STING. DISTRICT 10 > ——— ⚡︎——— < Sting smirked as he gazed into the mirror, everyone rushing around him to add finishing touches. Who was this stranger standing before him? It couldn’t be his own reflection. It felt too. . . Distant. He felt a sudden wave of melancholy. Everything just. . . Stopped. Time and earth stood still as he spoke to himself, picturing his future. He could see his idyllic lifestyle as the victor of Round 12. The pride and joy of district 10. A flash of realization hit him like a stone. His stylist was speaking to him! Clearing his throat, Sting lifted his head slightly and regained his calm composure. “ care to repeat? ” he smirked, eyes glittering with amusement. The stylist rolled their eyes, responding with a tongue of snark “ Do you like your outfit? ” they meowed icily, clearly done with it all. The tribute turned his head to look into the mirror again. “ yes. Very much ” he nodded, waving them away. His outfit was simple to most, but hit home for him. He wore a dark maroon cape with a line of white fluff at the bottom. He was adorned with a simple cowboy hat, tacky to many. It’s belonged to his late father, it’s almost a relic with how old it is! His family were all just simple farmers, originating from humble beginnin- no. Stop. This wasn’t his one man show. Getting in this remorseful mindset would ruin his attitude. Discourage him. He had to stay strong. Abscond his true thoughts. Next thing he knew, he was being rushed to the stage entrance, tripping over his own paws. Stepping onto the sleigh as it pulled in front of them, Sting let out a shaky breath “ Dazzle them “ he whispered to himself. “ leave them all defenseless “ > ——— ⚡︎——— < As the sleigh pulled forward, the roaring crowed drew closer. As swarms of cats sat in the seats of cheering loudly, Sting smiled politely, waving a paw elegantly. He truly didn’t care for all of this. . . glamour. Noticing the camera filming him, Sting dipped his head, “ Hello Panem, “ he meowed gallantly, turning his head to face the crowd “ I will not let you down! “ the tribute nodded, smirking slightly. This was his chance. His chance to amaze the sponsors. Under his maroon cape lay an underlining of vibrant silk, one certain to catch your eye. It also held a small pouch, great for holding small goodies. With a paw, he grabbed small bee charms. Throwing the metal charms into the crowd, Sting lifted his head to speak to the audience “ happy holidays everyone , a gift from district 10! “ he announced, tossing more charms into the bustling crowed of wanting paws. On the back, they wrote “ Sting, hailing from district 10. Favored to win ! ” Maybe this would help get a sponsor. Either way, he hoped he would be remembered. > ——— ⚡︎——— <
