rust and bronze | shrimp
Dec 1, 2019 20:29:47 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on Dec 1, 2019 20:29:47 GMT -5
With Ravine's coloring book tucked in her bag, Kassandra wandered through the neat streets of District One. Their square was double the size of District Eleven and lined with more shops than she'd seen outside of the Capitol. There were sweet shops, bakeries, book shops, jewelers, and an artisan for just about everything.
It was like a diet version of the Capitol. People had odd names and wore nicer clothing, but they still looked like people.
Kass admired a storefront with different antiques in the window. She pushed the door open, the bell announcing her arrival. It looked familiar, but Kass couldn't put her finger on exactly what. She looked up at their walls that were adorned with old telephones and sewing machines. They had been refurnished and while the phones would never be allowed to be hooked up to anything, they looked beautiful.
Suddenly it clicked. She'd seen it on television a few years ago. A reporter with bright neon green hair had shouldered their way through the aisles shoving a microphone in the face of all of the family lined up to talk about a tribute.
This was the Sublino shop. Already touched by the Games, scarred by it. Suddenly Kass felt unwelcome within its walls and started for the door.
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