PARADE A little (who was she kidding, a lot) anxious for the parade, Henry allowed her stylist to help her up to the stairs to her chariot, which was adorned with lights. Before she sat down, a box of “fake matches! 6 color assortment!” was slid to her. Unable to locate who had given it to her, she picked it up and tucked it in her pocket. “3,2,1.” She counted quietly. As the parade began, she smiled. “Showtime.” Immediately, capitol fans began cheering, ridding her of any humbleness she had began with. She waved, twirling around to show off her outfit. Her paws were home to flashlight bands that had been attached, sending beams of light to the capitol, encouraging them to wave their glow sticks and camera light in a similar fashion. Smiling, she stuck a hand out of the chariot, high-fiving children and adults alike. As she began to ride out of view, she realized she hadn’t had a chance to use any other props, it had been over so quickly, or so she thought. Through the curtains, more fans awaited, almost as loud as the previous. However, when she attempted to high five one, his paw passed right through hers. Some stood, eating corn dogs and other festival food. Others were with friends or family, jumping up and down or dancing to the blasting music with echoed through hidden speakers. Cold blue eyes peered at her with interest, they seemed familiar. Feeling the need to amp up the excitement, she opened her locket, and immediately her outfit began to glow in the darkness. The flame that had been drawn on her burned the brightest, and glow in the dark dust was released into the crowd, zooming around harmlessly. The crowd went wild, and Henry struck a match, it burned an ice blue, similar to the eyes of the cat who scribbled furiously. Holding the match high, Henry took a deep breath. “I am Henry Solis Jr, and while I’M here?” She paused for dramatic effect. “The party never ends!” She shouted into the crowd, the chariot making its way to the end. Before she had faded from view, she grinned and winked at the one with ice blue eyes. As quiet engulfed her, she could only hope she had wowed him and the rest of the crowd.
Pre parade/outfit : Henry winced as her stylist lined her bottom lid with shimmery orange. The sunset glow was a motif on the tribute’s outfit and body. Her ears were adorned with clementine and bloodstone jewls, making her look somewhat like a fruit, if she did say so herself. Thick mascara and amber contacts blurred her vision for a moment, but she shook it off, admiring her outfit in the mirror. She wore historic miner’s overalls, but a navy blue, compared to the orange that was normally worn. A knitted sweater made from fibers that she couldn’t identify, but were clearly made to replicate embers drooped down to her shoulders. A flame pattern had been drawn on her forehead. Henry caught herself admiring the work that had been done, and stumbled back, a bit embarrassed. Her stylists hurried over excitedly and placed a small locket in her paw. “Alrighty! Just clasp that, and whenever you need a bit of excitement, open it!” Before Henry could ask for some placing it around her neck stylists had ran off. Struggling a bit, she finally put it on.
