Christina and J. Daniel Atlas
District 1 - Luxury goods
Christina put the finishing touches to the wig she created. This one was orange streaked with yellow and white butterflies. A bit garish for her taste, but it’s what the Capitol wanted. So that’s what they received.
She pushed the wig to the side and leaned her elbows on the table. She huffed out a plume of air. She was bored. She needed some action.
She glanced out of her window. Outside she saw the Careers training for the Games they weren’t supposed to be training for. She scoffed. As if anyone paid any heed to rules.
She twirled a feather around in her hand. What if she competed in the Games? That would certainly be action-filled, no doubt about it.
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J. Daniel Atlas sprayed a whiff of perfume on his wrist and smelled it. Not unpleasant. Sweet, soft. A little bit spicy. Not bad at all.
“Well, I suppose some people might find this tolerable.”
He rubbed both wrists together.
He stoppered the perfume and wrote the ingredients and how-to on a sheet of paper. He wrote quickly and tore off the instructions. He put those along with the bottle in a bag and sealed them in.
He heard screaming outside and paused momentarily. Then he shook his head in annoyance. Stupid Careers. What imbecile would compete in the Games? That was a sure way to get yourself killed.