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Post by Millie Cartwright on Aug 5, 2014 1:41:46 GMT -6
A warm artificial breeze made her long red hair glitter slightly as she moved along the path inside the green house. The hair color had actually gained popularity as a color for women to dye their hair after her "victory".
Her movements were slow and deliberate as she moved through what they were calling a rose garden this year. Last year this had been nothing but a room to cultivate flora for the grounds of the training center to make it look more appealing for the cameras.
She stopped as she walked past a small colorful section of primroses. All of them slightly different in color but growing together like that they looked beautiful. This is where she met Kimber and while the cameras were away most of the year she would sneak in and tend to these flowers or check on the old alcove in the library. But right now with the blood sport in full swing she wanted to be no whet near this building.
Unfortunately for her the Capitol had promised a lot money in return for her acting as a sponsor and mentor which she had been able to talk them into sending to the poorer districts in the form of aide so she had to at least make an appearance.
She sat down on a bench by the pond where she had formed the ill fated alliance just a year ago. She would wait here and if anyone came then they came. If not...
...well at least the districts would still get aide.
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Post by Olivier L'angel on Aug 5, 2014 14:35:11 GMT -6
Olive decided to spend her last day of freedom, if one could call it that, in the environment she likes best so she made her way to the closest thing she could find in the capitol, the rose garden.
She quietly opened the door, she brought her throwing knives and figured she would sit and just let her mind wonder whilst practicing small targets one last time, as she stepped into the wonderfully smelling room of flowers she almost walked right into a red haired girl, Olive didn't recognize her as a tribute and with her low interest for previous games she had no idea who this person might be, assuming she was a mentor (an precious winner) olive decided maybe she could get some final tips, Olive had always liked red heads they seemed smarter somehow...
"Hi, I'm Olive, who are you?"
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