To Dress Accordingly [Kheft]
Mar 29, 2012 10:50:34 GMT -5
Post by laralarks on Mar 29, 2012 10:50:34 GMT -5
There was something about the Capitol that always reminded her of an ant hill.
Thousands of people teeming in their own little bubble of a world, concerned with nothing and no one but themselves was a perfect way to describe the Capitol. Say insects instead of people, and you have an ant hill. Though, she thought with a little smile, many of the Capitol natives do have that look about them.
Cadence Amare was not one of the Ants. Or rather, not by choice. She lived among them, acted like one, talked like one, and made them believe she was one of them, but there was something that would always set her apart from them almost as clearly as Avoxes were.
After all, who'd feel equal to a whore?
As she walked down the street, Cadence checked the small piece of paper in her hand, checking the shop window fronts for the name she was looking for. She had an extremely high-paying client demanding her accompaniment at his next event, and the theme was the four seasons. Harold had wanted to make sure she looked as unique as possible, so he'd commissioned a friend of his to design her dress. Harold seemed to be friends with everyone in the Capitol, so when he'd dropped the name of Venus, the current goddess of fashion in the capitol, she wasn't altogether surprised. Perhaps she was a past client. Or one of his lovers. The possibilities were endless, but all that mattered was that Harold Junger was incredibly well-connected. However, it would do her no good if she never managed to find her shop. The fitting for the dress was in five minutes.
Cadence's eyes continued to scan for the name, a furrow forming between her slightly teal-tinted eyebrows as her fingers rubbed the paper. It has to be somewhere around here...
At that moment, her eyes caught sight of the words they sought, and a relieved smile touched her lips. Without hesitation, she headed straight for the shop, her ivy pattered hand grasping at the doorknob and pushing.
The inside of the shop was much like the ones she'd been to before, and Cadence shifted slightly in her supple leather shoes as she looked around. Even after two years in the Capitol, it was hard to get used to the extravagance around her. Not that it ever showed. She could parade around with the best of them and not bat an eyelash, but it was sometimes the most difficult task she underwent.
Clearing he head of these thoughts, she shook her head slightly and continued to look around the shop. There wasn't much she could do until someone came to her aid, but the bright colours and exquisitely sewn garments kept her occupied without problem. All they said about Venus was true. She was a visionary. Cadence's fingers longed to reach out and touch what she was seeing, but she felt rather like it would be wrong, like touching a wild animal, or a work of art. As she looked through the room, one dress in particular caught her attention. Her mouth opened in awe as she looked at the delicate silver and blue masterpiece, marvelling at the way the colours seemed to mix and mingle and become one while still maintaining complete separateness. She shook her head. Visionary was perhaps inaccurate. Artist. Artist was a far better word.