victorbychance: (Don't leave my sight)
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victorbychance: (The boy with the bread)

How am I playing Peeta?  Gimme all your concrit.  All comments are screened and anon should be enabled.
victorbychance: For Luceti (Winged.)
[Action locked to Katniss:]

[Katie must have been interrupted, even if Peeta wasn't.

The first thing he notices is the headache. It pierces from his eyes to the back of his head, and he winces. After a second, he stirs and groans.]

[Voice, a while later:]

Hi. Sorry I've been out for a while. Did someone keep the bakery open?
victorbychance: For Luceti (Winged.)
[A new sign has gone up at the bakery.

The wood of the bakery’s new sign is slightly stained with leftover coffee, giving it a lovely rich brown color. With the shellac finish, it will be practically weatherproof. Such a luxury would have been expensive beyond belief back in District 12, even for a baker’s family.

The sign could be considered quaint, but falls short of being trite. The border is done with a fine brush in grass greens; a winding vine with yellow flowers. At the bottom, a pile of bread loaves. One is the sort of loaf 12 was famous for back home, a sort of drop biscuit. Another is the seeded loaf of District 11. Accompanying them are two cheese buns, as well as an assortment of cakes, cookies, and tarts, all of which are actually offered inside the bakery. It has a provincial look to it, natural and fresh, as if even on a rainy day one could find the sun and hot bread inside this building.

The word "BAKERY" is in the palest of blues, with a slightly darker blue shading the letters. He stands on a ladder to hang it up in front of the building, a look of intense concentration on his face.

Later, he puts a message out over the journals.]

Thanks to everyone who helped at the bakery while the Kin'corans were here. Actually, I could still use help now that they're gone. There are about three hundred people in the village, and lots of them like fresh bread. If you want work but don't have any experience, I don't mind teaching. I mean, even I started out washing dishes.

So who's up for it?
victorbychance: (Poised to spring)
[Someone's journal is on. Two voices come across it.

OOC: In true "red oni, blue oni" fashion, Clove's dialogue is in red and Peeta's is in blue.]

So. A mountain. [She's not sure whether she's still angry, is impressed, or is just annoyed now. Probably a little of all three.] Y'know. Have to admit. Gamemakers couldn't do this. [Okay. Not the best time for a joke (or some weird attempt at it) or the subject for it.] So. A mountain.

[A deadpan voice answers.] A what now?

Ha. ha. Very funny, Lover Boy.

I'm just saying I noticed the mountain.

Would punching you be a violation of the truce? I really think it wouldn't.

You realize I have a prosthetic leg, right? It's going to be difficult enough getting down the mountain if I'm not concussed.

And you realise I could decide, at any moment, that I can move faster without you and go by myself, right? [Except that, if she was going to do it, she'd have done it before now.] Just sayin'.

That would be a violation of the truce. [But he sounds uncertain.]

A passive violation. Not my fault if you can't keep up. [... ...] Go up. Over the rock. Around it's uneasy. [Not that she almost slipped on that path there or anything. Or that she cares whether he falls.]


[OOC: This is a joint post with [personal profile] shenevermisses. Please specify in the subject header if you'd prefer to be answered by only one character. Otherwise, you'll get both.

For the sake of the player plot, any characters who are able to conveniently fly these two out of danger and hardship may wish to come up with an excuse as to why they cannot do so, or "accidentally" leave their journal closed. Thank you.]

victorbychance: (Chillin'...not exactly like a villain)
[Katniss needed a distraction, with the upcoming draft. Since the day is fair, Peeta treks with her to the item shop and stocks up on all the sidewalk chalk he can find. Then, they head to the town square.

Anyone strolling by will see the two of them hard at work. It takes the entire afternoon and most of the evening to turn the cobblestones surrounding the fountain into this. Even then, colors of chalk they're not using are left around the perimeter, for others to use to expand the art, blend it into Peeta's work, or just doodle.

Village morale is awful right now. A little public art might help.

OOC: This is a joint post between Katniss [personal profile] stillplaying and Peeta [personal profile] victorbychance. Please specify in the subject line which you would like to tag you, or if you would like both to tag.]

victorbychance: (More than a piece in their Games)
[Peeta officially has his own bakery. Which is pretty interesting, and he takes it all in stride. It's not really his bakery, after all--it's Luceti's bakery, and he's just making sure it doesn't die. In the meantime, all kinds of new and delicious things are appearing at the bakery--specialized breads, goat cheese and apple tarts, cookies and cakes with delicate frosting decor, an interesting pastry with a bittersweet chocolate and raspberry filling, cheesecakes in the shapes of flowers, things like that. There's also an abundance of cheese buns. Don't ask why.

Today he stops by the item shop, looking for things to have around the house, and ends up picking up a gift for Rue while he's at it. Later, he sits at home and speaks into the journal.]

Where I grew up, you didn’t really choose for yourself what you wanted to be. You usually did what your family did, or you went and worked in the coal mines. I guess it was safer that way. Everyone was so focused on having enough and providing for their families that there wasn’t really much time to branch out. You did what you had to do.

One day, I was watching this program on television. It was this interview with a young girl, at the Capitol. A lot of the usual stuff, like what it’s like for a girl from one of the Districts to visit the Capitol, but one question made both her and me go quiet. He asked her what she wanted to do when she grew up. I’ve never seen a twelve-year-old’s eyes go that wide.

I think I was about seven when I saw that, and I never forgot it. I used to wonder, if I could choose to do anything, anything I wanted, what would I choose? No limitations. Anything I wanted. And I knew almost right away, every time I asked myself, that I wanted to make beautiful things. Thing is, beautiful things don’t really sell when most of your District is poor. Most people like that don’t buy anything they don’t need. Then one day I realized, everyone needs food, don’t they? My father’s a baker. So I started decorating cakes. I got pretty good at it, too. At first I thought I might be wasting my time, but then the cakes I decorated started really selling. Mostly for special occasions.

But here, it’s different. Here, there’s no money. There’s no reason to do anything except because we want to. I could paint pictures all day here and no one would mind. Thing is, I don’t think I could if I tried. People here need things, too, things the Malnosso can’t provide. Like cake decorators. You think you don’t need one, and next thing you know, your girlfriend proposes. Or maybe you’re having a baby, or someone’s having a birthday. Maybe those robots are unbeatable, but put one in an apron and give him a spoonful of icing and he’s clueless. Besides, I’d rather be doing someone some good. Everyone should be able to smile sometimes, even prisoners.

So you. You could be anything here. What do you want to do when you grow up?

[A long pause before this last is written.]

By the way, I think I scared some people when I first showed up. I'm sorry about that. I promise I'm an okay guy.
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