Mice were common creatures inside the homes of District Nine. A constant reminder of their failure during the rebellion. Originally released by their oppressors as a form of biological weapons, it wasn't uncommon to see their descendant's scurrying...
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The heavy amounts of silver coating Anona's team this year was starting to get on her nerves. Almost as much as the polka dots in general. If they were to suddenly burn off, the thirteen-year-old would probably cheer.
Sitting at the table, eating her rather lavish breakfast, Anona Dagan took the time to look around at her team.
Clari was in their usual over the top getup. Their silver wig was up high in the air, having a few mice similar to Anona's mutts sicking their faces or bodies out from the material. While they wore a grey polka dot gown with an empire waistline. Adorn with many jewels.
The bonus they had received thanks to Anona's victory last year was clearly put to good use. Making the teen rather curious how much more money Clari received than her. Obviously a lot considering her yearly salary couldn't even afford the white gloves her escort wore.
She then turned her attention towards the other members of the Capitol. Yasha and the male designer. Anona didn't know his name or want to for that matter. The less she knew, the better.
Yasha had overdone herself, wearing a reflective dress that just covered her rear. Made entirely of small circular mirrors. While the male's designer, wore the same material as a suit.
Anona then glanced at her mentors. She knew she should probably stop referring to them as that, considering she was now one as well, but calling them anything else seemed weird. What else could she have called the pair who helped her survive?
Jacob didn't bother to dress up, as usual. His outfit seemed to be wrinkled, being the same grey shirt with jeans he wore the night before. Pincer however seemed to have some care in his wardrobe. Be it by age, Anona thought. In a white collared button up and grey pants.
That's when she glanced at her tributes. Getting an uncomfortable sensation of déjà vu as her old uniform was placed upon these kids. Weird thing to say as Alyssa was older than her. Though Anona still saw her as one.
Children had innocents left inside of them. Anona had nothing.
She watched them eat their steak and eggs, meant to build up their protein. Eyes locked on the hand stitched number nine on their shoulders moving as the tributes brought the silver fork to their lips. The under armour shifted with each small movement that they made.
That's when she finally focused on her own body. At the outfit Yasha had already picked out for her. Eventually Anona would get to decide her own clothes like the other victors, but for now Yasha said she had to. Anona was still a shiny new toy.
