what's poppin // rave
Jun 6, 2020 3:46:21 GMT -5
Post by charade on Jun 6, 2020 3:46:21 GMT -5
k a t e l y n .
Darker times will come and go
Times you need to see her smile
And mothers' hands are warm and mild
It had been a few days since the last time Katelyn had attempted to traverse Style Street. The meeting with that unfortunate avox had unnerved her on every level, and it had taken time for her to collect herself. Thankfully, this time the day she picked had quite a few less people out and about, and she’d only had to stop and take pictures with someone three times. It was nice, being old news.
Although, the tabloids were bringing her name back into it, wondering aloud if Beck would pull a Katelyn for his first quell, looking back at Kirito fifteen years on and discussing past quell twists. Annie’s name cropped up a fair bit too.
She felt bad for Beck.
The first year back was always the roughest when it came to media attention. And with there being two career victors in a row, even without them being from the same district, the media was eager to parade Beck and Ridley around, remind everyone that careers did it better. They were the ones that were supposed to win after all, never mind how frequently the lower districts subverted that narrative. She supposed the sooner they buried any lingering public sentiment for Kass and Nico, the sooner there would be officials breathing easier. She found the place quickly enough; or at least she thought she had. Directions had never been Mace’s strong point.
“Uh, hello?” she said, the bells on the door jingling behind her as it closed. “I’m looking for Sampson? Is that you?” She’d been given a rough description, but really, Capitolite outfits tended towards the extravagant and the outlandish, and after a while all the faces blurred together. “I’m looking to order a new wardrobe while I’m staying in the Capitol.” She smiled uncertainly. This was—she was out of her element. As long as this place wasn’t another Tributes and Tokens… she shivered, pushing that thought away.
In general, the clothes she purchased were from small mom and pop stalls in the district eleven market. Not to mention that she was more at home in the outfits she wore working in her garden. Jeans, for one. She preferred simple, functional outfits over clothing that made a statement. But she wasn’t at home, and there was only so much time she’d get to spend with Opal before the games were over.
And she wanted that time to be memorable for the both of them.