rosabelle's stomach lurched as the train started forward, the smooth motion carrying the tributes out into the view of the capitol. her stomach lurched again, though this time from nerves, not movement. she plastered a fake smile onto her face, reminding herself internally that this was important if she wanted to survive. she let the fake smile become real and waved out at the crowd, even blowing a few kisses. as the parade ended, she could only hope she might have gotten some sponsors on her side.
