Her work was everywhere, in almost every Arena. Well, not her work, exclusively. There was a team, you know, but Dr. Ellie Sattler was definitely a name that was known in the-- well, in the labs. In the labs called the most boring, because there were people scurrying all around talking about roots and greens and really, half the time the plants were placed in an Arena to just look pretty. Those orders really knew how to kill the mood- the fun stuff, the really interesting stuff, the stuff Ellie had studied and practiced and lived for-- plants evolved too. They learned how to defend themselves against predators. They knew how to attack. And sure, for most people in the audience, a Tribute's death by ingesting a poisonous plant or berry (and everyone remembered those important berries that brought District Twelves their Victors, and no, those hadn't actually been her idea) was a boring one. But a necessary one. Because then someone would get the idea to grind up a handful of leaves, to soak a point in this one tree's sap--
Anyway, the party.
She was dressed as a lizard. It was an inside joke, and to be perfectly honest, Ellie was an Unknown among the cat-girls and laughing hyenas of celebrities that milled around. Perfectly plain, perfectly content to share a snicker or a very quick sip of a drink, feeling out of place because her viewing of the Games was an exclusive one that had been replaced, this night, by Flickerman's comedy. If she nearly walks into anyone, Tribute or citizen, she apologizes with a little smile and moves on- moves away from the center, the crowd. She's listening for any news of her creation, anything that says her research this time sprung her a surprise, but the Arena was in a zoo and that much was unlikely. She might as well be a(n) (un)glorified landscaper. If she sees someone on their own, looking blue or looking lost, she'll inch near and just ask if they're enjoying the party, and why or why not.
Perfectly plain and she'll get back at whoever made her come to this dumb party when she gets her butt back to that lab, she swears. She'll sneak blueberries into their next sandwich, or sneak them on to their chair.
Ellie Sattler | Jurassic Park | Capitol AU--Party
Anyway, the party.
She was dressed as a lizard. It was an inside joke, and to be perfectly honest, Ellie was an Unknown among the cat-girls and laughing hyenas of celebrities that milled around. Perfectly plain, perfectly content to share a snicker or a very quick sip of a drink, feeling out of place because her viewing of the Games was an exclusive one that had been replaced, this night, by Flickerman's comedy. If she nearly walks into anyone, Tribute or citizen, she apologizes with a little smile and moves on- moves away from the center, the crowd. She's listening for any news of her creation, anything that says her research this time sprung her a surprise, but the Arena was in a zoo and that much was unlikely. She might as well be a(n) (un)glorified landscaper. If she sees someone on their own, looking blue or looking lost, she'll inch near and just ask if they're enjoying the party, and why or why not.
Perfectly plain and she'll get back at whoever made her come to this dumb party when she gets her butt back to that lab, she swears. She'll sneak blueberries into their next sandwich, or sneak them on to their chair.