Just a Memory // [Charlie/July Blitz]

[Baby Wessex d9 [earthling]]

JULY JACQUEZ

The moment she signed the divorce proceedings, July Jacquez had felt her life slip through her fingertips. Not that it had been much to brag about prior to that point: invitations to the second tier events, a few charity balls, many photo opportunities with her photographic husband. Really nothing to write home about – not that she ever would. Now, single and untethered, she’d panicked. At first. And then found a new tether: her old, dear friend Charlie Garnet.

The moment they walked into the train station, July snaked her arm through Charlie’s. “I’ve never seen so many people,” she whispered, a small token of her trust. These people – the district denizens – had existed so long beneath her notice. But here they were, swimming upstream, right into her line of sight.

“Do you suppose we should say hello?”

[shrimp]

Her assistant, Xenia, told them that they should have gotten here earlier; even now as she walks behind them, Charlie can feel an aura of frustration floating somewhere in the background. With a small sigh, she adjusts the enormous blue-blossomed sunhat to cover up more of her face as they slow their pace, July wrapping an arm around her own.

July's right - the crowd is huge, filling the normally deserted station practically to the brim, apart from the long tables filled with drinks and food from their own district, whisked away every half hour to be replaced with the fare from the next one down the line. Even now, as District 3 finally weaves their way out of the area, seafood is being piled on the tables. Charlie meanders over to one, grabbing a popcorn shrimp as she looks around.

"I'd give them time to take it all in," she says in return. "Besides," she gestures to the camera wielders and videographers, nearly having a fist fight over the best vantage point to take the next featured scoop. "I think they have enough people clamoring for conversation." She doesn't mention the fact that the PR team's briefed her not to approach, that if they recognize her it could spell out an end. Stepping off of a train and into the welcoming arms of a Gamemaker probably does not sound like the most appealing idea to the Dignitaries.

"And what would you even say to them?" She takes a sip of her flask instead.