A Leisurely Day at the Marketplace (Arctic, Rook)
Oct 2, 2016 20:15:29 GMT -5
Post by echolight on Oct 2, 2016 20:15:29 GMT -5
Corina glanced around the marketplace with her dark orbs slightly narrowed. The day outside was uncharacteristically cool for this time of year- October- and as such, everyone was bundled up in their warmest fabrics. Corina considered the irony of the situation; the Capitol splurged on the thickest, softest wools to warm them on cold autumn days, all endowed with the brightest dyes, just to impress their friends while the citizens of the district that created such fabric was forced to settle with the afterthoughts of cloth. Corina was luckier than most, though, she supposed. She was lucky enough to have a thick winter coat that served as warmth enough through these months and the snowy months of winter.
The market buzzed with activity akin to a busy beehive. Fabric makers swarmed about, buying their meager supplies of bread and other necessities with their less-than-ample pay. Meanwhile, Corina leaned on a wall at the entrance to the marketplace, simply loitering there because she had nothing better to do. School was out for the day and it was a relief to stretch her limbs rather than sit in a stuffy classroom and listen to a Capitol-appointed teacher praise the Capitol for its generosity and kindness. Since it was almost the time of the Reaping the teacher took to describing the Dark Days before the Hunger Games were established. Corina didn't buy it too much and was glad to be away from it, at least for the time being.
She continued to study the various patrons around the market as she lingered on the wall, wondering what each of their stories was, who their families were, did they have any family members lost to the Games? It was a macabre thought and so she pushed it into the back of her mind to think over later. Why think of the Reaping now? It would only result in poor sleep and night terrors. No good.
The market buzzed with activity akin to a busy beehive. Fabric makers swarmed about, buying their meager supplies of bread and other necessities with their less-than-ample pay. Meanwhile, Corina leaned on a wall at the entrance to the marketplace, simply loitering there because she had nothing better to do. School was out for the day and it was a relief to stretch her limbs rather than sit in a stuffy classroom and listen to a Capitol-appointed teacher praise the Capitol for its generosity and kindness. Since it was almost the time of the Reaping the teacher took to describing the Dark Days before the Hunger Games were established. Corina didn't buy it too much and was glad to be away from it, at least for the time being.
She continued to study the various patrons around the market as she lingered on the wall, wondering what each of their stories was, who their families were, did they have any family members lost to the Games? It was a macabre thought and so she pushed it into the back of her mind to think over later. Why think of the Reaping now? It would only result in poor sleep and night terrors. No good.
