Worse then a hangover {Open}

"Whatever god exists, please can you kill me? Sparrow thought to himself as he sat in the parlor of a beauty shop, listening and watching his mother try on outfit after outfit for him. She looked like a child playing dress up. Her hair was in massive bright red curls, framing her face beautifully. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. Each look he simply responded with "Yes mother..." "You look lovely mother." He'd been doing this for over an hour and he was PRAYING to whatever god there was that something or someone would call him away. When she began chattering away and picking clothes for him, is when he bolted.

"Sorry mother! I need air!" he growled loudly, slamming the door. He quickly walked down the streets of The Capitol; well...more like stormed. Each person he met was glared at and they quickly moved out of his way. 5 minutes later, he found a quiet bench to sit on right across from the main building where the crest of Panem hung. "I wonder what the big wigs are up to today..." he mumbled.

He thought about "Popping in" on his father to see what he was up to. But that might cause some problems if it wasn't planned. You never simply "popped in" unless it was planned a few days in advanced. Sparrow reclined into his seat, pulling out some smokes and lighting one up.