Cinna didn't understand much about the way this place worked. He may have hated it, may have been ready to die for something different, but he always knew he'd have a place in shaping that bright new day, that promising new future for everyone, free of the Capitol's tyranny.
Still, he knew the old order. This...this he did not know.
He was nothing if not adaptable, however, so he went through his closet of provided clothing...clearly some kind of mass produced stuff, but as ever he reminded himself that most of the other Districts had to endure far worse. He put together an outfit that was suitably stylish, but blended in well: boots, black jeans, and a burnt orange top that fit well with the row of tasteful gold hoops that lined each ear, and the necklace he'd saved from his arrival outfit...and a slash of gold eyeliner to finish the look.
Emerging from his home, Cinna quietly spent the rest of the day traversing the five islands, getting to know the lay of the land. He was perfectly dressed to mask his analysis of the landscape in polite conversation and general inquiries at the marketplace, engaged a few locals over lunch who openly admired his outfit, and started talking to the residents of the housing areas who were transplants, just like him.
He wasn't looking for an escape, not when he was fairly certain he was going to die back home. He just wanted to make sure that this new place, whatever it might really be, wasn't simply trading one evil for something worse.
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Still, he knew the old order. This...this he did not know.
He was nothing if not adaptable, however, so he went through his closet of provided clothing...clearly some kind of mass produced stuff, but as ever he reminded himself that most of the other Districts had to endure far worse. He put together an outfit that was suitably stylish, but blended in well: boots, black jeans, and a burnt orange top that fit well with the row of tasteful gold hoops that lined each ear, and the necklace he'd saved from his arrival outfit...and a slash of gold eyeliner to finish the look.
Emerging from his home, Cinna quietly spent the rest of the day traversing the five islands, getting to know the lay of the land. He was perfectly dressed to mask his analysis of the landscape in polite conversation and general inquiries at the marketplace, engaged a few locals over lunch who openly admired his outfit, and started talking to the residents of the housing areas who were transplants, just like him.
He wasn't looking for an escape, not when he was fairly certain he was going to die back home. He just wanted to make sure that this new place, whatever it might really be, wasn't simply trading one evil for something worse.