*cough cough* uncreative idea moment ;-; and also procrastination moment ehe and also cringey title - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bluebell is wearing a blue flower behind her ear (though not an actual bluebell, because the designers thought they were too droopy). Around her neck she wears a thin white silk scarf, which she had hoped would keep the cold out, but unfortunately is terrible at doing that. She has a dress that reaches to the ground, made out of a scratchy and obviously cheap material, but looks flashy enough. Her train car is painted blue (but obviously, that's hard to see). There's a little surprise waiting for her though... * * * Bluebell stood in her train car, feeling the strange emptiness around her she had always known. It was far too quiet, and far too cold, and she could feel a sort of discomfort that came with the isolation. With a jolt, Bell realised that the train was moving. It was starting. Was she prepared? Absolutely not. She could feel the train rumbling across the tracks, thrumming a beat she could feel with her paws. She breathed in the cold air, and strained to look into the fog, to see someone. But all she could make out were shadowy figures judging her. Here she was, doing nothing, putting on absolutely no show. Yet, how could she, with the kind of courage she had? So she shied away into the back corner of her carriage, away from all the onlookers. If no one liked her, and everyone saw her as the timid fool in the blue train car, she told herself she didn't care. Tears threatened to escape, yet she knew this was not at all the right situation to start sobbing. Why was she so... sensitive? Then she noticed, in that back corner, a small switch was on the wall. It was an odd place to put a light switch, inside a train, but as she extended a paw to flick it on, she knew that she was hoping with all her might that it would unleash something spectacular, something that might save her face. A small click was heard only by her, and she definitely saw something light up out of the corner of her eye. Slowly walking to the edge of the train car, she looked up to see the side of it completely illuminated by white fairy lights. "I didn't know they put those on there..." she muttered to herself in awe. They could have at least told her. The fog seemed to shy away from the light, and Bluebell could see her audience more clearly, and she let out a beaming smile. As the train continued to lug along its train cars, she let her head out the side of her train car, feeling the cold wind in her fur. It dislodged the flower she had so carefully tucked behind her ear, and it floated away. //It wasn't even a bluebell// she thought, relieved to no longer feel its presence. Out of all the cats zooming by, Bell thought she caught a glimpse of Sundew, from Sundew Scoop, standing in front of a camera. Was it recording her? But, quick as a flash, the train moved on, and Sundew faded into the fog. She turned to face the incoming wind, taking in a big breath and laughing as the air seemed to voluntarily enter her lungs. Her scarf flapped behind her, and in that one moment, the Hunger Games were worth it.
