Deniera had heard stories about life in the Capitol growing up from her step-father. They fueled her dreams for years and she always believed that she would eventually make her way to the Capitol, somehow. She never imagined she'd be reaped as a Tribute. It was a possibility that occurred to her once or twice as a child, of course, but with the start of the Neverending Quell, it was a worry that had been lifted off her shoulders.
The little she's seen of the Capitol since she's gotten here is everything she's dreamed of. It's not that her quality of life in District 8 was poor (she can't remember the last time she went to bed hungry like the other children in her District), but this is all so much more and she can't even go out and enjoy it. Which is why she keeps finding herself on the main floor when she isn't busy training. It's the closest she can get to the city outside without getting in trouble for trying to leave (tempted as she may be).
She doesn't mean to be that weirdo, but she can't resist trailing after the people who pass through, trying to mimic how the people of the Capitol walk or see what her (potential killers) competitors look like in person.
Deniera, D8
The little she's seen of the Capitol since she's gotten here is everything she's dreamed of. It's not that her quality of life in District 8 was poor (she can't remember the last time she went to bed hungry like the other children in her District), but this is all so much more and she can't even go out and enjoy it. Which is why she keeps finding herself on the main floor when she isn't busy training. It's the closest she can get to the city outside without getting in trouble for trying to leave (tempted as she may be).
She doesn't mean to be that weirdo, but she can't resist trailing after the people who pass through, trying to mimic how the people of the Capitol walk or see what her (potential killers) competitors look like in person.