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Spark Nix

District 3 Male

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a character in “The Forgotten Games”, as played by allimagination

Description

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Age: 16

Personality

Spark is fairly well known in his area. He's kind and generally a happy person but he can be very serious and is advanced, even for someone in District 3. He's sometimes given a hard time for his name but he generally just makes jokes about it. He's very inquisitive and can also be very stubborn once he's set on something. He very rarely speaks his mind but has a tendency to jump to and from subjects fast within his own head. He's well-built and is fairly close to a Career mostly due to personal choice and his deal with Winery.

Equipment

Some handmade weapons, knifes, guns, explosives, can use a bow and arrow but isn't great.
He also generally has a sketch pad, but obviously won't in the arena.

History

Spark has always adored his father and had a very good relationship with him, however his father dealt with some of the more dangerous equipment and Spark often got told off for getting close to the equipment. His father was well liked by most everyone and was a friendly person. The scars on Spark's face are from a prototype his father had been working on for a long time, that he started investigating one day. Spark's father was killed in an explosion when Spark was 12, and he was quick to take his father's place in making the toys for Reaping day. Spark and Winery have been friends for ages, even though Winery is a year older. They started their deal in secret the year of Spark's first Reaping, since then their families have become aware of the deal. Spark is devoted to Lilly, insisting she receive a normal name, and would do almost anything to protect her. Spark is able to get outside sometimes and sells or trades his gadgets sometimes but he still needed to sign up for tesserae.

So begins...

Spark Nix's Story

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The sun rose behind Spark's back as he fiddled with the small collection of toys on his desk. He'd finished the actual job hours ago and now was simply finishing off one of his personal products. The toys were for the 11 year olds, those who were just joining the Reaping. He very capable for his age and often made a number of things he probably shouldn't with scraps and spare parts he'd collected. The sun glinted of the metal on his desk and he looked up slightly shocked. Reaping day already. Sighing he pulled his glove off and put his tool back in his belt. The glove was supposed to be a weapon-as he could sometimes got small animals inside, or convince others to temporarily turn off the gates in return for meet-but it still had glitches and he knew better than to try it out in the field in its current position.
Grabbing his bag he slipped out the door and began moving through the district. He knew all the short cuts but the deal was that different sections got handed a bag and the individual gadgets were given out by a selected person. It was hard to find someone to do it though, because they generally had to work around their job at the factory but Spark was more than happy to. Especially this year.
"Thank you, Spark," One of the women muttered, her son was starting today, "Wish Lil' the best from me."
"Will do," Spark replied. Lilly was his little sister, starting the Reaping today. Job done Spark headed to Winery's house, intent on redoing their annual deal. Winery was one of his oldest friends, and she had a little brother who was 13 this year. The deal was he'd volunteer for her brother, so long as she volunteered for Lilly. Winery opened the door as soon as he knocked, giving him a sympathetic smile.
"Hey Weirdo."
"Hey Winey."
The usual words of concern and forced smiles. Then he was off and running, home to change for the Reaping and give Lil' her present. This was going to be the hardest year yet.

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Spark changed into clean clothes, after removing all the grease from his hands, and looked up at Lilly's voice. He laughed gently when she trudged into the room with her arm caught in an awkward position and her dress very crooked.
"I don't think that's how you wear those," He told her gently, kneeling before her to straighten the dress, "Where's mother?"
"She's getting into her dress, hers is really beautiful," Lilly replied, holding out her hands, "I get a toy this year right?" With her light blue dress in place the toy had become the forefront of importance. Spark laughed again, reaching into the pouch on his belt. He always had a belt, even at the Reaping, it felt comforting. The pouch contained lots of bits and pieces, including his own Reaping toy, made by his father.
“Yes you do,” He said, holding forward a small figurine in his palm. Lilly gasped, recognising it immediately. http://www.kidnemo.fm/cgm/ecommerce/kid ... 1329357178
“It’s my dream defender!” she said loudly. The dream defender was something Spark’s father had taught him when he was younger, the idea was that you engineer something that you believed could keep your nightmares away, and therefore stopped you from being scared. He’d taught it to Lilly a few years ago and for a while she was doing heaps of scetches of what she wanted it to look like.
“What’s his specialty?” She gasped excitedly.
“You know Spark can’t tell you that, everyone has to figure it out on their own,” Their mother wandered into the room in an emerald green dress, “Come along, you two we don’t want to be late.”
They hurried to the square, listening as all those new to the Reaping whispered about their gifts and began betting on who would work out the secret first.
“Hello, everybody,” Called the annoyingly flamboyant man who represented District 3, “Another great year for the Hunger games. Still no reason for the end of the Qauter Qwell to mean an end to the fun! Let’s do boys first this year.”
The crowd mumbled, irritated, no one liked the Quarter Qwell and bringing it up seemed horrible. Silence fell again as he reached his hand into the large ball of names.
“Alphonse Fletcher.”
Winery, a few steps away from Spark let out a pained sound as she watched her brother make his way up the stairs. Like many of the people, even though he was no longer eligible, he was clutching his Reaping gift tightly. Spark took a deep breathe, this was it, he was going to go to the Capitol. His hand wrapped around his own Reaping gift, one of the last his father made.
“Well then, are there any volunteers?” The man’s voice rang out in the silence of the district. Many people knew about the deal between Spark and Winery, therefore they knew they were probably going to lose their gift maker.
“I volunteer,” His voice was amazingly calm all things considered and the crowd parted easily to allow him to move up to the stage. Alphonse hugged him before running down to Winery. “Spark Nix.” He said, already knowing they’d need his name. He didn’t acknowledge much else, accept relief that neither Winery nor Lilly were called upon. His mind was a total blank, even as he shook the girls hand. Before he knew it they were being shepherded inside and left alone for the goodbyes.
His mother and sister came first, bringing his sketchpad, much to his delight. They discussed plans for them while he was away. Winery would help them with anything they needed, but they were both pretty capable. Lilly gave him a really tight hug before they were escorted out. Winery and Alphonse came next, both looking grave and slightly guilty.
“No,” Spark said, before either of them could speak, “We agreed to this and I’m going to stick to it. Don’t feel bad. And hey, maybe I can win this, I am pretty smart you know. Beat you with my gift.” He wangled his finger at Winery who laughed slightly, but had to swallow when it almost turned into a sob. They hugged then they were gone. Some other people came in, wished him luck, said farewell, his family was well known. Then before he knew it he was on the train heading to the Capitol.

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Diana smiled back at Nicholas, until she noticed the clock on the other side of the wall.
"Well, maybe after the dinner," She said turning to look at the door to her room with slight horror, "We wouldn't want to miss that now would we? I can't believe I have to wear their clothes." She grumbled the last part under her breathe, heading towards the door already. She was careful to shut the door behind her, and was immediately grateful, as when she open the cupboard her jaw nearly hit the floor. Why did they have so many clothes? Why had they given her so many clothes? Why were they basically all dresses?
For a moment she just stared grumpily at the rows of dresses before pulling herself together. If she was going to get back to Jace she needed to look good. Thankfully the dresses were easy to move through. She pushed through a number of brightly coloured dresses that hurt her eyes if she looked at them too long and pulled out a few different ones. They ranged from green to blue. The first thing she did was remove all the revealing ones, severely lessening her choice. Eventually she chose an emeral green one with a simple design that was light and flowed over her legs. She pulled a pair of shorts on as well, simply because it made her more comfortable. She organised her hair so that it was out of her face but still pretty loose and showy. She didn't go anywhere near the makeup, she'd never liked the stuff.
Organised she left her room and decided to wait for Nicholas. She still needed to get used to her dress anyway, and her shoes which she actually quite liked. They were a nice shade of brown, with a little bit of heel and did up with ribbons tied up her legs. She liked them, but they were still odd because she was used to much more stable shoes.
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Spark was dresses in a Capitol tux. He didn't like it, it was stiff and uncomfortable. He added his belt though, he wasn't sure what would be made of that but he wasn't about to leave it behind. Besides that, his Reaping toy was still in the pouch attached to it and that in itself was comforting. He'd still seen nothing of the female tribute, whoever she was-he probably should have paid more attention-so he headed off without her. The cameras were on him almost immediately and, amazingly, he got through it pretty calmly. They were fairly basic questions. He imagined it'd be worse at the actual interview, that's when they'd ask him the personal questions, that's the one he had to be ready for. One of the people commented on his belt, and, lost in the questions as he was, he answered with an easy smile.
"A reminder of why I need to get home. I have to give the tools back sometime right?" He got a few laughs from the camera crew before they moved on. It was a good thing they did, he was fighting the urge to start pulling the cameras apart like he had a number of other things back in his compartment. He sat himself in one of the closest seats, without even thinking about the other two tributes in the room.

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Character Portrait: Amabelle Nightwood Character Portrait: Joseph Arkton Character Portrait: Bridget Grace Character Portrait: Ian Harding Character Portrait: Spark Nix Character Portrait: Gemstone Roseling
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"Not at all," replied Ian, "Isn't that the point of this half of the games? Oh, we should get ready for dinner. If you want to stand out better start now." He headed towards his room, turning to her just before he closed the door.
"I'm going to change, I don't mind if we go to dinner together or not, you can decide," He said before moving into his room. He wasn't one for words, he was only going to wear a simple outfit anyway. He had the right build to get away with the 'strong silent type', so he'd use that to his advantage.
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Gem finished of his outfit by pulling on a pair of gloves and tucking his rose into his shirt. At the very least he knew how to dress excellently, the light brown leather fit him perfectly, maybe he'd even get on with his stylist. He entered the District Dinner car without any hesitation, receiving the expected ambush of cameras and microphones. He smiled lightly, not appearing over excited. One final question, how did he feel about being able to visit the Capitol? Asked by a female reporter.
"Well," he replied, pulling another rose apparently from thin air, "If everyone there is as beautiful as you, I see no reason for it to be anything but the best time of my life."
Oh, swoon, He thought non-committedly as the ditzy woman blinked and clutched the rose. They were so easy to lie to, surely that wasn't good for the supposed heads of their society. Oh well, not his problem. He'd given her a real rose, unlike his own, which was a fake made by District 1. He'd decided that would be his token from home, but he'd always been good at manipulating people, it was just that much easier with women if there were flowers involved. He looked over the table at his current company. He hadn't actually watched the Reaping’s yet, but he had matched faces to districts. So, it was currently himself, both from 12 and the boy from 3. He sat towards the head of the table, putting himself closer to the boy from 3 than the two from 12.

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Diana was getting more uncomfortable the more she thought about what she was going to do. To put is simply, she had no idea. Still, when Nicholas re-entered the room her usual smile graced her face with hardly any effort.
"I'm not really sure," She told him honestly, "Isn't your mentor supposed to help us with that? But I'm trying not to overthink it, it makes me nervous and fidgety. So I'm afraid I may not be much help in finding an angle for you, but you’re a nice guy. Every one back home likes you, I'm sure you'll think of something." She wasn't fond of lying most of the time, and she was being honest about the people back home. The only time she ever heard a word against him was from the guys who were jealous of him, they were actually pretty entertaining to listen to.
"C'mon, I'm sure it'll be fine," she told him with a comforting smile, "Just smile and pretend like this is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Anyway want to head down together?"
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Spark sat uncomfortably paring at the other tributes. He didn't know where they came from, everyone had changed into Capitol clothes. Still, the two who were here when he arrived seemed to know each other. They were probably from the same district, and the boy who'd arrived after him seemed far too comfortable in the flashy clothes, not to mention his odd accessory. Probably District 1, maybe, he had no clue. What was he meant to do here? Why hadn't he watched the Reaping's? Oh yeah, he was too busy dismantling and repairing every electronic thing he could get his hands on. He was going to have to curb that habit.

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Someone shot her a question about relationships back home and Diana just laughed warmly.
"No way," She answered honestly, "None of the guys back home gave me a second glance. Besides, they're all more like brothers to me." Plus they probably think of me as a brother, but that wouldn't win her any support. This was a fair bit easier than she expected, she hardly had to lie at all. Waving to the cameras she followed behind Nicholas as they moved towards the table. She noticed Joseph and Amabelle and gave them a smile, which wouldn't really stand out since she was smiling at everyone. She'd been hoping to watch the Reaping’s before coming face to face with the other tributes, now she didn't know anyone. Except Amabelle and Joseph, obviously. She sat down next to a guy wearing a tool belt, and smiled kindly at him.
"Hi," She said, without any hesitation, "I'm Diana, District 11."
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Spark nearly jumped out of skin when the girl started talking to him. He'd been trying to work out why District 1 had stood up.
"Spark," He replied, nodding to her, "District 3, and before you ask, yes, that is my real name. Don’t worry, I don't know what my parents were thinking either." This girl was pretty easy to talk to, and also seemed very confident. Like no matter what happened, she'd still be able to give that ridiculously realistic smile. Maybe it was a real smile? That was even weirder.

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"The only close relationship I had was with my father," Ian replied, more half-truths, his relationship with his father wasn't exactly close, "My mother passed away a few years ago, it's been just us ever since."
His tone showed an end to the subject but he didn't move away. One look at Bridget and it was obvious she at least appeared to be enjoying herself. He'd stay here until she was ready to leave. He could do that, his arm stayed linked with hers.
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Gem watched the other tributes, quickly deciding he was bored. He moved himself next to Spark. He'd overheard both their names and districts.
"I'm Gem," He interjected with a smile, offering Diana a rose, "District 1. It is a pleasure to meet you both."

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Amabelle sat, as composed and collected as possible. She didn't trust herself to try and talk to people, make strangers friends, but instead she just sat there like a cat on a hunt, looking at the district tributes with an almost dark look. She noticed when Nicholas sat directly in front of her, and stared at her. She didn't look at him for a long time, but rather continued to stare at a spot in the middle of the table. She reached up with one finger, the nails painted red, and scratched her nose awkwardly. He was still looking at her.

She finally raised her bright eyes to look at him, and met his eyes. She sat there again for a long moment, looking at him. She had been haunted all day by the thought of him dead, on a forest floor, or in a desert, or in the mouth of a beast. Amabelle swallowed, and broke from her cold stare, to one that was more tender. The corners of her mouth lifted very slightly in a little smile. She didn't want to be angry with him, didn't want to have very possibly their last days together be filled with anger and regret.

Amabelle's eyes flickered with recognition and she gritted her teeth when she saw Haymitch stumbling in. She didn't much approve of this man, and she knew if he kept acting like this, they had no chance. She stood up in one fluent motion, and moved over to Haymitch, who was looking green. "'Think I'm in the wrong room..." he mumbled and Amabelle pushed him almost roughly out the door.

"That's right you're in the wrong room. You're making Joseph and I look like idiots. Tomorrow I'm taking the alcohol from you, so you better drink it all now, and hope for your sake that you don't drink yourself into a coma," she said roughly, "There's no way I'm going to die in the arena because you can't get your head out of the bottle." she took the bottle from him, and dropped it in the nearby trash. She felt Joseph behind her, and listened as he spoke. Haymitch finally stared at the two, "Well, looks like we've got a firecracker here, don't we?" he said, and leaned into the trash to pick up the bottle, dust the trash off of it, and raised the bottle in something of a toast to them. "See you in the morning, kids," he said, teasingly, and turned to head out of the dinner car, and back to wherever he had been the past day or so. Amabelle ran her hand over her face, and Joseph took her hand in his and led her back to the table. His face was stony, and Amabelle was trying to hide her blushing, as they walked back through the cameras, the flashing lights, ignored all the questions, and then made to sit back down in her seat.

Besides. She was going to get them out of this, wasn't she? She sure planned on it. She wondered who she could trust with her plan. Who she could trust with the plans her brother and she had been making for years, since she was twelve. Amabelle would have to think about that one.

She was snapped back into attention by the high pitched: "Okay everyone!" by the purple woman who had been brightly standing in the corner til now.

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He smiled when he saw Diana, still making friends. He watched as she spoke to the kid with the toolbelt. He wondered if she was going to add more people to the alliance that they had created. There were, what, 24 of them? Surely a group of 3 wasn't going to make it for very long. He just hoped she chose the right people. Like Amabelle, he didn't really feel like talking to these people. He hadn't watched the reapings yet, and he didn't know much about the people here, and lord knew he wasn't good at making friends. So he just stood there, the nearness of Amabelle actually helping him, and he hoped he was helping her as well. He continued to pick his teeth with the toothpick.

Joseph saw Haymitch before Amabelle did. He sat in his seat, watching with cold eyes as Haymitch looked out the window in the entrance-way before stumbling over and retching over a trash can, before he made his way to the door of the dining room. He scowled when Haymitch came through the door and mumbled something. Amabelle brushed by him when she got up, and he looked at her for a moment before pushing back his chair and sliding by everyone. His thick, muscular frame, slid easily enough behind the chairs until he was following her out the door.

"because you can't get your head out of the bottle..." Joseph came to stand just behind and a bit to the right of Amabelle. "You're our mentor," he said, not pleadingly, but with less anger than Amabelle did. "You're supposed to help us, not try to forget that you're here. This is how it is," he said, "and no amount of drinking is going to change that. So you might as well get over it." He went with Amabelle back to the car, not responding to Haymitch when he spoke to them and toasted them. He sat back down next to her.

"Okay everyone!"

Joseph leaned a bit more forward in his seat, the toothpick still wedged in between his teeth. He noticed Amabelle fidget a little bit.

"Welcome to the District Dinner!" the Capitol woman's voice was high pitched and accented. Whose escort was she? Was she even an escort at all? "I hope you're all getting along well. It's time to make the introductions! We'll just go around the table. Why don't you tell us your name, what district you're from and... let's make it fun, shall we? One interesting thing about yourself!" What, did she think this was a game. Joseph choked down his sound of disgust, but coudn't hide the scowl on his face.

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Spark was uncomfortable to say the least at the sudden appearance of two people at either side of him. The feeling only got worse as Gem handed Diana a rose. Where the hell did it even come from? Still, he did his best to smile, until a Capitol lady began addressing the group. He turned his attention to her, same as everyone else in the room, apparently. The little talking that had been going on seemed to disappear.
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Diana smiled when she received the rose but didn't really care much for the flower. She liked roses themselves but Gem seemed to showy and proud. Definitely District 1. The Capitol lady spoke up and immediately had her full attention.
"I'll go first," She offered happily, after a moment of silence, "I'm Diana Merrygold, District 11. And an interesting fact about me? Hhmmmm, oh! I have a little spitfire of a brother who I adore! It's really interesting to meet people from the other districts!"
Her smile didn't disappear once and she'd almost laughed when she thought of Jace. So, either Nicholas or Spark was next. It depends which way they were going around the table.

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"Ian Harding," Ian said, he didn't hesitate but he wasn't anywhere near as enthusiastic as the two girls so far, "District 10, and I live alone with my father." It was interesting watching how every chose to act in front of the cameras, especially the girls so far. They seemed so enthusiastic almost like they were actually enjoying this. Well, it was interesting to have such different personalities from the same district. Bridget was kind of amazing.
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Gem watched people around the table introducing themselves. At this rate he would be second last and by the sound of it they were supposed to use their full names. Damn it. He hated his real name. Well, Spark was after him so at least he wouldn't be the last person to introduce themselves, besides everyone who saw the Reaping’s would know his full name.

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Gem had been silently following the introductions around the table. He recognised his turn and forced himself not to sigh.
"Gemstone Roseling," He announced with a slight smile, "District 1. Personally I think my name is pretty interesting in itself but, my interesting fact, most people just call me Gem. It's a pleasure to see so many pretty faces." The last part was obviously aimed at the girls, but he was also using it to cover that if people back home called him anything but Gem it tended to end badly for them. On the plus side he wasn't last. Spark was, unlucky but sitting next to each other was good, it meant the impact of their odd names would be slightly diminished.

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Spark had his hands wrapped around his Reaping toy under the table. Odd that the object signifying his entrance into the games was what he was using to comfort himself now.
"Hi," He offered uncertainly, "I'm Spark Nix, District 3. My interesting fact? Um, the boy I volunteered for was the brother of one of my friends." Yeah, that seemed like the easiest answer. Talking about the toys was probably more information about his district than was necessary, and telling them he dismantled most of the things in his room would give away his strongest asset. Hopefully it wouldn't cause to much trouble for Winery and Alphonse.

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Diane looked up immediately when she heard Amabelle clear her throat, reading the napkin before looking up at her. What was she planning? The room probably was bugged, but that didn't necessarily mean anyone would answer her. Then she noticed a small movement from the corner of her eyes. She grinned, Spark was scribbling on his own napkin.
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Spark had been hesitant in offering his help. Who knows what she wanted to say? And not wanting the room bagged could go either way. Eventually though his curiosity got the better of him and he pulled his napkin towards himself. He was actually very aware that the room was bugged, having recognised the signs from his own room where he’d had to force himself not to start playing with the wires. Still, it was a brave move, the room could just as easily have cameras in it. He was doubtful of that.
"I'm ok with it," he offered in a sceptical tone, hold up his own napkin:

IF IT IS BUGGED WHAT DO WANT TO DO?

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Nicholas watched Amabelle clear her throat, seeing her scribble on her napkin. He wouldn't know, but he saw another tribute scribble on his napkin. Nicholas turned back to Amabelle, clearing his throat not too loud, and knocking his fork to the ground. He reached over the table and knocked Amabelle's down too. "Oops." He said, looking at her, then under the table. He knew she would understand that he meant to go under the table, although he wasn't sure if she was too mad to do so. But he still went under, hoping she would too. That way, she could quickly whisper her scheme into his ear.

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Amabelle gave the tiniest flicker of a smile to the Spark boy, and went to write on her own napkin before her fork was knocked to the ground. Quickly realizing it to be a signal from Nicholas, she gave an innocent giggle and reached down under the table, she leaned her lips in close to his ear, before giving him a little wink. "We're fighting back, getting out of here," she whispered very, very quietly into his ear before disappearing back up to her seat before she gave Nicholas a chance to react to her.

She gave them all a smile, before leaning over her own napkin again. In bold, curved handwriting she lifted it back up to him.

GET RID OF THEM. OR, IF THERE ARE TOO MANY, I WANT US ALL TO MEET TOGETHER WHERE THE CAPITOL CAN'T HEAR US.

She leaned over her napkin as she flipped it over before holding it up one more time.

HEAR ME OUT. ALL I'M ASKING.

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Joseph, this entire time, was watching his District partner with a bemused expression. So it was true, what a firecracker she was. She had some balls, too, doing something like this where it was so dangerous. He smiled though. He was down to meet. So that everyone could see him, he nodded firmly, his hair bouncing around his chin and ears as he made his nod very obvious.

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Diana looked from Amabelle's napkin to Spark. He seemed to have already finished reading and was gazing peculiarly around the room, his lips moving every now and then. What was going through his head? She cooked her head to the side as she watched him.
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Spark looked around the room, until he noticed the last thing he needed. It was similarly rigged to the way his carriage was, though he hadn't actually attempted this in there. Scribbling on his napkin he passed it to Diana to hold up for him, already moving out of his chair.

I can do that, but make conversation or something. Background noise is important.

Spark moved over to the wall and began running his fingers over it, oblivious to any attention he was getting.