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A sleek steel train pulled into the station at the square in District Eight, and as the door slid open, a sixteen year old adorned with jewelry stepped out. Topaz was not one to leave her beloved District One unless on a luxury vacation to the Capitol, but today she had offered herself up for a shipping to the mayor of District Eight. What was his name? Mayor Harold, or Harvey, or...

"Mayor Howard, we have your shipping by regards of District One." Topaz heard her companion speak.

Howard. That was his name.

The District One teen wrinkled her nose in disgust as she saw the state the District Eight mayor was in. His hair was unbrushed, his shoes were not made of fine leather, and he wore no jewelry whatsoever. To Topaz, this would be considered a crime. In her district as well as the Capitol itself, you never saw a single person without their bodies intricately adorned with various types of jewels.

Nevertheless, she was here for a reason. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked the older man from her district sweetly, batting her long eyelashes.

"Not now, Topaz, go amuse yourself." he waved her away and continued talking with the mayor.

Topaz scowled. How am I supposed to amuse myself in District Eight? she thought, but kept it to herself. Instead, she walked a little ways down the street and came to some sort of site. It wasn't in particularly good shape, and there was a man sitting there. He didn't look near as bad off as the other people she saw around, nothing even close. So she guessed he was from a different district, as was she.

Topaz could see that he was the type of person normally found in District Three; a technology whiz, already ahead of the crowd with the latest inventions and all of that. She had never been to District Three, although she guessed it was probably not much different than her own district; industrialized.

"I'm Topaz." she introduced herself to the other person. And then, because she felt like it was an appropriate addition in a place like this, she added, "District One."

The dark red haired teen gave a shrug. "I'm not positive, though I've heard something about it. My uncle over there, talking to the mayor," she gestured to her companion from the train, who was indeed her uncle, "Was talking about it earlier. In fact, I think that's why I'm here. We've got a shipping for the construction." She felt like she should be of more help.

"I could go ask for you, if you'd like."

"Sure, I'll do that."

Topaz made her way back over to her uncle and the District Eight mayor. She swept her long, wavy red hair out of her face and tapped the mayor on the shoulder. He turned around, looking rather surprised that a sixteen year old who was not from his district was trying to get his attention, but he answered all the same.

"Yes?" he asked. Topaz's uncle scowled from behind him, but the District One girl could care less right now.

"Sorry to bother, but where is the construction site? There's someone over there looking for it." she didn't bother to put on a sweet, innocent act. She really didn't have to. She pointed to the man she had just been talking to. The mayor's eyes followed her gaze.

"Hmm..." he said. Topaz found it a bit odd that he seemed to not know what was going on in his district. "Well, I know it is in Riverdock Square, which is where we are now...but perhaps it had not started yet?" He sounded as if he was questioning her.

"Could you check for me?"

The mayor spoke quickly. "Why...why yes, of course." He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and looked it over. "Yes, here it is. Construction in to begin at one thirty sharp," he read off of the paper. "There's still half an hour."

"Thank you." Topaz smiled at the mayor, and wanted to laugh at her uncle's expression. She walked back over to Renso who, apparently, was part of the Construction operation.

Topas bent closer to Renso, interested. "No, I don't think so." She shook her head, brushing a strand of red hair from off of her face. "Why? You're going to blow one up?"

Topaz had always been the type of person who was interested in anything out of the ordinary...and a blown up dam sounded as far out of the ordinary it seemed to get. She wondered if it was part of the construction he seemed to be working in.