She's a Rainbow [Rook]
Jul 7, 2012 17:31:44 GMT -5
Post by cyrus on Jul 7, 2012 17:31:44 GMT -5
[/color], that was something everyone would be talking about until the days that they died. But even still, I don’t feel much for the games without having someone to represent us. Feels like we’ve just been left alone, waitin’ for the train to come but it’s late, and no one knows when it’s coming.::::
She comes in colors ev'rywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
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The mood had been a little down in the shop lately. I supposed it was because we hadn’t been selling as much—the summer months are usually pretty poor for us—and Mrs. Elderwood, fat as she is doesn’t take to the heat well. She gets to screaming at us girls more when we miss a stitch or if we wrap the tape around someone’s waist wrong. She’ll get real red in the face and you can almost see the veins stand up on her face, with her jowls flappin’ about like she’s about to have a coronary. Of course, it takes all I can do to not laugh at her, ‘cause she’s this stumpy old lady shrieking like a junkyard dog at all of us, who are working as fast we can to crank out pieces for the districts.
Could have been the games, too. We’d lost both of our tributes in the first few days, which made the rest of the viewings felt like dirges. Having to sit there and watch while some other districts tributes slashed and heaved at one another, splattering blood everywhere wasn’t exactly my cup of tea. I did like the bit about the feast though. At least that part was exciting, left a couple of ‘em dead and not the ones that I expected, anyway. And oh, the kraken
I didn’t know Chloe or Pandora. I mean, they were my age and I reckon I recognized their faces—ain’t too many people in district 8 so we may have said somethin’ to one another—but I kind of thanked my lucky stars that I didn’t know either of them. Couldn’t imagine having to lose one of my friends… I have a hard enough time making it through the days here in the shop without having a laugh with Leslie Anne. Or if I lost Daniel—god I’d be a wreck—only one more reaping for him, though, so we’re almost past that. He’s the only one that makes the viewings bearable sometimes. He’ll look at me when I’m shaking or shivering on account of something particularly gruesome, and screw up his face, and I’ll go from shaking from fright to laughter. And of course everyone shushes me so it makes me look like a terrible person, but I keep laughing and snorting while he wraps an arm around me and I feel all right.
The heat in the shop made the hair around my forehead slide out of the bun I’d tied it into and a few stray hands dropped into my face. I was working the front of the shop today, and as I waited for a few more customers, I was stitching up a piece that was destined for one of the older ladies of the district. I would say that I’m probably one of the better seamstresses in the shop, probably because I’ve got long fingers and thin hands. Some of the other girls have got those sausage fingers, and it gives them trouble doing the particularly difficult pieces. Today though, even my fingers were sweating, and I winced as I pricked myself with the needle. Wish I could just put my head in a bucket of ice right now.
The sound of the bell atop the door signaled a customer, and I licked my lips to get out a greeting before Mrs. Elderwood could screech at me to do it. “Welcome to Elderwood’s! How can I help yah!” I bring my arm up to my brow to wipe away some of the sweat before whipping around to face whoever had entered. The heat wasn’t any reason for to be glum, anyway. After all the hard work we had to do, it was nice to get to please someone once in a while.
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