ᴡʜᴏ: PRUDENCE WARREN & OPEN ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: LOUNGE, TRIBUTE TOWER ᴡʜᴇɴ: MORNING, PRE-TRAINING
Prudence had always been an early riser. Perhaps this could be attributed to her upbringing – strict schedules paired with a lack of natural sunlight meant that early starts were an easy habit to slip into. She would relish in an hour of peace and quiet before the rest of the district was awake – taking the time to tend to her hobbies before being squashed into her daily routine. Maybe this is why, even now, after two years adjusting to the far more lax environment of the Capitol, Prue finds herself wide awake before dawn, itching to start her day proper.
She doesn't wish to wake the other inhabitants of the eleventh floor ( particularly not her tributes... she wouldn't deprive them of something so vital as sleep at a time like this ), so she heads downstairs to one of the communal areas, bringing a half-finished outfit for the interviews with her. She sits underneath one of the bright, artificial lights of the tribute tower, squinting at the fabric as she painstakingly sews sequins onto it. Part of her thinks it's silly, how much she has found herself caring about her role as stylist – knowing full well that's not the reason she's really here. The mockingjay symbol had sent shockwaves through the tower – but now all she could do was wait. This felt like the calm before the storm.
She isn't expecting anybody else to be here this early, and so she startles at the sound of approaching footsteps, head quickly rising from her work and towards the newcomer – "Oh, hi." She says, offering them a small ( albeit, slightly strained ) smile. "Thought I might be the only person down here this early."
