Annie Cresta (
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string_theory2012-03-17 05:06 pm
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Life, Love And Playing Games
[Her stylists managed to corner her long enough to gloss her over and shove her into a pretty little blue and green dress, but the air here in the Capitol is so much thinner and cooler than she's used to that she's shivering despite the warm evening. She's sitting along on the steps of the Training Center, staring at the sky.]
I hate this place.
[There are people around. She isn't talking to any of them in particular. But she isn't worried about them overhearing her. Just a crazy girl talking to herself....]
I hate this place.
[There are people around. She isn't talking to any of them in particular. But she isn't worried about them overhearing her. Just a crazy girl talking to herself....]
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[Elias sank down on the step next to her, looking over the people rushing about in front of the training center, a mob of technicolor.
His stylist got him into a silk button down and black slacks, knowing Elias wasn't exactly going to go for anything over the top. His district didn't exactly have what anyone would call good stylist, but at least they tended to let him do his own thing, now.]
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