With a lack of head stylist around District 1 these days, Barbie had to rely on what he could find himself. Normally, this was fine with him as he preferred the more toned down capitol fashion (something closer to what the district's wore) but since his decision to start playing back towards that reputation he'd gained when he'd actually been pro-Capitol, he'd started dressing a little more Capitol as well. Which meant closet-diving through his old stuff and sticking to the gold theme that had partly earned him his 'Golden Boy' reputation.
Today's Capitol atrocity was an odd one but ultimately tame for some of the other things he owned and it paired nicely with a pair of leather pants that seemed a little more fitting for the chosen theme.
A chosen theme that he could hardly believe he was looking at. The decor, the tribute's outfits, the chains...everything screamed prison and 'you belong to us' and he couldn't help but stare at it as he sipped his drink (one he wished was stronger.)
"They're getting a little heavy-handed these days, aren't they? I guess branding wasn't a good enough indicator of intent..." He said it to himself, but anyone near enough would likely catch it. Hopefully it wasn't anyone too important, he hadn't really meant to say it out loud.
Either way, after he shakes off his seeming entrancement of his surroundings, he finds the nearest pleasant face and turns to engage them, that trademark brightly golden and political-fake smile that used to be the heartthrob of interviews, on his face.
"Quite a party, isn't it? They really stuck to the theme on this Crowning, didn't they?" It was about the nicest thing he could think to say and it was shallow enough to make the small talk necessary for appearances.
Barbie--Open
Today's Capitol atrocity was an odd one but ultimately tame for some of the other things he owned and it paired nicely with a pair of leather pants that seemed a little more fitting for the chosen theme.
A chosen theme that he could hardly believe he was looking at. The decor, the tribute's outfits, the chains...everything screamed prison and 'you belong to us' and he couldn't help but stare at it as he sipped his drink (one he wished was stronger.)
"They're getting a little heavy-handed these days, aren't they? I guess branding wasn't a good enough indicator of intent..." He said it to himself, but anyone near enough would likely catch it. Hopefully it wasn't anyone too important, he hadn't really meant to say it out loud.
Either way, after he shakes off his seeming entrancement of his surroundings, he finds the nearest pleasant face and turns to engage them, that trademark brightly golden and political-fake smile that used to be the heartthrob of interviews, on his face.
"Quite a party, isn't it? They really stuck to the theme on this Crowning, didn't they?" It was about the nicest thing he could think to say and it was shallow enough to make the small talk necessary for appearances.