#thecapitolchild

Over forty years of breathing in the pollutants from District 3’s many factories has damaged Beetee’s respiratory system. He carries an inhaler of medicine to ease his breathing when necessary.

     Gale is fueled by anger. After the rebellion it is all that he has left. He doesn’t feel happiness, he doesn’t feel joy; he feels anger. Every waking minute. If it’s not anger than it’s sorrow and sadness.      When that bomb hit, it ended his life basically. He wished everyday that it was him that was hit, not Prim. Anyone but Prim. A n y   o n e .

Olesya was nervous about the party at Snow's mansion. Sure she had a lovely dress, and helped make many of the others she would see, include the one for Violet. She wasn't allowed to come alone. She had to go as Julius Myrea's date.  He had been her first client, and kept coming back. Shaking her head of all the unpleasantness, she smiled brightly at him, as he offered to help her out of the car.  Once out of the car, she looped her arm through his own and chatted with acquaintances as they walked into the mansion. Making small talk with him, she subtly searched the ball room for any of her friends. No such luck, however. After a dance on the floor,  she caught sight of Violet, and smiled.  "Violet, darling. How lovely you look, like you belong in the sky."  She said as walked over to her, leaving Myrea behind.

Olesya Reynar

I am glad my threads give you feels. Mission accomplished. :D

                    "--- I don't see why I have to dress up coming to this hell hole. They all know what I look like, so why make myself stand out more?"

Jonathan grunted as he launched the axe forward, watching it with a pleased smirk as the metal dug deeply into the tree upon contact. His ears twitched and he spun around at the sound of footsteps. "What?"