Thread: Styling and Prep Area

Name Seph Jax Location The Capitol, District 10 Styling Room Attire Black leather jacket over a white tank top, black work boots, navy baggy jeans. Weapons None Supplies None DateTime September 15th, Afternoon Tagging Ryan, CrowNPC, LunaNPC, Ben, Open Seph regretted slipping from the bathroom as soon as she exited. It was bloody chaos. The first man had gone, but two other people took his place and the air buzzed with tension. It all seemed to be related to the woman with the pink and yellow hair. It looked utterly ridiculous she thought, but of course, she said nothing. However, when Seph thought to the annoyingly loud Capitol members, this woman fit the bill exactly. The appearance and voice alike. Content -perhaps that was not the right word...- to stand near the bathroom until she was placed elsewhere, she listened to the argument. It wasn't like she could just walk away from it. But some of the comments, particularly the one about the cotton candy machine brought a rare smirk to her lips. It was really nothing more than a twitch at the left corner of her mouth, but still. The arguing continued a moment more before Ryan came. Seph nodded one, finding it comforting that she would have some say in what was going to be done. Though she really would have preferred not to have to go through the styling at all. Despite her primal wishes, she walked to the chair and took a seat instead of running out of the room... and this damned Capitol in general. From the corner of her eye, she looked at the cotton-candy-headed woman and then away at the comment she made about her hair. She did not really care, but it was still annoying. Finally, after a moment of careful thought, Seph said quietly to no one in particular, Not all of us need to change our appearance for attention. Only the ones who are self conscious. Luna glared, and opened her mouth to say something catty and vicious before she closed her mouth. With no comeback, she turned angrily to the other girl and went about messing with her appearance, effectively disassociating with Ryan, Crow, and Seph. Once that was out of the way, Seph glanced up at Ryan through their reflection in the mirror before looking off again. The harsh lighting brought out the gold flakes in her iris. Her arms rested on the armrests of the chair she sat on and she took a deep breath, muttering a small thanks to her about her hair. It wasn't noticeable if someone was not observant, but when Ryan's fingers slipped into her hair, her fingers curled around the ends of the armrests and her nails hooked firmly into the soft leather, leaving small crescent-shaped mark. Her eyes fell closed and she blew out a slow breath through her nose. Seph's dislike for touch did not stem from a traumatic experience, it was just simply she did not like people, or their touch, and she liked her space. It was quite animalistic, like when a cat bends its body out of place to avoid a pet they didn't desire. Or when a wild animal squirmed in the hands of a person. Seph took more to the woods than just a conscious preference, it became a part of her and replaced much need for people at all. However, once in the hands of the Hunger Games all preferences were void. There was not individualism anymore, they were all property of the Capitol and the President... even before the Reaping.