run the world; celestials

Silk Gingham

Another bullseye. Silk stretched languidly and let her eyes roam across the training center. She’d found someone captivating to look at several minutes ago. A Le Roux. They were all the rage now, and while she could understand the fervor surrounding Ridley, she didn’t much care for the district’s newest victor. Honestly, most of the victors were a disappointment. She yearned for more victors that had the presence and class of Topaz Ross or Peridot Myler. Opal Earnest was an embarrassment and Justice was too, if a joy to look at.

Kind of like the Le Roux in the training center. Icarus, she thought. She’d seen his picture on television when they’d been talking about Ridley’s family. But that didn’t do him Justice, no, he had come hither eyes and a honeyed smile. Not to mention that jawline. She wasn’t sure what he was doing. Watching people train maybe, sizing up the competition. Nobody knew what the upcoming quell twist was going to be, but everyone wanted to be prepared. Was he a thinker then? A strategist? Silk wanted him. And what Silk wanted, Silk had a tendency to get. The important thing was to snatch him away before Nylon got a chance to sink her poorly manicured nails into him.

It was a shame that Nylon was her sister, because the girl had no class; thankfully, she was nowhere to be seen. Silk set the bow down carefully and walked towards him with mincing steps. And if he wasn’t interested in girls, then he could at least be a stepping stone to a different circle of society. The one she craved. He was related to a victor after all. Even if Ridley was lacking in class, that didn’t mean the rest of her family was.  He could be her ticket into fine dining, into ballrooms. The closer she got to the Capitol lifestyle the better. Silk closed the distance quickly and drew up behind him.

“You’re a step above most of the riff-raff around here,” she purred by his ear, letting her fingers trail along the back of his neck. “Icarus Le Roux, right? I’m Silk Gingham. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She moved alongside him. “I’ve been hoping to meet someone interesting; It’s just been so boring lately.” Silk examined her nails, keeping his face in her peripheral vision. “You’re not boring are you?”

That was the bait. Soon she'd learn what kind of fish she was reeling in, the kind she could sink her teeth into, or the kind she'd have to filet and then throw back into the water to bleed out.  To be a true career meant making allies, never friends. 

And when allies stopped being useful, you went in for the kill.