Chibi-Usa (
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Who| Chibi-Usa, OPEN
What| Chibi-Usa's got a date she has to wait for.
Where| The Training Center Lounge
When| Sometime post-Valentine's Day
Warnings/Notes| Adorableness. Maybe. And some possible angst.
She was not looking forward to tonight. Apparently, she was going on a "date".
Unlike certain other Tributes' dates, however, this one was a play-date. Some rich person wanted some photo ops with her and their son, so Chibi-Usa was suddenly brought to her stylists and shoved into a adorable dress that the citizen wanted to see her in. They did her hair as well, spraying the rose curl braids in her hair red and black to match her dress.
It felt gross. Being hocked off to kids for publicity, especially when she had a real boyfriend back home. With an annoyed flop, she sat in one of the main lounge chairs, looking sulky and dejected. Yeah, she knew she'd have to play the part of a smiling, happy girl when her "date" arrived; princesses knew how to schmooze with the best of them. And she had to admit, she liked the dress.
She just really hope they didn't poison her food too.
What| Chibi-Usa's got a date she has to wait for.
Where| The Training Center Lounge
When| Sometime post-Valentine's Day
Warnings/Notes| Adorableness. Maybe. And some possible angst.
She was not looking forward to tonight. Apparently, she was going on a "date".
Unlike certain other Tributes' dates, however, this one was a play-date. Some rich person wanted some photo ops with her and their son, so Chibi-Usa was suddenly brought to her stylists and shoved into a adorable dress that the citizen wanted to see her in. They did her hair as well, spraying the rose curl braids in her hair red and black to match her dress.
It felt gross. Being hocked off to kids for publicity, especially when she had a real boyfriend back home. With an annoyed flop, she sat in one of the main lounge chairs, looking sulky and dejected. Yeah, she knew she'd have to play the part of a smiling, happy girl when her "date" arrived; princesses knew how to schmooze with the best of them. And she had to admit, she liked the dress.
She just really hope they didn't poison her food too.
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He approached her carefully and smiled happily at her, hiding any hint of his concern. "You look like you'd fit right in with a bed of flowers," he complimented.
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"I don't feel like a flower right now."
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"How do you feel?" he asked, worried about her.
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Which was an understatement. She was scared, lonely, nervous, worried, sad...but she wasn't going to say that out loud. Not out here, not to this guy. Even though in a way it was probably obvious, from the way her eyes shifted to the ground.
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"...Do you really mean that?"
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