Art might be added soon - - - "So," Viper said to herself, feeling electric as she was led to her carriage. She came face-to-face with the two beautiful jet-black horses which would draw it. "So. This is real." Viper Thistleclaw wasn't proud to say that she was a Career. Training to come here was a mistake she realised years ago, and year after year, when the friends she made never came back. She needed to win for them, and for that she needed the Capitol's approval. She stepped onto the carriage carefully, so as to not displace her cloak. It was white like the snow on the ground, and was made from fine silk adorned with red and green ribbons. Her stylist had chosen to paint her as an angel. /For now,/ she thought with a smirk. She wore lenses so that one of her eyes was icy blue, and the other was a striking red. Fitting, for a naturally heterochromatic cat. She was startled by the horses' sudden movement and quickly composed herself as she was pulled through the entrance. Immediately, she was greeted by applause, and she loved it. She was never one to be afraid of the spotlight. Smile, wave, curtsy, repeat. Just like she had rehearsed. She made her movements graceful and innocent. She felt that the time was right. Standing tall, she suddenly tore the cloak off from around her neck and threw it onto the carriage floor, and stood on top of it. The white fabric caught the light and illuminated her. She couldn't hide her smirk when gasps rang out across the crowd, for she was no angel. She felt like herself, wearing a brick-red leather jacket with gold chains over a black shirt and pants. Hidden in the corner of the carriage was a helmet made to resemble a Peacekeeper's, only it was red. She put it on. Viper Thistleclaw, a Career from the masonry and peacekeeper district, was not here to play nice.
