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Birds of a feather flock together, and Pacsun's prized possession is a peacock suit coat. Highly fashionable but not at all convenient, it acts as a status symbol for him more than anything else. For what, you may ask? Past the Career Training Center on Four's cliffside is a studio. In big, neon letters: Pacsun & Co.

Pacsun and his two best friends, Maxwell and Bloxco (a nickname, to be sure,) opened the studio a few years back on his father's dime and quarter. He paid for everything from the interior and exterior renovations to equipment and marketing. There was even a budget for cat trees for Maxwell's cats, Mustache, Owen, and Moon. It took some campaigning, but he had an expert sales pitch. Too often, careers in District Four lose sight of what makes the district so strong: the balance that comes with living beside water. Yoga, he told his father, would help center focus, combining the intensity of training to fight with the tranquility of learning to calm tense emotions.

Long gone are the days when kids Pacsun's age can play on metal slides at the playground until their skin glistened red. Yoga is mature. It strengthens the mind, body, and spirit. And for the people who wanted more than just stretching to zen music poolside, Pacsun added one final scheme: loyalty rewards. Peacock feathers (or whatever fake feathers money could buy) to add to one's cap. A status symbol. Who trains down the street at the career center for glory? The poor people of Four, in Pacsun's eyes? The rich people, such as himself, only do it because there's nothing better to do.

And because there are pina coladas at yoga after training's done for the day!