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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 flamboyant and grand than the previous years, and the capitol avenue shuddered with unadulterated excitement as the Capitol crowd readied themselves to see their favourite victors once more.
They'd always loved the parade, feasting their eyes on them all like dolls in need of dressing up. Meanwhile, Lucy remained decidedly bored, and found herself tugging at her leather harness in annoyance.
For all of Weiss's complaints, the stylist had not come up with an alternative to leather, presenting her with a chiffon gown, complete with a ruffled sheer skirt, a loose halter neck, and a tight leather harness to secure around her hips. Her look had been finished off with a pair of knee high leather boots and a riding crop that was so inconveniently long, she kept accidentally poking Skinner's face with it.
But Skinner's discomfort did not stop there, for he had been dressed in a threadbare black tank top and a long leather cape that dragged against the floor behind him. His legs, littered with scars, had been covered with a pair of opaque stockings, and to finish his look, he wore a knee-length flared plaid skirt.
The pair made their way out to the chariots together, wearing twin frowns, as Weiss and Coco stumbled after them, hurriedly placing matching stetsons upon their heads. Skinner and Lucy shared an unimpressed look as she made to readjust their hats.
"Just be happy he didn't put us in cow print" Skinner grumbled.
"Or make us go nude. Four's stylists have put Finnick in a fishing net and a loin cloth"
"Been staring at him, have you?"
She simply ignored him, once again distracted by her constricting attire. "What's the point of the parade anyway," Lucy groaned, allowing Skinner to help her up to the chariot, "we have the Girl on Fire here, after all" her tone dripped in sarcasm.
"Believe me, she has nothing on you. You look beautiful" his earnest look almost made the leather corset worth it.
Their chariot was led by a pair of horses, both chocolate brown with curling black manes and pale feathering, trimmed shorter than the shaggy work horses they kept in Ten. It checks out that the Capitol would take something functional and try to make it pretty.
As they came upon the chariot, the pair were greeted with a view of most all of the other victors, cataloguing each tribute with interest. Blight and Johanna were ahead of them, distinctly tree-looking, and off to the side, Chaff and Seeder were heading toward their own chariot. The latter two had always been more a part of Yarrow and Fern's generation, a little older and wiser, and not so bothered with the drama of the younger victors. Despite this, Lucy offered Seeder a polite nod and a small smile, reminded of the older women at Ten's markets who sold their wares with rattling hands.
