Tribute; Cain Cambiare II Fighter; Lilith Favor (abandoned)

The Reaping II A Dead Name is Called

As fate (commonly called the Capitol in these parts) would have it, Lilith was not safe for a moment. The announcement hailed a week of mystery and excitement, only telling citizens to gather at the town square, and that children twelve to eighteen were to be chosen. Lilith’s father tried to round up his family into a neat well-dressed unit, to impress the Capitol. Any acknowledgement of him from the Capitol would most likely send him to a premature death from the sheer excitement; so Lilith hoped he’d be singled out for any reason at all.  Literally anything was fine with her.

“I gotta grab my tie,” Lilith excused herself once her family was out of the house. Before anyone could get a word in otherwise, she left back for the house. It wasn’t often that she directly went against her parent’s wishes, but the suit they forced her into was the last thing she wanted to wear. She knew it made her look ten times more like a guy, something akin to torture. People would praise her for dressing like such a nice young man, but she wasn't. She was a ill-tempered young lady. A thousand or more people looking at her in the crowd and staring like they haven’t seen a girl before. Yes, she knew she still was fairly masculine, cutting trees didn’t leave many with a feminine physique in Seven, but strangers took it to a whole other level.

She stripped off the red shirt once she got back into the house, buttons nearly tearing  with the carelessness and fury she ripped it off with. In her room, in the back of her shared closet, was an old dress that once belonged to her mother. The dress was olive, a shade her mother hated on herself. It was an easy thing to slip past her, and it made Lilith look more like her ideal self. The dress cinched just under the breasts, giving even her a minute waist; also,  it fluttered to her knees and gave a sense of whimsy whenever she turned quick enough to have it swish.

The dress wasn’t the only thing in the back of her closet. Lilith had also managed to acquire some suede wedges, and quickly changed. There was one mirror in the shared room, and you best believe she was staring at it; at her reflection, at the girl she wished she could look like all the time.

Her short hair reached just below her chin, that was as long as she was allowed before she looked too much like a “hooligan”, but it was enough with the dress. Anything was enough with the dress.

Lilith was practically skipping out of the house, smile unrivaled by anything in existence. Keeping that wide smile would hurt after a bit, but Lilith was far too happy to care.  She tripped up a couple of times, but her shuffle was spirited all the way to what appeared the start of registration. Not that a kid could elect to not register, but that there was apparently something else you could sign up for. 

"Lil!" Xander called to her, still outside of the main square. Her twin hadn't made his way in without her, the rarely spent too much time apart. Partially because few elected to hang out with Lilith, and partially because they had always been together. They'd most likely stay by each other's sides to the grave, a fact that was perfectly fine with both of them. 

"Lilith," she corrected, heading over to him unable to resist playing with the hem of her dress. 

"Yeah, sorry." He smiled, leading the two of them over to registration. "Ya' know, you barely look like my twin when you're super girly like this." 

If it were possible to smile wider, Lilith would have. As it was, she only thanked him. "You gonna bet on how long I survive after pa sees me like this?"