twinkle / bebe * open, blitz

[sucy 🌷]

S E U R A T, B E B E

Finally, Bebe is back behind the cashier's desk at her boutique. She had not been prepared for the chaos of the Games. Today was the first day she'd had the chance to stand outside her newly reopened store and appreciate the fresh lick of paint, and the new sign that glittered above the door. It read BBoutique -- pronounced like 'boutique' but with a particularly forceful "buh" sound on the b, something which Bebe had had to explain several times today already. Each time, she corrects her customers with a smile, because no, no, this is not the Bee Boutique; black and yellow horizontal stripes? Please. 

Maybe she's alienating that subset of Capitolites that are into the whole bug thing, but that's a risk Bebe's willing to take. Those antennae people have been getting freak her out. She'll happily admit to that. Now, her mini mental breakdown in the middle of preparing for the Games? She's going to take that to her grave.

To be given such a chance, and to come so, so close to fumbling it? What a nightmare. She'd barely scraped her way through, very nearly proving her parents right. She'd come close to considering that lying on her back was her only talent after all. She bets they're still rolling around now, laughing in their graves. 

People have questions though. She's a bigshot stylist now, never mind that she's been stuck with the runt district of the tribute litter, so what's she doing here, manning her own shop? It's a fair question, but to be fair to herself, she would've gone straight back to her boutique once her stylist work was done anyways. It was always her plan.

Her name is out there now. Surely there'll be some more influential, curious walk-ins in the coming days and weeks.

"I simply can't sit down," she tells the customers, as she fusses with a display. She's up atop a step ladder, all five foot flat of her perched to redress an extravagant mannequin. "I always have to be doing something! Really, those big watch parties aren't for me."

ELEGANT

[zhespy]

VIRGA But please don't call the cops They'll make me stop And I just wanna talk

The early days of the Hunger Games had been dreadful! After the first anthem there was not a single death, barely even a scratch on the tributes! Virga sat in his seat writhing with anger and when nothing happened he flung the glass he was drinking from with fury at the nearest wall. He collapsed into his chair and with a deep breath he turned the screens off. He doubted that anything would happen when he was away and if he continued to watch these children flounder about the arena he was going to lose what little he had left of his mind. Desolate with the lack of murder he needed to get out of the house and do something to occupy his mind. What better way to cheer him up than to partake in one of his favourite pastimes, shopping. Nothing quite brightens someone's day quite like throwing money away to one's desires.  

He cleaned himself up and made himself look a little less dishevelled and like he hadn't sat in one position all day before he strode out the door. There was a new boutique in town that he wanted to give a try, something that had flown under his radar for a while, until its reopening. It was run by Bebe, a stylist for one of the District 12 tributes of this year's games. He hoped that she wouldn't have anything too outlandish, his style was definitely influenced by more vintage themes. However, that didn't stop him from getting carried away sometimes, what's the point of living in the Capitol if you don't have a bit of fun with a bird-inspired wig ever once in a while? 

He stalked down Style Street and gazed into the shops as he passed by them. He raised his brow curiously at the fashion pieces that he would rather see set alight than on anyone's body. He stopped when his eyes caught sight of the sign above the door that read Bboutique. He clenched his teeth at the choice, Well, that certainly is a name I suppose. For a moment he considered continuing to walk past but he paused and heaved a sigh. He reasoned with himself that he was simply in a grumpy mood after today's arena performance and that even if he saw his dream outfit he would scoff at it right now. 

He cautiously looked through the window, let's hope there are some decent masculine pieces here or this will just be another new shop to scratch off the list. I mean really how hard is it to have some interesting clothing for men! He pushed the door open as he craned his head to look around the boutique. The inside was put together nicely, and Virga relaxed as he admired the store. He quietly moved inside and began to cast his eye over the various available designs and fabrics. He much preferred when other customers were about, it made him feel at ease to wander about and browse as much as he liked.