District Royalty {Open}
Sept 5, 2011 16:04:38 GMT -5
Post by firegirl1997 on Sept 5, 2011 16:04:38 GMT -5
As a clock struck six somewhere in the depths of the spacious home, the sound of wheels screeching to a slick stop could be heard beyond the thick wooden doors. Glitter Hath, who had been standing at the foot of a sweeping black marble staircase slowly lifted her hand from the cold banister and sighed through her nose. The sound of the clock’s last chime echoed around the silent house, bouncing off the walls and filling Glitter’s head. The mayor was certainly prompt, or at least, his drivers were. She lifted her skirts with one hand, crushing the silken folds in her firm grasp. She strode to the mahogany doors with long steps and opened the door seconds before the man outside could lift his hand to ring the doorbell.
A look of surprise was hidden as the driver gave her a short bow that she hardly deserved. Just because she was a daughter from one of the wealthier families in the district didn’t mean she should be treated like a princess. She held her skirts with dainty fingers now. It wasn’t that she cared what the driver thought, she just didn’t want loose lips spreading gossip that Glitter Hath was acting unladylike getting back to her father. He would make her walk around in circles for hours, lifting the hem of her skirts gracefully off the ground. She walked to the car, opening the door herself, and carefully sliding in on the upholstered seats. The drivers eyebrows raised, he followed her, his short legs having to step quickly to keep up with her. He walked around the car with uniform posture, and sat behind the wheel.
Glitter stared at her folded hands in her lap, working up the confidence to survive the hours to follow. At least her father was too busy with business to accompany her to this dance. He would surely force her to dance with a whole lineup of arrogant young men. Maybe she could sit in the corner with the excuse that her ankle was broken. Better yet, she could find a way to actually break her ankle so she wouldn’t have to dance for weeks. She absentmindedly flexed and relaxed her toes, causing the skin to stretch tightly over the bony bump on her foot. The driver commented briefly on the weather, and Glitter nodded, her lips pursed sourly. She didn’t feel like making small talk until she absolutely had to. The silence in the car may have felt deafening to driver, but to her it was normal. Sound rarely filled the cavernous rooms of her home, and when it did it was often just her father commanding her on etiquette and grace.
The Justice Building was in sight now, and Glitter gripped her hands tightly as they approached. There was no more putting off the inevitable. The driver parked the car with a smooth precision, and this time Glitter let him open her door. She gave him a crisp nod as she passed him and walked up the steps to the Justice Building. A footman who had a boyish face and was a head shorter than her opened the door so she could enter. Once inside she pasted a smile to her lips as she exchanged pleasantries with various others of District One’s well-dressed elite. Attending the ball were not only the wealthy, but also a good number of teens who were training for the Hunger Games. They were often easy to distinguish with thick muscles and a cunning glint in their eyes. Glitter grit her teeth, ready for the agonizing time she would spend here.
A look of surprise was hidden as the driver gave her a short bow that she hardly deserved. Just because she was a daughter from one of the wealthier families in the district didn’t mean she should be treated like a princess. She held her skirts with dainty fingers now. It wasn’t that she cared what the driver thought, she just didn’t want loose lips spreading gossip that Glitter Hath was acting unladylike getting back to her father. He would make her walk around in circles for hours, lifting the hem of her skirts gracefully off the ground. She walked to the car, opening the door herself, and carefully sliding in on the upholstered seats. The drivers eyebrows raised, he followed her, his short legs having to step quickly to keep up with her. He walked around the car with uniform posture, and sat behind the wheel.
Glitter stared at her folded hands in her lap, working up the confidence to survive the hours to follow. At least her father was too busy with business to accompany her to this dance. He would surely force her to dance with a whole lineup of arrogant young men. Maybe she could sit in the corner with the excuse that her ankle was broken. Better yet, she could find a way to actually break her ankle so she wouldn’t have to dance for weeks. She absentmindedly flexed and relaxed her toes, causing the skin to stretch tightly over the bony bump on her foot. The driver commented briefly on the weather, and Glitter nodded, her lips pursed sourly. She didn’t feel like making small talk until she absolutely had to. The silence in the car may have felt deafening to driver, but to her it was normal. Sound rarely filled the cavernous rooms of her home, and when it did it was often just her father commanding her on etiquette and grace.
The Justice Building was in sight now, and Glitter gripped her hands tightly as they approached. There was no more putting off the inevitable. The driver parked the car with a smooth precision, and this time Glitter let him open her door. She gave him a crisp nod as she passed him and walked up the steps to the Justice Building. A footman who had a boyish face and was a head shorter than her opened the door so she could enter. Once inside she pasted a smile to her lips as she exchanged pleasantries with various others of District One’s well-dressed elite. Attending the ball were not only the wealthy, but also a good number of teens who were training for the Hunger Games. They were often easy to distinguish with thick muscles and a cunning glint in their eyes. Glitter grit her teeth, ready for the agonizing time she would spend here.
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