LOVESICK MELODY* - OPEN*

The bitter cold wind bit her cheeks, turning them to a deep shade of red. Winter was perhaps the worst possible season ever. So Willow thought. It brought frigid air, snow covered grounds, and the inability to test outdoor weaponry. So, until the snow melts, she could not possible test how well her blades cut through the air around her. Instead, she remains in her parent’s soundproof basement, toss knives with the power of an electric fan as its only obstacle. But, like all things, the blade tossing came to an end and, well, now she was in District Three’s streets, determined to find something to do whether than staying cope up in her lonely home.

Her white hands slipped into her thin jacket as she continued her stroll. The hot air in her mouth escaped into the outside wind, creating a slight fog before her brown eyes. Again, she hated the cold weather. She hated this district and the damn air around her. There was never a fresh breath in the entire district. The smog in the air insured that. The sounds that erupt from the factories anger her as well. She loathe this damned district. But, at once, a smirk appeared on her lips. It was odd in a way. A simple event such as breath trigger such an overpowering emotion. Willow was strange in that way.

The smile disappeared as she notice her current location in front of a clothing shop. “Damn it,” she spoke underneath her breath. The reaping was in a few days and she had forgotten to pick out a dress for the event. Perhaps it was because she was concentrated on her weaponry that she forgot her end could be coming. It was strange of her to think her death would be just around the corner yet, at the same time, shouldn’t every person her age fear the same thing? The reaping would certainly chose a person that will die. District three hasn’t produced a Victor in quite some time. If one wasn’t the Victor, they were the one returning to their district in a coffin.

Shaking the thought away, she pulled open the door to the clothing store and, obviously, allowed her feet to lead her into the building. A slight burst of warmth hit her in the face, making her smile reappear. The heat momentary made her forget her purpose in this clothing store but the thought did not linger for long. A matter a fact, it let quickly, taking her once smiling face with it. Now, she was focus on finding the perfect attire for her possible doom.

Her booted feet walked to a rack displaying a number of colored dresses. Willow had no particular color in mind but there were surely ones she wished to avoid. Pink for sure. There was no worse color that retched shade. Plus, if she was chosen, she would allow her competition see her in such a girly tone. There was a lovely black dress covered in gentle lace. Her hands held the dress out in for front of her for a better examination. It was perfect. And, to make things better, there was people in the shop to see her make such a prideful discovery.