Melissa adored parties. Like most Capitol citizens, the idea of elaborate gatherings where she could rub shoulders with the elite who would be able to push her career further. There wasn't a stylist in the business who didn't dream of being famous, to have a slice of being with the winning district. This year everyone was dreaming of being the next Bishop, whose cutting edge designs were as memorable as his winning tributes. She'd come to the party in high spirits in a black dress made of leather and robotics that ended just above her knees, with her hair a lovely pastel purple to off-set the harshness of the black dress. She wanted to look cutting edge in her fashion, but she didn't want to look harsh. That was so last year.
Not too long ago, however, the last living tribute from her district was taken out in a rather painful death that diminished her good mood quite a bit. She liked Ender, he'd had great spirit, and the whole noble hero act he'd been putting on in the arena was reminiscent of the fantasy shows she enjoyed watching on television when it wasn't game season. She had really hoped he would win, and for a while he had been a great contender.
"Elliot's right!" Melissa piped in as soon as she happened upon the other girls. She really enjoyed the company of both Lindy and Elliot. Both girls were incredibly bubbly; she knew their presence alone would surely cheer her up. It was such a disappointment to have such high hopes for your tributes only to have them crushed, but it wasn't something she wasn't used to. District 9 wasn't exactly known for pushing out winners. "Those designs were impeccable. And Elliot, you have to be excited. Your male tribute looks like he could take the prize this year!"