classy or trashy {d1 opening ceremony}
Jun 8, 2019 12:48:38 GMT -5
Post by d9 kristof parks {ems} on Jun 8, 2019 12:48:38 GMT -5
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oblivion reigns
The motions are never ending, and looking perfect for the opening ceremony is important. First impressions last forever, and she's willing to go the distance. Perhaps prancing onto the stage was the first step into the right direction, but deep inside Oblivion has no desire for this.
Wide eyes dart over towards her district partner, and she's unsure of where to go or what to even say. The train ride was awkward enough, and now she's leaping through the Capitol breaking boundaries without a single care in the world. In one hand she holds a cup of water, and in her other hand is a roll. Food is important, but what is more important than that?
It takes a moment, yet she plops herself down in one of the chairs. Right now her fate is in the hands of her stylist as well as the mentors. Part of her wonders if they care, and it sends thoughts flying through her mind. Looking beautiful is important, but right now she just wishes she could run.
Taking a drink she turns towards Sullivan; "I wonder what kind of crazy clothing they'll try to make us wear." Her thoughts become words, but right now none of that matters since they're both in this together.
oblivion reigns
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The motions are never ending, and looking perfect for the opening ceremony is important. First impressions last forever, and she's willing to go the distance. Perhaps prancing onto the stage was the first step into the right direction, but deep inside Oblivion has no desire for this.
Wide eyes dart over towards her district partner, and she's unsure of where to go or what to even say. The train ride was awkward enough, and now she's leaping through the Capitol breaking boundaries without a single care in the world. In one hand she holds a cup of water, and in her other hand is a roll. Food is important, but what is more important than that?
It takes a moment, yet she plops herself down in one of the chairs. Right now her fate is in the hands of her stylist as well as the mentors. Part of her wonders if they care, and it sends thoughts flying through her mind. Looking beautiful is important, but right now she just wishes she could run.
Taking a drink she turns towards Sullivan; "I wonder what kind of crazy clothing they'll try to make us wear." Her thoughts become words, but right now none of that matters since they're both in this together.
table by Mattio <3
