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Post by Fox. on Jun 28, 2012 8:38:07 GMT -5
Raphael stood with a firm look in his eyes as he adjusted his tie. The first interview before the Victory Tour began and the first to be seen live all over Panem was about to begin. Why he had volunteered to be interviewed with the boy who overthrew his father's arena and now his, he didn't know. He was beginning to think he was giving the boy to much of a win win situation. However, he was doing what he was told for the sake of his title. Being the Head Game Maker was one of few things his family had kept once his father had died, and he intended on keeping it.
Cory had said to make the Games interesting. He had also said to let a Victor win twice. His reasoning for the second part was unknown to Raphael, but he didn't mind. Raphael complied with Cory's wishes so he would keep his job later on. He knew Cory was a shoe win for the next President if that damned age restriction was taken off the ballot rules.
Tonight Raphael would also be announcing his support for Cory as the next President as well. He knew it was a bit early to do so, but he knew that it would also get the stir talking about Cory and the age restriction. Talk would be the first step to get the idea in the people's minds of having the proper man as President. Who else better fit the bill than the President's own attendant and adviser anyway. Raphael nodded to himself, debating the point for a bit in his mind.
His eyes drifted over his shoulder to see his stylist standing there silently as if waiting to be dismissed. He flashed a bright smile and nodded his head before speaking politely,"You may go. Thank you for this wonderful outfit." The stylist couldn't hide their smile as they hurried out of the dressing room.
Raphael chuckled a bit to himself. He liked all the attention he received from his job. He felt rather popular for it. Slowly, his eyes drifted back to the lighted mirror in front of him to look at himself. His gaze was between admiring himself and wondering if he would soon be losing half his life if he was fired.
Shaking his head, he moved to his seat beside the door to await the cue to be called onto the stage with Casper Flickerman. He'd be first to go onto the stage since that was the idea of keeping the flame lit for Hayden. Though he had no doubts Casper could keep that up herself.
A small smile spread across his lips as he thought about the performance that was about to go on. His new stylist had dressed him in a ocean blue tuxedo with the actual arena island splashed across the back. The ocean waves looked as if they almost swam over his shoulders and down his arms; It was as realistic as he could get to his Games and still be formal in his mind. His black shoes contrasted a bit sharply to the outfit, but his white dove button on his collar blended in well with the white foam of the ocean on his jacket.
Raphael lifted his head as he heard a soft chime go off. That was the cue to be in the back wings of the stage to come in on whatever entrance Casper did for him. He rose from his spot and exited the room with his award winner smile spreading across his lips. He greeted the workers with nods and soft whispered hellos as he made his way to the stage wings.
The lights were on and the curtains were about to be drawn to introduce the host Casper Flickerman. The stage was decorated in darker tones this year to look like the forest that had surrounded the Cornucopia. The forest even had the look of the wolf mutts tracking through the undergrowth. The whole stage simply made Raphael grin as he awaited the introductions. ------ WC: 693 |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2012 13:57:03 GMT -5
C [/color][/font] A [/color][/font] S [/color][/font] P [/color][/font] E [/color][/font] R [/color][/font] + [/color][/font] F [/color][/font] L [/color][/font] I [/color][/font] C [/color][/font] K [/color][/font] E [/color][/font] R [/color][/font] M [/color][/font] A [/color][/font] N [/color][/font][/center][/b] Casper sat behind the stage, watching closely as her sytlist dabbed the colors upon her perfect face. "Oh thank you deary but could you please hurry? I have to go on in ten minutes to meet the victor, Hayden Sparrow and the wonderful head game maker, Raph," Casper watched as she nodded. She could feel the newly toned roughness as she stroked the brush upon her face. All little blemishes were magically gone when the stylist was finished with her. Casper got up and walked over to the mirror. Her eyes were lined with black eyeliner along with some mascara to emphasize her short stubby eyelashes and turn some long and lushious. Her eye shadow was a dark brown, dark like the woods around the corucopia that matched the stage she going to perform on. She smiled as she stared into the mirror, like always. The stylist had done her hair earlier into two loose pony tails with more of a messy look to them along with a braid that cut to about an inch off the straight hair. Also, a black clip was placed under each pony tail to keep them secure.
She only had one last thing to put on, her dress. Her stylist wouldn't show it to her until the show because it was one of a kind. It was special. She stood in front of the mirror with her robe on. She turns her head slightly, watching the stylist turn away into the clothing room. "Now, Take off your robe and close your eyes," The stylist speaks and Casper is done as she is told. The stylist woman slips the short dress over her and Casper opens her eyes. Her dress is short and puffy at the bottom as where the top has two thin straps that come together. Around the v-neck little sparkles come to the armpits so it won't bug her during the show. She smiles once again. "I love it! It looks absolutly wonderful," Casper loved the wonderful dresses she was allowd to put on for the shows, edspecially one of such importantance. Staring down at her dress the stylist brings out a high heel, not to high of corse. It's the same brown as the dress and the sole is fit to her archless foot. She kept looking into the mirror at her dress then to the stylist, over exaggerating her outfit and giving her a proper compliment. She needed it, that was for sure. She's always stuck behind the stage in the darkness. Casper was thinking about putting her in a show, just so the audience knew where her wonderful clothing came from.
Five minutes and it was time to perform. She was the host, a good one at that. Her looks and charm made the crowd overjoyed with excitement when she walked on the stage. Her good looks allowd the male views to stare all they wanted and the charm showed that women were just as powerful as men, maybe even better. Grabbing a water she would lightly sip it, sure not to get bloated. If something happened on a day like this she wouldn't know what to do with herself. She may even just give up her career as a hostess and live a lonely life with lots and lots of cats. Lots of cats indeed. She already had 4 cats and more would just add to her collection. If she messed up, it would be the same way. Honestly, she was a bit nerous and was rarely ever nervous when she walked on a stage. Never! It was 2 minutes till showtime and she would have to ask the questions rehearsed a couple days back. There were quite a few and many she could mess up on. It wasn't as serious as she thought it was but this was the world to her. She continued to take multiple sips, serectly watching Raph, the head gamemaker in his beautiful outfit. He must have been practicing his award winning smile when I passed because there it was. She wanted to tell him to show it off, make the crowd crazy over it but there was no time.
1 minute and she reported to the right side of the stage where her chair was on the left but it would give the male viewers more of a view. She smiled and waited. 30 seconds and she was on air. The butterflies were still there but they weren't as fully shown. 20 seconds. Posing, she was ready to walk across the stage and onto her dark leather sofa. It was usually red but the stage had been modified to fit the arena. 10 seconds. It was almost time and she had to be this charming and wonderful young woman who had to prove herself. She winked over to Raph and walked onto the stage. She flashed her own girly smile and the crowd went wild. Walking slowly she placed stood in front of the sofa. "Hello Everyone! Welcome to the Casper Flickerman show!" The crowd roared like a lion, only stopping when she streched out her hands and pulled them in a downward motion towards the floor. "Settle down. Settle down. I have some even greater news. Raphael Roy Rickson, the head game maker is going to be here today! Along with our two time victor, Hayden Sparrow!!" The crowd whistled and clapped as Casper sat on the sofa. "Now now. First off we need more of an applause for Raphael because he's coming in right now!" She watches the corner Raph stood in, waiting for him to walk over to the loveseat that stood right beside the sofa.
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Post by Vestlan on Jul 3, 2012 16:17:40 GMT -5
His hand fell over his face, he was in a dark part of the stage, hidden by the wall, but watching closely. He hated this part, hated it. People were going to cheer for what he did, for the atrocities he had commited, and he had to be proud of it. Had to be happy that he had slain so many to get where he was, happy that his dreams would never again be peaceful, that he'd always hear the screams of the others.
He sighed, pushing his hand back, over his face, and through his hair, he sighed again, taking a deep breath, another sigh. He didn't like this, didn't like it one bit, but it was time to stop being the cautious person he became at this point, and time to become the monster that the crowd demanded, the beast that the people thirsted for. He took another deep breath, and let out a violent exhale. After Raphael had sat down, he stepped one foot out, revealing only a shoe.
The crowd began to settle, waiting for him, he waited, waited. This was taking an eternity, was it really taking this long or was his adreniline setting a false timeline for him? He couldn't be sure, but either way, he wanted it to start. Then suddenly, he heard it "We Present to you, Two Time Tribute, Two Time... CHAMPION! Hayden, The Buthcer, Sparrow!" Hayden walked out, raising both his arms above his head.
The Crowd Roared, cheering, he had no idea what drove them, no idea if they loved his preformance, or if his cool collected personality got them. Was that it? Did the people enjoy the fact that he was fine about murdering people? If that was the case, he figured, they must be sicker than he imagined himself to be. He walked over slowly, sitting down in his designated seat, and nodding to Casper politely, a small smile on his face as he waited.
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Post by Fox. on Jul 4, 2012 0:56:04 GMT -5
Raphael simply grinned as Casper announced him and his Victor. He stepped out and took a brief moment to enjoy the crowd's excitement before making his way over to Casper's side. He smiled that same smile that pretty much won him his place as an entertainer as he took his seat and looked out over the crowd. In a small motion, he lifted his hand and waved to the Cameras and the Crowd to soak up the idea of him being there.
He took a moment to lay back with his fingers drifted over the end of the love seat's arm in a casual pose. His left leg came to rest over his other; just above his left ankle laying over the beginning of his thigh from his knee. In turn, his other than went to his fingers on the arm of the chair and laced themselves together. Raphael's hazel gaze drifted to Hayden as he entered the stage with an almost scrutinizing look in them.
During the whole process, his smile never faded from his lips. He turned his bright eyes over to Casper with a lightening look in them. "Thank you very much for having me here tonight Casper. I'm sure our Victor here is just excited as I am to be gracing your stage for another time." The words came out with a more than friendly sound to them. He only wished his best to this interview.
Raphael then turned his gaze out to the crowd again. He smiled as he wondered which each was thinking and who they were actually cheering for. In his previous interview with Casper over taking the Head Game Maker position, he knew they had been cheering for him and him alone. The idea of sharing his spot light with the one he could've easily killed in the Arena wasn't on the top of his agenda. It was rather irking to him.
The next thought to cross into his mind was unpleasant about the fact of the Presidency again. Even with the thought, his smile never faltered as he drew himself away from politics to gaze once again at Casper. There was no reason to doubt himself and his talents. If the President elected wasn't Cory, they would be taking a rather large loss on their entertainment scale. There was no way Cordelia could pull off the interviews and such as well as he always had. That itself made his smile even wider. He knew his job was more than safe with people like Casper around who enjoyed his Arenas and those in the crowd who did as well.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2012 23:07:41 GMT -5
C [/color][/font] A [/color][/font] S [/color][/font] P [/color][/font] E [/color][/font] R [/color][/font] + [/color][/font] F [/color][/font] L [/color][/font] I [/color][/font] C [/color][/font] K [/color][/font] E [/color][/font] R [/color][/font] M [/color][/font] A [/color][/font] N [/color][/font][/center][/b] Hayden walked onto the stage with Mr.Rickson. I give him a welcoming smile as Raph speaks "Thank you very much for having me here tonight Casper. I'm sure our Victor here is just excited as I am to be gracing your stage for another time." I give him another big smile. "Oh Mr.Rickson. It's just the opposite. It's a complete honor to have both of you set foot on my stage. Anyways, I have a few questions for you and Mr.Sparrow. Just answer them the best you can," My voice is safe and inviting, almost calming even. The crowd stares at Raph as I speak, giving them a time to roar and pounce like tigers. "Now, Mr.Rickson, Are their any hints you can give on the arena for the 27th Annual Hunger Games?" I am sure to sound more excited then usual, lifting my voice at the words '27th Annual Hunger Games'. I look to Raph, making sure to smile and make eye contact. It's just part of the business. To make the interviees feel greeted. I tilt my head in a sexy manor to make sure Raph knows im listening along with almost the whole Capitol. There has to be at least 200 people in the crowd. I hope he knows that because if he screws up, I screw up. I doubt anything will go wrong but bad things can happen, they just can. I listen closer then usual, more feeling yet at the same time im nervous. He doesn't look nervous but of course, they do these amazing things. And Hayden, oh Hayden. He looks unamused in some ways. He's the victor though, they ALWAYS looks like that. I am sure to pull my eyes back over to Raph who is still talking so I listen.
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