Lucky [OPEN]
Jul 19, 2011 17:11:57 GMT -5
Post by Mandementor on Jul 19, 2011 17:11:57 GMT -5
Cyra Astrid Virgil was a lucky girl.
She lived in the most fortunate part of Panem, had rich parents that provided her with everything that she desired, was invited to all the good parties in spite of her age of seventeen, and was attractive in that Capitol way. She had everything going for her except for her lack of brains, but who needs intelligence anyway? It wasn’t like she was going to go into a career that required smarts or even a high school diploma. She was going to be a hairdresser until her parents died and she could live off of their inheritance.
Cyra was reflecting on her blessed lifestyle in relation to the tributes in the Hunger Games this year. They were all around her age, poor souls. The districts really shouldn’t have rebelled against the Capitol. At least it made for good entertainment. She was staring at one of the huge monitors displaying the Games. These were put in place so that no one would miss a single moment of the action. Most Capitolites were still at home, glued to their television sets.
Why was she walking down the street instead of in bed? She was headed down to her mother’s salon to put some highlights into her purple mane of hair. Cyra was used to performing beauty procedures on herself, and it usually turned out well. When it didn’t, she just popped on down to the cosmetologist’s and got a full-body polish to remove the scars.
She was content, as she should be. She was popular, pretty, and preppy. Cyra had so much going for her. A viewing party tonight and shopping tomorrow…it was a good place to be.
She lived in the most fortunate part of Panem, had rich parents that provided her with everything that she desired, was invited to all the good parties in spite of her age of seventeen, and was attractive in that Capitol way. She had everything going for her except for her lack of brains, but who needs intelligence anyway? It wasn’t like she was going to go into a career that required smarts or even a high school diploma. She was going to be a hairdresser until her parents died and she could live off of their inheritance.
Cyra was reflecting on her blessed lifestyle in relation to the tributes in the Hunger Games this year. They were all around her age, poor souls. The districts really shouldn’t have rebelled against the Capitol. At least it made for good entertainment. She was staring at one of the huge monitors displaying the Games. These were put in place so that no one would miss a single moment of the action. Most Capitolites were still at home, glued to their television sets.
Why was she walking down the street instead of in bed? She was headed down to her mother’s salon to put some highlights into her purple mane of hair. Cyra was used to performing beauty procedures on herself, and it usually turned out well. When it didn’t, she just popped on down to the cosmetologist’s and got a full-body polish to remove the scars.
She was content, as she should be. She was popular, pretty, and preppy. Cyra had so much going for her. A viewing party tonight and shopping tomorrow…it was a good place to be.
