The Little Things Give You Away [North]
May 24, 2012 12:45:59 GMT -5
Post by laralarks on May 24, 2012 12:45:59 GMT -5
'Remember the little things, Cadence.'
Her voice niggled at the back of my head as I stood in the busy street, waiting for the man who was, at this point, only a name on a piece of paper. Christian Coffey. My finger swept over the text as I frowned slightly. I could feel my lips press together. He was older than most, younger than some, and altogether unremarkable on paper. But then, most of my clients were. They were all just men. Men wanting a taste of glory, or wanting attention from someone, anyone.
And most paid to get that.
My free hand smoothed the front of the teal dress covering my torso. It was a beautiful thing, made of a fabric that hung and shimmered like waves over my body. It was one of my favourites because the back hung low, showing off the slight visibility of my spine through my pale skin, and the ivy tattoos sprouting from my back like wings. It brushed my thighs just above my knees, and my slim legs continued down to be housed in a pair of matching heels. The Capitol is good for some things, I suppose. There was no denying the fact I felt beautiful every single day, though I had to fight tooth and nail to keep the traditional appearance I favoured. I couldn't bear the idea of dying my skin or my hair one of those garish colours.
Deep down, I'm still a District girl in Capitol clothes trying to blend in. I do what I can. I change my voice, my clothes, my attitude. But it's all still there. My eyes looked across the street to my favourite clothing store, and my lips twitched into a smile as I saw a ginger head busy at work. But District Cadence had to stay on the shelf today. I shook all thoughts of my friend out of my mind and walked a bit farther down the street and looked back down at the paper.
We were supposed to have met at noon on the dot, and it was now a little after. Perhaps I'd missed him. I gave the street a good look-over, and still saw nothing. My full lower lip caught between my teeth, and I shifted my stance slightly. The rules were I waited for fifteen minutes, and if he didn't show before then, I was to report back to Harold. That was a conversation I could do without.