maelstrom’s parade whaha

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{ Hello- this is neither “skin” nor “maui.” There are three people listed in this account’s about me, and I am the third account lol. I was working on this + the reaping so I haven’t rped much. But, if you want to rp just ask :] I’m very new to scratch and digital art lol. This was my first time drawing digitally, so feedback is appreciated lmao- thank you maui for showing me around medibang paint!! I rp Maelstrom of District 2!! He’s Thistle’s younger brother. :) Onto the parade! } ////// “I’m ready.” Maelstrom looked the stylists right in the eyes as he spoke. The three of them whispered quietly amongst themselves—probably about any final touches they could add. Critiquing their work. Sharing concerns. After all, his outfit was quite simple compared to the ones other tributes were probably wearing. But if everything went to plan, he’d make a great first impression. Stun the crowd. One of the stylists- an amber-eyed goliath, probably the lead stylist- gave Maelstrom an unsure glance. “I don’t even think they’ll get the reference,” he whispered to the others. Maelstrom only laughed. “I’ll make sure they do. And don’t call my sister a ‘reference.’” The amber-eyed stylist- whatever his name was- only sighed. “We’ll be watching closely through the broadcast. When it’s the right time—” Maelstrom cut him off. “Alright, alright! I get it. Just get me outside already.” ———— On its own, what Maelstrom was wearing wasn’t anything special. A simple leather jacket. Black earrings. And maybe his outfit glinted in the light- only a little. Wearing only that, he surely wouldn’t stand out among the other flashy tributes. That’s why the stylists decided to call upon their past works. They were at a loss on what to give him. But when Maelstrom told them he was Thistle’s brother? The float lurched forward and dragged the tributes along, whether they were ready to face the crowd or not. Waves of loud cheers flooded Maelstrom’s ears, more of a buzz than coherent words. Some chants were already sprouting- of course, it must be the District 1 tributes. They must’ve worn something flashy. Eye-catching. Crazy. As the floats continued their lazy stroll, Maelstrom rolled further into the crowd. Beside him, cheers were still erupting—most not for him. His districtmates probably caught the attention first. And that was fine. He could only pray that the stylists were paying attention too. Still, hundreds of eyes looked right at him. Whispers erupted through the crowd- haven't they seen someone like him before? The outfit was oddly familiar. Maelstrom laughed to himself as his float entered the heart of the crowd. Now would be the time. His gaze swept over the crowd, all cheering and chanting. He could make out his own name among the shouts- really? When he wasn’t doing anything? How shallow. Suddenly, he felt a tingle on his back. Thank god—the stylists went through with their promise. The crowd went utterly silent- but only for a moment. Large, dragon-like wings erupted from his sides, spreading high above the tributes. Surely that would be an attention-getter. Then, cheers exploded into deafening roars. The crowd burst into chaos. Maelstrom could just make out some vague words- “OH MY GOD—” “Is that her brother—” “She’s back!” “Maelstrom! Maelstrom!” Maelstrom /loved/ the reaction. Finally—all eyes were on him. The crowd cheered almost impossibly louder, screaming his name as the floats carried onwards. “Didn’t expect such a welcoming crowd- what, did I catch your attention?” Laughs burst from the far reaches of the crowd. He only smiled and continued. “Yeah, yeah, I get it- Thistle’s is back, but this time it’s her brother. How cliché! But I assure you—” Maelstrom swept his gaze over the crowd one last time— “This time, it’ll be more interesting.” ---- That’s all- I think I did decent enough.