"Juniper Plinth, better known as The Serpent. Capitol favorite, she's their doll. She's a deadly threat, and most importantly, a career. Juniper is agile, sneaky, and quick, you'd never see her coming. She's one of the deadliest victors you'll ever...
The ship landed in small clearing in the middle of a bunch of trees on the edge of District Four. The giant door opened up, revealing the clearing to Juniper and Cashmere. They walked off the ship and took in the fresh air and sunlight, stretching a bit.
After them, Serenity Huerta walked off the ship. She wasn't wearing her normal flashy attire, she was wearing a normal outfit someone in District Four would wear, which wasn't her style at all. In fact, Juniper didn't even recognize it was her without all the makeup at first. She was going with them as their camera person. Turns out, she was actually interested in the rebellion... after some convincing.
Cashmere and Juniper had on their outfits, but they also had a black hooded cloak on. The two as victors would be more recognizable. Juniper held her guitar case in her hand, it wasn't hers, it was one District 13 had made for her.
"Well, are we ready?" Cashmere asked, putting her hood up.
"Are you sure we won't attract more people with these cloaks on?" Juniper asked, putting hers on.
"You will." Serenity said, being brutally honest. "But the peacekeepers will be looking for your faces, not someone wearing that. They also won't expect you to be wandering the streets of your district."
Juniper recognized the clearing they were in once they escaped the tree line. She noticed a familiar terrain, a familiar tree. Juniper led the two of them to the tree and stopped for a minute. She looked at the two rocky headstones and a more official looking one.
Cashmere and Serenity kept their distance, letting Juniper do whatever she needed. Juniper walked towards the headstones and placed a kiss on her hand, laying her hand on the ground between her two parents. She stood up and took a few paces to the other one.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF KAKALINA PLINTH
BELOVED GRANDMOTHER, MOTHER, AND FRIEND
The put her hand on top of the headstone and took a deep breath. Some part of Juniper still wanted to believe her abuela was gone. The very person who formed Juniper into who she was today. After she had passed, she didn't want to continue with anything. Snow's rules, her music, nothing.
Her grandmother always told her that looking backwards might be the only way to move forward. Juniper stood up and took a last look at the three headstones. This was the last time she would be here for a while.
"You ready?" Cashmere said softly. Juniper hesitated, but nodded. Turning around and walking towards the two.
The three made their way out of the clearing and Juniper led them to the market. Before stepping onto the main street, Juniper took a deep breath and began walking. The streets weren't as packed as they normally were.
