Verily Nadel (knitwit) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-01-01 13:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! backstory, - capitol, escort: felix cloverhill, x-stylist: verily nadel |
WHO: Felix Cloverhill & Verily Nadel
WHEN: The 52nd Games
WHERE: The Capitol
WHAT: Hours upon hours invested in an appearance, but only minutes to die.
STATUS: Complete Drabble Log [Prompt - HOURS for Verily and Felix]
The reaping was where it began for everyone in the districts, really. A finality for the names drawn and their families, a sense of one year's relief for the rest. The Capitol seemed to enjoy the ceremony, and admittedly Felix was never in the city for Reaping Day any longer, but he had always had the impression that this was for them a preamble, a tiny bite sized appetizer to tempt the palate to life. Die-hard fans came to the train station to cheer their arrival, but for most, the Tribute Parade was the true starting celebration. Avant garde fashion at its finest, parties, pomp and circumstance and glamor to regale the children with.
And then - the cameras unfocused, the lights turned off, the associated staff filtered back through the tunnels and into the lobby of the living quarters, each contingent to their own floors. Felix had lingered, taking the opportunity both to size up other districts and possibly catch a word with Anita, but instead he spotted Nine's new stylist. Verily was collecting bits and pieces of costume discarded by tributes ill-used to being transformed into living works of art; a monumental undertaking of countless hours now rendered into litter. "Don't take it too personally," he offered, picking up part of what had been a headdress of considerable size.
Verily looked up from where she’d been lamentably fingering one of the many slim braids of cornsilk skirt that had just moments ago flirted above the knee of the female tribute from District 9. The girl had practically shredded it getting into it - after all, it was likely the finest thing she’d ever worn, how was she supposed to know how to treat such delicate fibers? - but Verily had been more willing to accept that abuse than she was this blatant disregard for her work.
“Of course not.” She smiled at Felix, but it was all teeth, gleaming bone-white between lips smeared goldenrod. Even if this was only one small part of her year’s employ, it was monumentally difficult not to feel unappreciated. Still, when next she spoke, her levity was genuine.
“If she tosses the dress I’m fashioning for her interview on the floor, though, I’m going to have an enormously ugly cry.”