GOLDEN.

Task 01. New Year’s Resolution (In July): $100

Task 02. The Reaping: N/A

Task 03. In A Galaxy Far, Far Away: $100

Task 04. Skills: N/A

Task 05. A Moment Like This: $100

Task 06. What a Strange New Place: N/A

Task 07. Moral Alignment: $100

Task 08. Family Tree: $100

Task 09. Chariots: $100

Task 010 Part 1 Rule and Recap: N/A OR Part 2 ABC, Easy As 1, 2, 3: $100

Task 011. Training Prompts: 3 x $100 = $300

Task 012. Learn Skills: N/A

Task 013. Skills Presentation: N/A

Task 014. Julia Tribute Interview: $100

Big Sponsor Funds: N/A

117th Victor’s Ball Posts: 4 x $10 = $40 (+100 for Cruz’s outfit)

District Six’s Interview Outfits for the 118th Games

1: show another character some of their designs ( Hunter -- I know it’s a stretch, don’t @ me )

2: compare with another character about experiences growing up ( Proserpina!! )

Ever since he first bumped into him Capri and Neptune had been texting one another, and now it was the night of the interviews of for the moment both their jobs were done. Grabbing a bottle of one of the best champagnes the Capitol had to offer, and Capri’s favorite light blue speedo with his name etched onto it in gold, he wore a flimsy white tank top over his chest. Pouring two glasses of the drink, he laid on his side next to the pool, one leg was positioned so that his knee was sticking the air and his foot was on his ankle, one of his hands rested on the bottom of his chin. Now with his free hand he sent a text to Neptune. 

Pool. Me/You. See you in 5. No need to reply

Closing his phone he laid it onto the ground next to him and began the wait for the Stylist. He’d give him say thirty minutes just to be safe, and now Capri was either going to have all this work out, or he was just going to look stupid and have to drink a bottle of champagne by himself next to a pool.  

@neptuncs

His phone buzzing on the table next to him made him jump. He wasn’t expecting anyone to be texting him, people rarely did, so the noise made him peek around from the book that he was reading to look at his phone. The pool? That was one place in the tribute tower that he didn’t know where it was, so it took him a moment to figure out where he was going exactly. Not bothering to change out of the clothes he was wearing as he didn’t know exactly what the other’s plans were, as soon as he was pointed in the right direction, he was off, tentatively opening the door and looking around until his eyes stumbled on Capri. “Hey, sorry, I didn’t exactly know where I was going.”

Electra was still staring without realising it, lost in her own thoughts until she noticed the small smile and the nod before she jolted, realising what she had been doing with a slight amount of embarrassment. She dropped her gaze without returning the gesture, clearing her throat a little and dropping her eyes to the table before her before she immediately looked back up again. “Uh, sorry–” she managed finally, “I wasn’t … I didn’t mean to stare.” she admitted, shaking her head. “Lost in my own thoughts.”

The woman’s reaction made him raise an eyebrow. Did she think she had scared him or intimidated him or weirded him out in some way? She hadn’t, but from the reaction she gave, it seemed like she thought she had. “It’s okay,” he said, friendly and charming smile plastered on his face. “I get it. I’m Neptune, by the way, Neptune Vale.”

“When I was six,” she recalled fondly. “Daddy took me with him for one of his suit fittings, and I was just… enchanted.” She smiled. It was a day she could only remember in patches, since it had occurred so long ago, but she could still recall how she’d felt most vividly of all. “I had a lot of questions. I think the poor stylist must have thought me a complete nuisance. But I was able to convince Daddy to get me some fabric and thread after that, and I used my cousin’s schoolbooks to doodle designs until I was given a sketchbook of my own.” Partly to be petty. She’d always enjoyed annoying her cousin. “What about you?” she asked, looking at Neptune curiously. “When did you start?”

Neptune leaned his chin on his hand, listening to her talk about her life. It seemed glamorous, having the opportunity to spend time with your parents, having connections like that from such a young age. It was something that Neptune distinctly lacked in his life. “I started at six as well, actually,” he said, chuckling a bit. “I remember watching the games and just getting inspired by it all; the glamour and the fashion, I wanted so desperately to be a part of it. So, here I am, a part of it. It’s more than I ever imagined.”

Smiling, he blushed a little. “Well do I have to consider it if it’s true?” Lifting an eyebrow, “Hey! If you enjoy the work no matter how much it, then it’s good work! I mean it’s not work if you love doing it right?” Sitting up a little more. “Really? You’ll actually make me something when the games end? That’s awesome!” Jumping up off of the bench, Capri hugged the Stylist. “I look good in every color by the way so it doesn’t matter what it is.”

“That is definitely true, it’s hard to consider this an actual job. It’s more like I’m doing what I love and happen to be getting paid for it, best of both worlds as far as I’m concerned.” Seeing Capri’s posture change made him chuckle. “Of course,” he began, before Capri’s hands were thrown around him. His body instinctively tensed up, taking a moment before eventually relaxing once more. He put one hand on Capri’s shoulder. “Noted, I look forward to making you my personal model.”

Proserpina smiled proudly. “I know,” she agreed, “it’s kind of amazing.” She saw no reason to be modest. She wouldn’t have been offered her position in the Tower if she didn’t have any talent. “To be fair, though, I’ve been doing this for years. Just not professionally. I used to practice on… basically anybody who would stay still long enough. Still do, sometimes.”

Neptune chuckled to himself as she agreed with him. It was a Capitol trait to not value modesty, and something he’d noticed in many natives he had met over the years, something that still managed to take him by surprise when he witnessed it in others. “When did you first start designing?” he asked, lightly tapping the glue gun to see if it was hot enough yet.

‘‘Last year was not our best year,’‘ he reminded him with a smirk, though he didn’t want to dig up graves. ‘‘I lied. The dresses must look pretty. I can’t really tell, because they’re not my type of clothing, but you’ve probably done good. Don’t mind me.’‘

“For not being your best year, it was still a sight to behold,” he stated matter-of-factly. The momentary seriousness in Hunter’s words took him aback for a moment. “Um,” he said, slightly flustered and momentarily unsure of what to say. “Thank you, maybe one day other people will think the same way.”

“He’s four,” Glitter told him.  “My youngest.” He was the one she was the most protective over.  Having been born deaf, Glitter was constantly worried about him, knowing it was sometimes a struggle for him to communicate with people beyond his social circle, since he couldn’t yet read.

Neptune smiled. The idea of having a family was one that he had always held close to his heart, as it was something he was denied growing up. “How many children do you have?” he asked, clearly interested in the conversation.

The Vale Family Tree

Yaakov Vale (Ben Stiller)  – died at age 40, convicted rebel, dad

Ariella Vale nee Mendelson (Idina Menzel)  – died at age 37, convicted rebel, mom

Antonia Weber (Amy Poehler)  – 47, head of the Arnett Orphanage, kind, giving, always puts other before herself, loves children and dogs and making people smile

Talia Vale (Dianna Agron)  – 29, older sister that Neptune does not know exists

Elan Vale (Ezra Miller)  – 25, older brother that Neptune does not know exists

She stood and went to sit on the desk while the glue guns warmed up. “Sooooo…” she drew out, swinging her legs slightly. “How long have you been doing this? You seem to know your way around.” She touched one of the glue-guns experimentally, and resolved that they needed more time. This was her least favourite part about using them; she never had been patient. “This is my first year. I’m all shiny and new and fresh out of college.”

Neptune stood behind the desk, leaning on his forearms on the table. “I’ve been around here for five years,” he said, letting his eyes roam around her section of the bay for a moment. “Your first year? I would’ve guessed you’ve been working here for ages, you’re practically a pro already. This outfit looks incredible so far.”

“Clueless children have won before. If the arena is a kindergarten, they’ll go far. It all depends on luck, ultimately. Don’t count yourself out because of that,” he smiled softly, a moment away from turning back into his normal competitive self. “Count yourself out because Eight is still in the game.” Surely, it was empty arrogance this year around, but it never hurt.

“You know far more about the process than I do, I’m just here to try my best to help them make an impression, so if you say they have a chance, then I’ll take your word for it.” He returned the seemingly out of character smile, before laughing at the man’s latter comment. “I won’t count them out, not after last year’s performance, I promise you that.”