Honestly (Now open, party crashers welcome)
Jul 25, 2010 20:00:33 GMT -5
Post by jimmylost on Jul 25, 2010 20:00:33 GMT -5
Brigit sat by the vanity mirror in her wardrobe adding the final touch to her outfit, a pair of what looked pearl earing (that could double as headphones if she felt like eavesdropping), while a servant attempted to make her mass of unnameable blond hair presentable. The servant seemed to be loosing patience as the smooth ringlets she attempted to form slowly dissolved into a frizzy chaos.
"Just tie it back, hon. There's nothing you can do" she said in a the tone she always used with people who had direct contact to her father.
The young girls face reflected back at Brigit showed that she wanted to continue as she was but even she knew the futility of her efforts. She pushed the hair back with a headband a let the rest sit like a blond halo around her head. With the girls fingers out of her hair Brigit leaned forward to apply her makeup. The spaghetti straps of her simple black dress cut into her shoulders as she began with her light application of mascara.
"Miss. Switch I should really..." her servant began.
"The only hand I let poke me in the eye is my own" Brigit replied. Of course her concern about her eyes was second to the possibility of the new servant noting the odd weight of the stick of make-up that would give away the little instruments Brigit had hidden inside it.
Her appearance complete Brigit stood on small black heals straightening her posture as she walked toward the area of large apartment where the party would be held. She was greeted by her father who gave her a smile that said he approved of her outfit and brought her to stand with him by the entrance. Brigit hid her distaste at being in his presence behind a loving smile. She didn't know why they still had these parties, she was sure her father had introduced her to every person who cared (and many who didn't) about her future running of his company and he long ago had made all the friends he could this way. She supposed it was just to show off how well they where doing.
Her father gave her his usual briefing about who she should attempt to impress and so on, tonight however had a particular interest, Miss. Pystan Jam. Brigit wasn't really surprised the girl had gained quite a bit of status after being mentioned by both this years tributes and she was around Brigit's age. Gaining her friendship would be very helpful, her father explained, an in with the victors and careers of District Three would be very valuable. Brigit agreed, on the outside anyway.
Soon the apartment was buzzing with guests, other high earning District three locals, past victors, and even a few visitors from the capitol all made the guest list of the high class event. Brigit couldn't help thinking that most the filth of the Districts could be removed just by destroying this apartment.
Wouldn't be too hard, maybe place some miniature explosives...or perhaps poison the drinks, that would be more subtle.
She kept this all behind her perfect rich girl smile as she socialized with the familiar crowd around her. She couldn't go straight to Pystan, that would be rude and far too obvious, instead she laughed with her 'friends' (the other high class guests around her age) and exchanged small talk with the adults. About half an hour into the party she made her way to Pystan.
"Miss. Jam is it? I've just recently realized the tragedy that is that we've never gotten a chance to properly get acquainted." she said taking a light hold on her arm to lead off to talk "Would you allow me a small conversation?"