apurva eustus {capitol} {stylist} {wip again}

apurva

"Dahling," her voice crooned as she fixed up a dress, the tribute standing next to her, "don't worry, you're going to do great."

She had to say those words. They were hollow despite the cheeriness. The girls from this district tended to be cocky enough already. That's what happens when you train your whole life to be a career.

The boys each stood her in mind, not as a face with a name, but as the clothes she created for them. Green shirts to match ones' eyes, a turquoise ring for another's.

This was her dream.

When she was hired at 20 years old, she thought it was some form a dream. Ever since she was little, her parents had groomed her for this. They realized her potential for artwork and her love of fashion and hired stylists of games past as tutors for her. She studied avidly, placing her actual schoolwork aside to become a designer. and if this failed, it wouldn't be too big of a deal. her parents had enough money to support her for a long while if something went sour

At eighteen, she took a job as a designer for her father's company. At nineteen, she had already risen through the ranks because of her father astute eye for detail.

The past nine years have drifted by, a blur of games and preparations and excitement for each year. It's less about who she was helping look their best and more about how she made them look their best.