Cerulean Jay D9 // {FIN}

                   Cerulean was fabulous since birth, as fashion and her seemed to correspond with one and another. Despite being from one of the poorer districts, she had managed to create a not-so-livid wardrobe to brighten up the society, and scraping by with the bare necessities; foundation, concealer and eyeshadow. Rule #1 of fashion - don't let someone's fashion style rub off. Naturally, Cerulean's tone maintained a healthy pale, but nothing a dash of foundation could not fix. Yet her lips displayed a brilliant shade of scarlet. Being dressed from head to toe in the aurora of fashion, her short-kept dark hair tore away from the rich demeanor.
                   Fashion is not a talent, it's a lifestyle. In order to appear the utmost of elegance, Cerulean would never manage to be caught shudder slouching. Genetics had graced Cerulean with her mother's height, promptly 4'11" at fifteen years old. Rule #2 of fashion - if you can't fix it, don't let it drag you down. Despite being neurotically cautious of facial blemishes, claiming the label "short" didn't phase her much. However, being lean in the lowest districts was never much of a goal, considering food is rarely abundant.

                   She was born with the element of elegance, but being a social butterfly just came naturally. Anywhere from school to the small market downtown, Cerulean never ceased to introducing herself to strangers. Even if they couldn't respond correctly, her rhythmic pattern of "Hellos" and charismatic questions flowed through. Rule #3 of fashion - friendly people look fabulous. Being awfully close to somebody wasn't in the rulebook, however; her family could listen to her problems, but the cliques couldn't. Regardless of her social status, communication with the fellow "Jays" were usually off limits in public; Family doesn't match with the majority of her wardrobe.
                   If you look hard enough, optimism is found near the roots of any amazing designer. Holding faith in the combinations of fabrics and clothes were nearly mandatory to appear well-dressed. Yet, looking on the brighter side of tomorrow's luck is not easiest in the lower districts. Cerulean still managed to equip every outfit with her favorite accessory; a hot-head confidence. Rule #4 of fashion - confidence always the key.
                   The loathing of facial blemishes held no match against her fear of dirt and grime. The very act of mud or gutters shot shivers down Cerulean's spine. Rule #5 of fashion - stains don't count as accessories. Clothes shopping didn't happen but on occasion, so running a risk of ruining a shirt for a careless slip wasn't happening. Yet, she'd rather buy one magnificent shirt than three cloaked in a dull shade.

                   Cerulean was originally conceived by Leondaus Taurs and Amada Joy barely a month before the 50th Hunger Games. Her mother had the luck of not being reaped, but Leondaus didn't receive the same enclosure. Amada kept her only child away from the screen, mostly due to her own fear of an unfortunate event. She never learned who killed her soul-mate, and she couldn't handle him being ripped away. Before the Victor was crowned, Amada had taken her life; leaving the innocence of Cerulean on the porch of the farthest house from her own with nothing but clothes and a note.

                   "This is Cerulean, she's only a few months old. Take care of my baby, please."

                   That's all they family knew of the lifeform. She had no last name they could find, the parent or ex-guardian or something of the sorts hadn't even mustered up a birth date. All they knew was the gender and a name. "Cerulean" was now their newest problem. The ever growing Jay family's count peaked over half a dozen. She was now a Jay, and once you become a Jay you are always a Jay.
                   As a young child, Cerulean was impeccably social, as being removed from class for excessive talking was a daily routine. Despite loving fashion, adolescence was an all time low. The clothes she received were generally a couple sizes too big, as they were hand-me-downs from either Wess or Stellar, and they were generally plain, or at least to Cerulean they were. Rule #6 of fashion - Do the best with what you have. Eventually, Her need for a better wardrobe sent her searching for a job. At the age of 13 she had found the wonderful world of make-up, so her paycheck was usually wasted under a week later.
                   She loved and appreciated her family, they did manage to pretend to care about the newest fashions in District 9 that were available in the first district almost a year earlier. Fashion was an epidemic after all, so maybe she could end up spreading it around for her family. Cerulean has been treated as a Jay since birth, even if, unbeknown to her, they weren't blood related to her, as Gray and Blue doesn't create Cerulean.