"In the end even gold goes grey"
They say District 8 is the most rebellious district. Their Victors are a good example of that.
In which a Victor from District 8 isn't supposed to have relationships but grows closer to a Victor from District 4.
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Bex was more than happy that she was kept in the factory. She assumed that Coin believed she was the safest there, she was surrounded by things she knew, she knew fabrics. Cait had asked her to sew patches into the Victor's new jumpsuits that were being sent around.
It was an easy task, but the patches were simple, they weren't interesting in the slightest. Bex had to change that, subtly, but she could.
So that's what she did, she sewed the boring patches onto the front of the jumpsuits but inside the cuffs, she started to sew something different, just designs that appeared in her mind, linking to each of the Victors District.
Branches and green for Blight. Blue patterns for Finnick and so on. It was probably the best distraction from her brain. Whilst sitting at her station she was relaxed.
Most of the staff avoided her entirely when they left the factory, but Bex was in the flow of sewing now, she'd leave when she was ready. Once she had finished Beetee's jumpsuit, she folded it and put it on the pile with Cashmere and Cecelia's.
But then a knock made her look, she expected it to be Blight picking her up again, but it wasn't. There stood the most complicated man in her life, Finnick Odair, "Hey." Bex said as she cut a piece of blue thread.
Finnick seemed a lot happier than when she last saw him, "So this is where you've been placed. I was in the kitchen with Nash this morning. And he didn't stab me, so that's progress." He sat down on her desk, picking up the jumpsuit with Beetee's name on
"Cuff." She told him.
He did as he was told and folded up the cuff, he smiled at the coloured design in the cuff, white and grey in the shape of lightning, for electricity, "Can't take District Eight out of the girl, huh?...you doing this for all of them?"
Bex shook her head, "Just ours. The Victors. It stops my hands shaking, you know?"
Finnick just nodded as he folded the jumpsuit and put it back on the pile, "You, Miss Dreesen have been avoiding me. Aside from the cafeteria, I haven't seen you."
