#alexander.prudence

alex huffs, as soon as he's off the stage, he's pulling jewelry off and tossing it to the side. somewhere safe, they swear they won't lose anything. but every bit of it felt stifling now and they just wanted it off. the lights, the cameras, caesar's blinding smile—it all reminded him of how much he hated the interview process. it was much easier when he was just coaching others through it. less so when he was the one on stage.

but that annoyance slips away when he spots prue nearby. the two of them had spoken only a handful of times but...he was already oddly endeared by her, enough so that her presence even gets a small smile out of him. "hey...uh, if you're looking for your district i think they are over there?" they point over their shoulder. "you did a good job, by the way. they look fantastic. you must be proud."

it was a miracle that alex hasn't paced a hole right through the floor, given that they had been walking back and forth for the past half an hour, it certainly wasn't for lack of trying. he didn't like how many new rules were being introduced in the games this year--no volunteers and then victors could volunteer and now they were being trained separately? it only added to his nerves.

they were so lost in their internal bitching thoughts that they almost didn't stop in enough time to avoid running over some poor soul who happened to wander into his path. almost. arms were outstretched to steady her, "shit...sorry--i was, uh...." yeah, they didn't really have a good excuse for almost running someone over. "--stylist, right?" not one for twelve but alex is fairly certain he saw her fixing outfits for...eleven maybe? during the parade, "please say you aren't looking for jett because then i have to help you find them and i'm kind of avoiding them at this current moment."