┊͙✧˖*°࿐ 𝐸𝑌𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 | ❛ they
never thought you'd make it this far ❜
the hunger games - 68th games
&& catching fire ... mockingjay
﹙ johanna mason x fem! oc ﹚
cover by @PittieLau
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┊͙✧˖*°࿐ IVY HAS NEVER WORN ANYTHING like this before. It's a foreign idea to her, and the material feels odd against her skin, softer and lighter than anything she's ever worn before. Her stylist, whose name she could not remember, has decided to tailor her costume for the Opening Ceremony around her name. Ivy has never liked her name more than she does now, she doesn't even want to think about the awful getup she could have been forced to wear if her stylist hadn't had taken something to base her ideas off.
She is wearing a long brown dress, that falls to the floor and trails a bit behind, that is covered in fake ivy leaves. Ivy assumes that the original idea was simply the brown dress, but the ivy adds an extra touch to it, and she hopes it will allow potential sponsors to remember her easier. She is wearing a cape, of sorts, that is attached to her shoulders and again at either wrist. Her hair is done in a simple braid down her back, with a few ivy leaves that are strategically placed in.
The whole concept is a little ridiculous — the riding around on Chariots thing, but Ivy supposes she has little other choice.
She walks with her stylist to where the Chariots await, with the eerie presence of two peacekeepers behind them. A few of the other tributes are already there, including Rye, the career pack, and a few others. The ordeal was to take place indoors, in a huge building that Ivy was sure she couldn't even imagine the amount of people that would be able to fit in there. The deafening cheers coming from where the Capitol citizens are waiting gives Ivy a good indication of the sheer amount of people that we're going to be watching them, shouting even though they hadn't even seen any of the tributes yet. Ivy tries to ignore it, and walks slowly over to her chariot, unused to walking in high heels, and stands next to where Rye is standing.
Rye looks undoubtedly nervous. His usually messy hair is gelled back so that it's out of his face, and Ivy notes that his outfit is similar to hers, with ivy plants covering his costume. Even the chariot matches, Ivy notes. Ivy plants are strung all across the front of it. It looks somewhat tacky, Ivy thinks, but she supposes that's exactly the sort of thing the Capitol would like.
"Hey," Ivy greets Rye with a warm smile as she steps onto the chariot. She can't help but feel sorry for the boy, she too is nervous but isn't showing it as much as he is. Ivy feels bad as she towers over the child. She has always been quite tall for her age, and in heels, she's even taller than the small boy, who couldn't have been much taller than five foot three. Rye smiles back at her, nodding his head in acknowledgement, but he doesn't say anything. Ivy cannot blame him.
Sylva and Thorne approach the two tributes, coming up behind them to offer them some final advice before the Chariot Ceremony is to begin.
