the sheep's white fleece // alyssa
Jun 3, 2020 1:11:28 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2020 1:11:28 GMT -5
s a m p s o n .
"you are weak
but not foolish
you have learned
how to die."
They had been moving furniture around since they made it to the stylist station. It was cold in a way, yet so inviting and that may just be the destined tied to this room -- Sampson had worked twenty years to get here, for the status. For the praise, and they still felt so small in their mother's shadow.
The candle sticks on the wall were fake, probably a motif of the district one's elegance. Opulence in its plastic, it was all fake. Sampson couldn't stifle the laugh, the sneer of seeing what they worked so hard for -- district one was built around that whole idea. The careers would volunteer for their own trauma, for the fake jewels and golds and they had been so nervous five minutes ago.
Sardonyx's shadow would always be so much larger than them- they felt small in it, obscure. Pressure on the name and worry in their brows, it was all fake and they still cared so much for that approval. Watched every pregame, talked to Opal and heard of the stories -- they had seen Emmett Le Roux, a victor's cousin and attractive in his own strength.
And, "Jade Morin!"
Wide smile, jacket sleeves, Sampson was waiting there until she was ushered into the room. "Oh, I love your hair," they felt like they covered this eyes until this moment and finally were able to see that dream in Jade Morin. Their first tribute -- would the two of them be so lucky on their first try? Sailor had been.
So they decided, as they saw Jade, that the two of them would win.
"C'mon, come sit babe," they ushered Jade into the seat, eyes dilating as they looked into the bright bulbs in the room. The golden scale drapes of the chair scratched their palms as they pulled it out to welcome their tribute down. Their tribute, it felt so damn nice to say.
What's better than being successful, you know?
"Now, we've got a lot of work to do, but," they began moving away from the chair to pull the tweezers off the counter, "first things first, I think you need a celebrity name, get 'em talking." That, and some fresh eyebrows, they couldn't decide if Jade needed a slit in her right brow or not.
Hmm. They tapped the tweezers on their lips twice, sizing Jade's face up and thinking over everything. Everything at once, before pulling a velvet stool from the side of the station. "Sell your story, what makes Jade the one who lives?"
"Three words, they don't listen any longer than that."
They stare at her eyebrows when they take the seat.