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Post by Ryder Castellan on Mar 22, 2012 10:18:52 GMT -6
  Ryder didn’t understand it. Not that he understood much of anything he did, but this particularly bothered him. Today was the day he was supposed to board a train and spend a week in District 3. But something had stopped him. Something made him want to go to the Common Area. It was a memory, he could tell that much. But it was fuzzy, like most of his memories before the day he showed up in the Capitol. It was mostly grey, with some pale yellow, and what looked like black. Ryder was getting frustrated again, like he generally did when he was trying to remember.
Recently, Ryder had been getting headaches. Headaches and flashes. The flashes seemed, at least to him, to be from someone else’s life. They were extremely vivid, and extremely short. Generally, they came with mind splitting headaches, horrible bursts of pain that made him fall to the ground screaming. That was strange for someone to do, even in the Capitol. He’d seen several doctors, and a healer or two, but aside from the obvious amnesia, no one seemed to be able to find anything wrong with him.
As he sat on the train on his way to the Common Area, he decided it would be best not to think about it. Instead, he pulled out his sketch book and turned to his most recent project: a male outfit for District 5. It was a black morphsuit, filled with glowing fiber optic cables to simulate electricity charging itself throughout the suit. There would be copper wires running through the fingers so the tribute could shoot lightning out of them. The entire thing would be run by both a solar panel and battery pack located on the back. That was part of the reason he originally intended to go to District 3: find some fiber optic wire. And to see if copper wiring could be used for clothing. If not, then he’d have to re-think his District 3 designs.
Finally the train stopped, allowing Ryder to disembark. He’d never been to the Common Area before, so it was a strange new experience from him. He tucked his sketchbook away in a canvas satchel that he’d managed to find in a really off-the-map shop in an older area of the Capitol, and began to wander the area. The place itself was built strangely, being more of an open-air villa than the small, compact apartments he was used to in the Capitol. And it had a beach. Ryder had only ever seen a beach twice, both times during his visits to District 4, and even then, he’d never actually been to one.
He was looking around for things to incorporate into designs for The Hunger Games, when he bumped into someone. He supposed he should’ve been paying more attention to where he was going, so it was really all his fault. Ryder took a step back, and said, sheepishly, “Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I understand if you totally hate me. My name’s Ryder Castellan and I live in the Capitol if you ever want to beat me to a pulp.” he said out of force of habit.
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Post by Carmen Pomona on Mar 22, 2012 14:20:07 GMT -6
  Carmen had enough. She had been on her way to plant the seasons seeds. Her mother and father were constantly talking about this years harvest, already. It was aggravating her to no end. They were so stuck in their old ways, the ways of the Capitol.
The apple orchards were starting to bloom. Gorgeous little flowers were popping up all over the trees. Carmen could hardly keep her eyes away from them as she neared the fields. The distant shade of the trees were calling to her.
She had decided today wasn't her day to plant. She figured that once everyone was busy and deep into their work she would slip away. She didn't quite understand why she had to plant anyway. She didn't get the food.
Her family was one of the poorest in District 11. Her mother and father had only had one child, her. Almost all the other families in her district had multiple children. That means they have more people to work. In the end they get more food.
Everyone had finally hunkered down. They were all absorbed into putting little seeds in the ground or picking weeds from the tilled earth. Carmen was pretending to pick weeds while the others were distracted. She was slowly making her way to an empty part of the field. Soon enough, she was off walking toward the trees.
Today she would go on a hike instead of just staring at the clouds. She knew her mother and father would realize she was gone. She didn't want to be some sitting duck waiting for them to come find her cloud gazing under a tree.
Her eyes slowly took in her surroundings. The trees were slowly dispersing and the area was starting to open up. Before she knew it she was walking next to a set of train tracks. They had to be far from the station though because they were in the wrong direction. So deciding it would be a good adventure she continued to follow them.
Before she knew it she had walked miles. A small ache was creeping up her sides. She knew she had been walking forever because when she started it was morning and now the sun was high in the sky. She was in a lovely area. Open and uniquely designed. The best thing though was the beach. An actual beach! Clear beautiful water as far as the eye could see.
Carmen was admiring the water, thinking that it was far better than clouds, when someone ran into her. “Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I understand if you totally hate me. My name’s Ryder Castellan and I live in the Capitol if you ever want to beat me to a pulp.” Came the nervous almost robotic apology as she turned to see a man standing before her.
He was handsome in a very feminine way. His hair was styled over one of his eyes, his clothes were obviously not from the District, but his eyes were purple! Carmen couldn't believe it! Purple! She stared dumb founded at him. Then she realized he must have been waiting for a response.
"Oh, its...ok." She replied sheepishly, "My name is Carmen Pomona, District 11." Carmen finished letting her hazel eyes, which at the moment were as green as the sea, fall the the ground enveloping her face in her hair.
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Post by Ryder Castellan on Mar 22, 2012 21:06:19 GMT -6
Ryder rubbed the back of his neck as the girl he’d just bumped into introduced herself as Carmen Pomona from District 11. She was actually really beautiful, at least aesthetically speaking, he had no idea what her personality was like, but details, details. He instantly set to work looking her over, trying to figure out what outfit she would wear if she were ever in the Games. All human regard for personal space shut down, and he wished he had a tape measure with him. Sadly, he would just have to work with what sketches he had, maybe even modify some of the existing ones.
He pulled out his sketch pad and instantly turned to a sketch he thought would fit this girl perfectly. It was big, poofy ball gown made to look like it was made of the petals from flowering apple trees. The petals flowered up from the waist to form the bodice, and the opposite direction to form the skirt. It was strapless, of course, and the white of the silk, which would be what the dress would be made of, would compliment her milky skin beautifully. Of course, the hair would be a bit of a problem. It would have to be brushed, of course, and then braided, put up into a bun. Finally, he’d top it off with an apple blossom hair piece, showing off the orchards of District 11.
However, the hair wouldn’t have been a problem if she were a bit tanner. He flipped to a design he’d been saving for a District 7 tribute, something he designed when he saw the female victor in the 3rd Quarter Quell, Johanna Mason, he thought her name was. Ryder wasn’t very good with names. He really didn’t care, it was the physical that mattered. The design he was looking at was what amounted to a set of female undergarments, just made of vines. There was a connector vine stretching across the midriff, and a pair of green leather boots. The brassiere was again, strapless. Very few of Ryder’s female designs weren’t strapless in one way or another.
He was sure he could modify it to fit District 11 if need be. It was right around then he realized he was overdue for a trip to that District, and made a quick note on his vine outfit page to visit District 11 sometime soon. He glanced back at the design, and then flipped through the notebook. Maybe the vines and ball gown could go together. The vines for the chariot ride, to portray an image of strength, and then the ballgown at the interviews for a touch of elegance. They’d want a well rounded victor. Ryder thought to himself.
“Do you tan?” Ryder asked, not actually looking at Carmen. He supposed if push came to shove, he could always use a bronzer on her, because the Apple Blossom Gown would only work if her skin was its current milky color. So maybe a real tan wouldn’t be ideal, because the Chariot rides generally came before the interview.
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Post by Carmen Pomona on Mar 23, 2012 12:34:54 GMT -6
Carmen was examining the pebbled ground. She was so shy that it was ridiculous. A guy was actually talking to her. That never happens. A particularly shiny rock caught her eye when she noticed the way this man was looking at her. What was his name again? Ryder, right?
Her gaze moved from the ground to his face. His odd purple eyes were examining her like an artist would look at a work in progress. To confirm that thought he pulled out a sketchbook and started flipping through pages. He kept looking at her for reference. Marking a page here and there.
Carmen had never had a guy look at her like that. Actually she had never had a guy look at her at all. She felt exposed. All of a sudden she wanted to cover herself. She had no idea what he was doing. It made her feel uncomfortable. Most girls would love to be examined by a Capitol boy like this. Not her, though.
Ryder stopped what he was doing and looked up at her, "Do you tan?" He asked looking back down at his book. Tan? Why would he ask that? Carmen looked at her light skin. She was very pale. It must have been from years of avoiding work and hiding in the shade. She definitely didn't look like the beautiful bronze girls of her district. Still, why would he care about her skin?
"Well No, I guess not. I usually just sit in the shade. Why?" She said not able to hide her curiosity. Her eyebrows arched up inquisitively. It was oddly easy talking to him, like talking to one of her imaginary people. His odd eyes must have made it easier to believe he didn't really exist.
She imagined that he was a handsome wizard from another world. He was thinking of what to change her into for clumsily touching him. Only royalty could touch him. Her eyes faded as her thoughts drifted into her dream world. Her mind painted the purple eyed Ryder in ancient robes of deep purple to match his brilliant eyes.
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Post by Ryder Castellan on Mar 23, 2012 18:24:33 GMT -6
Ryder was taking a second look at one of the designs when Carmen’s question invaded his ears. “What? Oh, that. Never mind about that. Nothing a little bronzer and foundation on the skin couldn’t fix.” Ryder muttered, his mind on other things. He began to wander in the direction of the beach, clenching a charcoal pencil between his teeth. He always chewed on his drawing utensils when he was deep in thought. When he felt the sand move beneath his feet, he plopped down, staring out over the water. A new idea had just struck him, and he turned to a fresh page in his sketch book.
The smell of the seawater reminded him of District 4, serving as his inspiration for a female interview dress. Satin and lace, with a mesh to create a gauzy, wavy effect. The dress itself would be made of a blue-green satin, and trimmed with layers of white lace to simulate the crests of waves. The near-transparent mesh would go over that, to add a layer of shimmer. The bodice would be studded with an assortment of sapphires, emeralds, and amethysts, as would the waist, creating almost a belt of the jewels. Of course, it would be mermaid cut, meaning it would be form fitting until about the knees, and then flared out in a wavy sort of pattern.
Ryder went about sketching it, the sound of the waves serving as the instrumental to the image that was this dress. He made a snap decision, something that wasn’t new to him, and did something he had previously promised himself that he’d never do: He strapped the dress over one shoulder. One shoulder strapped dresses were the bane of Ryder’s existence, and he always thought they looked tacky. He preferred strapless to show off the natural beauty of the shoulder, but he thought it worked very well with this dress. He jotted down a few quick notes about the fabric when he heard something moving behind him.
He tensed up, forgetting where he was. You really couldn’t trust anyone in Panem anymore, not with the Rebels around. Finally, he made himself relax because he figured it was just Carmen or something. It was odd, she was the only one he’d met in the Common Area. The place seemed like a villa, so he figured it’d be teeming with people, most of them probably from the Capitol looking for an expensive looking getaway. Looks were everything in the Capitol, Ryder had discovered. “I know you’re there. Come and sit down.” He called out to whatever was behind him.
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Post by Copper Macintosh on Mar 23, 2012 20:22:49 GMT -6
A nice, relaxing day on the beach in the Commons. That was all Copper wanted. For the first time in her life, she had permission to visit the Resort-like area that she had only heard rumors of from the other foster children. Many of them had been to the Common Area before with their parents. The younger, newer children, anyway. Of course, when Copper had been with her parents, no such area had existed. There had been absolutely no freedom, in fact, until after her parents had sacrificed their lives for the new Republic. Copper had always admired them for their bravery and dedication to others around her. Why couldn't she just be the same way?
However, despite their efforts and the rising of the new political system, something had been going wrong. Last year a Hunger Games, what the huge uprising had intended to be rid of, had been broadcasted on every television set after several years of happiness. Children were vanishing from every district. After much searching by the Capitol, they were found... on every single television set in the entire area of Panem. One tribute from each district as apposed to two, yet it was still disgusting and terrifying.
Lucky for Copper, she had always found an interest in the games. Not as a sadist or enjoyment for it, of course, but the educational purposes. How each plan was well thought out. How the Gamemakers engineered strange animals just to keep in the arena. And even more interesting, the amazing things children did to protect themselves such as traps made from the smallest amount of materials.
That was probably what striked her interest the most. Her father had always told her stories about a man who tried to raid pyramids to find treasures, and the amazing ways the cultures protected it. Some of the traps were surprisingly advanced and clever, much more than some of the equipment they had thousands of years later. In fact, the Ancient Egyptian Pyramids was what her newest interest was, and what she was carrying around with her that day when she boarded the train to the beach.
Upon arrival, she closed her book and dropped it into her small knapsack. Her curly auburn hair, one of the features that she was often teased about, was pulled back into a fluffy little ponytail while a couple of the red ringlets framed her face. She wore a simple green t-shirt and a pair of brown cargo pants. Fashion had never been her style, but she did know that anything matched with brown... right?
As she walked, her small shoes clacked on the boards of the small walkway leading towards the buildings. Her silver eyes glanced around her, partially hidden by the thin reading glasses she usually wore. She caught sight of two other teenagers, approximately her age, talking a couple paces away. The boy had out some sort of sketch pad, the same brand that she used when drawing her own trap diagrams, and it caught her interest. She slowly moved towards the two, eavesdropping on their conversation about... make-up?
Copper's eyebrows shot up as she heard the boy mentioning foundation, a substance that she never used herself, but several other girls she lived with did. She stared at them for a moment before he noticed her. I know you're there. Come and sit down. Copper took a couple steps forward towards them, her arm moving to brush a couple of her curls out of her face.
"Well, it isn't every day that you hear a male talking about make-up. Tell me, are you from District 1, or the Capitol?"
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Post by Carmen Pomona on Mar 25, 2012 0:57:52 GMT -6
Carmen wondered if her question even registered because his reply didn't make much sense. Bronzer? Foundation? What were those things? She was so confused by Ryders comment she didn't realize he was walking away.
When she finally realized he was walking away she turned in shock. Not only did the strange Capitol boy make no sense but he seemed just as distracted as she was by the water.
She watched him as he sat in the white sand inches from the beautiful water. He removed some kind of pencil from his mouth and started to draw. Carmen was inching forward to see his sketch when he spoke.
"I know you're there. Come and sit down." At first Carmen thought he was speaking to her until a bright red headed girl practically came from no where. Carmen had no idea she had been there. The girls red curls were as wild as her sharp grey eyes, that were magnified by her glasses.
"Well, it isn't every day you hear a male talking about make-up. Tell me, are you from District 1 or the Capitol?" The girl asked Ryder. She must not have seen his eyes yet. Those eyes were obviously Capitol eyes.
Carmen was going to walk away. She could have done so easily. The two would soon be absorbed in talk of Districts and make-up. She really had no real desire to talk about things she didn't know a thing about. Though, why just leave?
These people weren't mean. Maybe odd but not mean. They weren't judging her for not working. And Ryder was the first guy who ever really had paid any attention to her. Why should she just leave the only people who were around? She wouldn't.
Carmen continued up and plopped down on the soft sand. These people were no different than anyone she imagined. Time to socialize. "He's from the Capitol, and I was just wondering what he was drawing. I'm Carmen, District 11." Carmen stated. She was hoping Ryder would show them his book.
All she could imagine was a large spell book filled to the brim with spells. The rich purple robe spread around him on the ground. A robot girl now joined him. Spirals of copper wire streaming from her head. Her grey eyes calculating the probability of different scenarios. What would this duo do? Would they work together and turn Carmen into a frog or would they take pity and save her from years of slavery?
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Post by Ryder Castellan on Mar 26, 2012 19:31:23 GMT -6
Ryder was taking a second look at one of the designs when Carmen’s question invaded his ears. Ryder turned to the sound of the voice. Next to him, he heard Carmen sit down, but his attention was focused on this new person. Her hair reminded him of a curly mess of copper wires, and she was wearing glasses. Ryder almost jumped for joy looking at her. He could do wonders with her, something he called a blank canvas. Her clothing style left much to be desired, but that was okay. Ryder could totally change that. In fact, Ryder thought as he turned around, I think she could pull off this dress well. The blues and greens would offset the hair nicely and blue and orange always look good together.
Ryder opened his mouth to reply to her question, but Carmen got to it first. He turned his head towards the District 11 girl, amazed that anyone actually remembered anything about him. Ryder was always scared that he wasn’t good enough for people to take any sort of notice. He nodded when Carmen correctly identified his location, but she didn’t introduce him. He stood up, pressing his sketchbook to his abdomen and holding it in place with his wrists so he could use his hands semi freely.
“Like Carmen said, I’m from the Capitol. The name is Ryder, Ryder Castellan. I don’t use makeup; the Capitol fashion in general is rather garish. And before you ask, I haven’t had any surguries as far as I’m aware of. I showed up in this world looking like this...well...no. I can’t say that. I used to be brunette, but other than that, I’m au naturale” Ryder smiled. All this was true. He hadn’t had any sort of cosmetic work done since the day he showed up in the Capitol, aside from dying his hair blonde as opposed to the brunette he started off with. He thought it accentuated his eyes more.
“Forgive me if I sound nosy, but what district are you from? Because if you’re from 4, I have the most gorgeous dress for you if you were ever going into The Hunger Games and I were your stylist. That’s what I do for a living, you know. I design outfits for tributes.” Ryder turned his sketchbook to her, showing off the dress he had just sketched. He turned it so Carmen could see as well. “If not, then I’m sure I have something in here for you. And I just know I have something for you. This gorgeous dress that looks like it’s made of apple blossom petals” Ryder turned to the sketch he’d done some time before and reworked to fit Carmen’s body type.
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Post by Copper Macintosh on Mar 28, 2012 18:08:44 GMT -6
  "He's from the Capitol," Copper heard and turned to the brunette girl that had decided to speak. She nodded, slightly ashamed that she hadn't noticed it before. She glanced at the boys face, noticing his oddly colored eyes. Definitely Capitol material. What else had been changed? He seemed rather... normal? As far as Capitol people went, anyway. She tilted her head to the side, studying the two others closely.
He was normal considering the standards set by the capitol, but he was still rather odd. She had never met a male who found joy in designing clothing, much less for the infamous hunger games, but that was probably where some of the best designers of their time made it big, so she could hardly blame him, despite her dislike of the idea. Then again, it really wasn't much different from her need to understand traps and the basics of contraptions. Even though she never expected to use them in the games, she still continued to study them based on what she knew she would have. Judging him would be rather prejudice on her part.
As for the girl, she was extremely quiet. She seemed to be wanting to get away from everything, just like Copper. Working in the districts was terrible, even under the new Republic. Not that the Republic made it terrible, but each district had, and always will have, there place in society since it was what they were used to. Of course, the girl seemed quite fair-skinned for an agricultural person. Did she somehow manage to maintain a job indoors? Or was she just not forced to work at her age? In her home back in District 3, foster kids only had to have a job by the age of eighteen, when the foster family stopped supporting them. Until then, they just did the housework, yard-work, and whatever other sort of non-commercial tasks their families wanted them to do.
The boy started speaking, and introduced himself as Ryder. Apparently, he had no surgery done, with the exception of his hair color, but she wouldn't have been able to really tell the difference. At least it wasn't that gaudy pink or purple color she had seen others wear when they visited her district. She gave a small smile as he asked what district she was from. She was curious as to what he would have in that small sketch book for her. "I am a techie," she answered, glancing over his shoulder to see what he was working on. Apple blossoms. For District 11. "That.... is amazing," she complimented. It would definitely make the girl look beautiful. Though she highly doubted he could do the same for her. Copper didn't look beautiful in anything. "My name's Copper, by the way."
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Post by Carmen Pomona on Mar 29, 2012 11:08:58 GMT -6
Carmen sat somewhat shocked at Ryders statement. She hadn't expected him to be drawing clothing nor the fact that they were designs for the Hunger Games. She knew that before they were outlawed that designers helped with the Tributes appearance. Now, that the Games were illegal Carmen hadn't thought about designers. The first thing that came to her mind was the rebels and that little girl that she had watched die from her district.
Her mind wandered now with dark scenes. A group of people dressed in black. all of them whispering to themselves as a group of crying children listened on. Their tears were bright glowing blue splashing the ground in puddles. A dark mans head snapped in their direction his eyes glowing red. That man was Ryder and he was holding a sketchbook with an evil smile on his face.
Voices scared her back into reality. She didn't want to think of Ryder as an evil dark man. How could she? He looked like a fun loving and joyful man. She couldn't really think of him as mean no less evil.
The girl had just introduced herself as a techie from District 3 named Copper. Carmen suppressed a laugh. The name was more than fitting and Carmen's earlier assessment of her as a robot fit too. Her mind wandered again. Copper sat by the water avoiding its touch. Her skin was a hard metal. Joining her limbs were screws and bolts. Her copper curls cascaded sown her shoulders, sparking. She was a full fledged robot now.
[/color] Copper wasn't in the least bit intimidated by Ryders comment about being a Hunger Game designer. At least not on the outside. It made her wonder what they were thinking. Especially when it came to the Games. "A Hunger Games designer? How can that be? The games are illegal. Are you a Rebel?" She couldn't keep herself from asking. Carmen then looked at Copper, "And you, do you approve of the Games? You just shrugged it off" Carmen adjusted herself to jump up and run if she had to. She didn't rightfully know these people but she wanted to trust them.[/blockquote][/blockquote] Word Count: 374
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Post by Ryder Castellan on Apr 1, 2012 10:33:23 GMT -6
Ryder smiled and shook his head. “No, Carmen. I am not a Rebel. I am just from the Capitol--as far as I know--and when I say I do this for a living, I mean I have no job, so I have an excess amount of free time and this is how I spend it: redesigning and designing outfits for former tributes. However,” He turned on the new girl, Copper, she said her name was, “you present a new challenge. I have never seen a tribute anything like you, so I have no pre existing designs to adapt. But, and there’s almost always a but with me, this is not a problem! I have the perfect idea in mind.”
Ryder turned to a clean page in his sketchbook and just let his hand fly. “Make this shorter...turn that this way...add another one of those...I don’t like how that looks, gotta fix that...Should I add...eh, why not?...almoooooost--aaaand finished!” It wasn’t exactly one of Ryder’s best sketches ever, because of how little time he’d spent doing it, but he still figured it got the point across. The entire outfit was inspired by something he’d seen in an old book before. Steam...something. He knew it had the word steam in it.
All of the pictures of this steam thing he’d seen in the book showed people in very fancy, very old looking clothing, but they adorned it with things like cogs and wires, and lots of metal. Ryder thought this would suit Copper very well. He turned the sketchbook for the two girls to see. The main components of the outfit were the white long sleeved blouse, the leather corset (worn over the blouse), and the bustle skirt. The skirt itself only reached about mid thigh, and was a ruffle pattern, but the back had an added bustle that flowed all the way to the ground. The accessories included a pair of black, fingerless gloves, a pair of black tights for the legs, and a pair of knee high boots.
Ryder took a quick look at the sketch, decided something, and then quickly added an askew top hat. The entire color scheme would be white, black, reddish brown and gold. He made a note to place cogs and such wherever he wanted, but not so much that it looked tacky. He jotted down a quick note--Goggles?--and turned it back for the girls to see his new addition. “What do you think?”
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Post by Copper Macintosh on Apr 4, 2012 9:42:05 GMT -6
Copper's eyes narrowed at Carmen for a moment. "Do I approve of the games? No. How could I when it was the Capitol who took both of my parents from me? But I do understand that the games provided inspiration and skills to many people, and I see nothing wrong with a man who takes what he had seen during their existence and continues to design what he's known." She continued to watch Carmen for a moment before her attention was drawn back to the small pad in front of Ryder.
Copper blushed a bit at the picture in front of her and glanced towards Ryder. It really was strange what people came up with for the games, but... it wasn't her style. Then again, dresses weren't her style, so maybe it was her style if she were to wear a dress? Her own thoughts were confusing her and she tried to force herself back on track. "It's very interesting. Definately... Interview worthy?"
The silver really did capture the idea of technology. Somehow, it seemed that that was always going to be the perception of her district. Silver and copper. Wires and plating. Was there nothing else but computers in everyone's ideas of technology? She wasn't going to open her mouth to ask, but it was now bugging her. Even after the rebellion, all districts continued to do what they knew. The textiles, even with their freedom, continued to make clothes, curtains, and lace. District 12 still mined, and, sad to say, hers still fiddled with computers. Not that she was going to complain about it, but it was still strange.
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