oh, how she wishes
she could just be
who she once was
again...
PRE HUNGER GAMES - MOCKINGJAY
FEMALE OC X MALE OC
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(Current day)
Finch and Argo have already made their way down to the tribute training centre so Arella has some time to herself once again. The Capitol is well and truly at her disposal, most of the people here would give her anything she wanted, yet Arella never knows where to turn. The shops they have here are much more extravagant, large in size and full to the brim with designer clothes and handbags. She remembers the first day she wandered into one, the lady behind the counter beaming at her and giving her free dresses which she has since stashed away in the back of her closet back home.
"Arella!"
A small, and even somewhat genuine smile, slips onto her face as she walks into the small store. The curly haired woman stands beside some homemade dream catchers, hanging them from the ceiling so that they can be seen properly. Florence, and her store, had been a breath of fresh air to Arella. The woman is much more genuine than those who are slathered in makeup and dressed in ridiculous Capitol clothing, Florence doesn't see Arella as some sort of attraction but rather as a real person.
"Hello Florence," Arella greets in her usual soft tone, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear in order to keep it out of her face. "It's lovely to see you again,"
"It's been quite some time, darling. I was beginning to think you wouldn't be coming back," Florence climbs down the ladder and walks over, engulfing the girl in a tight hug. Arella hesitates for a few moments before returning the embrace, the coolness of her skin brushing against Arella's.
"I just haven't had time to venture out here. I thought perhaps I'd get something for my tributes again this year," Arella responds, pulling away.
Last year, Arella has gifted both her tributes a small dream catcher to hang above their bed and deter their nightmares. Shes not so sure it worked but it gave her peace of mind, soothed her worries a little. They weren't allowed to take them in the Arena but she had them boxed up and sent to their families. She sees Fawn Little's dream catcher hanging beside her front door back in District Five all the time, the wind blowing it about through the day.
"I was hoping you'd stop by, I already have two made up for you. A red one for the girl, blue for the boy. Also, I've got a new one for you to hang up as well," Florence smiles, walking around the counter to grab something from underneath.
She lays the box on the counter and pulls out the two items for Arella's tributes before showing off a beautiful white dream catcher. It's so intricately made, small snowflake details along the wood and small splashes of a lighter blue.
"It's beautiful," Arella breathes, running her fingers over it in awe. Half her house is full of trinkets and decorations she's bought from here, her sister had grown rather annoyed by them.
