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d1b portia maybach 🏆 frankel
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the fairest one of all [junie&portia] Jun 21, 2024 11:39:58 GMT -5

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Post by d1b portia maybach 🏆 frankel on Jun 21, 2024 11:39:58 GMT -5

PORTIA MAYBACH

It does feel a little gimmicky to be sat in a carriage decorated as a car, but it is fitting, especially given Portia’s family business. Nobody else has done it and One has the disadvantage of being the first to arrive at the opening ceremony. Soon forgotten ahead of the eleven others but what a way to be memorable. To stand out as they all line up, Portia is having fun out there alongside Jupiter. It doesn’t matter what the others are doing and wearing, what matters is who is looking at her.

Fun quickly ends and the horses pull away from the crowds. Portia jumps out of the carriage, leaving behind Jupiter. She stands to the right of the carriages, watching as the others queue up behind hers.

Portia, cladded in retro black leather that has a musty antique smell to it, strolls along the line of carriages, inspecting every one of them including their occupants.

There is so much colour behind them, some interesting designs and some complete disasters. The District Fours are eye catching. District Six’s is terrifying… and the District Sevens! Wow.

Portia walks up to the fairy girls; the younger one is in a darker costume. A little unnerving, this one she suspects is an ankle biter. ”Wow, your costumes…” Portia is an awe of them, but owning up to that will bring down the hard work that was put into One’s theme. ”They look like something I used to pull out of my fancy dress box when I was a kid.”

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the fairest one of all [junie&portia] Jun 21, 2024 22:30:03 GMT -5

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Post by junie st. james d7 ❁ on Jun 21, 2024 22:30:03 GMT -5

Junie St. James.

The stylists cannot find Junie before the opening ceremony.

She does not want her hair brushed and pulled at. She does not want to be sewn into some kind of ridiculous gown, in which she cannot run and climb. More than anything, she does not want the eyes of the Captiol digging under her skin, she does not want them seeing her and thinking: That one won't survive.

Junie maintains this boundary fiercely, going so far as to bite a well-meaning avox, who is trying to drag her out of the back of a cupboard.

Why don't you just look at the costume? says somebody, desperately. Junie closes her eyes tightly, shakes her head.

Eventually, it is JJ who manages to coax her out.

When Junie sets eyes upon the dress, she wipes away her tears, swallows, and agrees, her heart fluttering, to put it on. When her stylists have finished putting the finishing touches on the wings, Junie is breathless with excitement. Inside the mirror, there is a tiny fairy. Junie smiles for the first time since her name was called. They set the delicate circlet on her head and she spins on the spot, letting the fabric flutter around her.

As they wait for their turn, Junie's fear rises within her again, but she is brave. In her head, the fairies whisper soothing words to her. This is unlike them, but Junie supposes they feel particularly bad for her this week.

They draw the glances of the other tributes. The girl from One, who has just returned from her lap around the stadium, dressed in a black leather jacket, sets her eyes on Junie. Junie shifts closer to JJ, seeking refuge in her shadow.

"Wow, your costumes-" exclaims One. "They look like something I used to pull out of my fancy dress box when I was a kid."

Junie blinks up at her, feeling the magic of her fairy dress melt away. She is suddenly naked, exposed, the shimmering, glittering wings an embarrassing affixation to her already embarrassingly childish posture. She wishes she could grow huge, roar like a lion, eat the girl from One whole.

Be brave, Junie-bug, the faeries whisper in her ear.

"At least our stylist bothered," Junie retorts, drawing herself up to her full height, which is somewhere in the middle of the older girl's chest. "You look like they found you in a chest in my grandma's attic."

She gives a little cough, to emphasise the dustiness of One's attire.