more simple to weed them out by knowing they're friends are being tortured into talking." He pointed his fork at Jared for a moment before shaking his head and continuing, "The idea of you wanting death to anyone but me is against your nature Jared." Raphael knew Jared was his friend, on a humane level, but what Raphael had considered Entertainment, and Jared's job, was one of the worst Taboos in Jared's mind. He was to much of a soft hearted man in Raphael's eyes, and Raphael was sure he knew that. He shook his head again and took another bite of his food. As he listened to the rest of Jared's argument, he nodded now and again. "That I will agree one. However, I think we need something deeper to keep this from an uprising. Perhaps something to the Districts themselves as well..." His hazel eyes faded a bit in color as he began to scheme again. It was apparent he had lost the actual interest in preventing an uprising as his mind wandered back to entertaining the people he knew needed to be. They were the key to him keeping his job and for him to keep the power he was sitting in. There was no way he was going to give that up because he thoroughly enjoyed casting his entertainment arenas to each of the Districts and capitolites. "I'll take a look at the cameras with you." Raphael answered as he watched the two dogs for a moment. His eyes drifted back to Jared again as Jared asked for a refill. A slight smile crossed his lips, but he didn't say anything about Jared's politeness. It was one of the many things that actually didn't bother Raphael even though he was the power holder in his little realm. Mannerisms were always going to be respected. [div style="border-top: 1px #492704 solid; text-align: center; margin: 0 10 0 10; color: [br"] #efefef; ]notes

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