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thecapitol2013-05-25 07:54 am
justoutrunyou) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-25 07:54 am
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Who: Sandy, Open to All
What: The little girl's been sneaking around late
Where: Anywhere in The Training Center, Particularly District 12 suite because that's where she's headed.
When: Late at night some random night
It's late.
Far late for most sane people to still be awake. Sure many parties in the Capitol go into the wee hours of the evening but most Tributes have to get their beauty sleep after all. There's lots of training to do, interviews to look good for. Might as well not force the stylists to contend with bags under your eyes as well as everything else right?
But in the dimmed lights of the Tribute's Training Center, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible, Sandy Marko of District 12 is creeping in some time after midnight.
It's a little odd, given that Sandy hates going to big parties that she would be out so late. And there's no WAY her stylist approved of the dark bland clothes she's wearing. However is she going to stand out at night wearing clothes that have the same color scheme of shadows and stone?
Shuffling along as quickly as she can and pulling the straps on her bag tight she makes a B-line for the elevator and the District 12 suite from wherever it is you've spotted her.
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Once the door to the District 12 suite is closed behind her the scrawny little girl sighs with relief and grins wickedly as if she just got away with something particularly mischievous.
Because somewhere out there in the great big city, she's made her statement and she's proud. Even if she knows it'll be washed away in a day or two.
Then again who knows...some of the bubble headed residents might think her art is neat and try to keep it for themselves.
The important thing was for a rare moment since arriving, Sandy felt like she was actually doing something productive.
What: The little girl's been sneaking around late
Where: Anywhere in The Training Center, Particularly District 12 suite because that's where she's headed.
When: Late at night some random night
It's late.
Far late for most sane people to still be awake. Sure many parties in the Capitol go into the wee hours of the evening but most Tributes have to get their beauty sleep after all. There's lots of training to do, interviews to look good for. Might as well not force the stylists to contend with bags under your eyes as well as everything else right?
But in the dimmed lights of the Tribute's Training Center, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible, Sandy Marko of District 12 is creeping in some time after midnight.
It's a little odd, given that Sandy hates going to big parties that she would be out so late. And there's no WAY her stylist approved of the dark bland clothes she's wearing. However is she going to stand out at night wearing clothes that have the same color scheme of shadows and stone?
Shuffling along as quickly as she can and pulling the straps on her bag tight she makes a B-line for the elevator and the District 12 suite from wherever it is you've spotted her.
******
Once the door to the District 12 suite is closed behind her the scrawny little girl sighs with relief and grins wickedly as if she just got away with something particularly mischievous.
Because somewhere out there in the great big city, she's made her statement and she's proud. Even if she knows it'll be washed away in a day or two.
Then again who knows...some of the bubble headed residents might think her art is neat and try to keep it for themselves.
The important thing was for a rare moment since arriving, Sandy felt like she was actually doing something productive.
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But when she heard the threat she smiled in amused disbelief. She even found her cheeks burning a little.
"H-heh...thanks Ashley. I'll sleep easier knowing you've got my back even in dreamland."
They'd come a long way from calling each other names in the training room.
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A long way indeed, Pruna went to leave the bathroom. "I will be seeing you in the morning."
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Sandy let her leave first and reached up to wipe the fog off the mirror. Tonight had been.... exhilarating! She had successfully put together a disguise and for the first times in months she had felt anonymous and invisible again. Years of trying to fly under the radar back home had helped. Not only that but she'd gotten her wall tagged, gotten back to her hiding place, out of costume and home without being caught!
And now they were making allies, plans. Things that felt so much better then sitting back and waiting to be saved.
There was danger, and she was still running, but she was less afraid.
Maybe there was something truthful about Pruna being scarier then the fears she carried in the back if her mind.