|The Spark: Hunger Games in Cinna's POV
Author: mellarkarry PM
"Channel your emotions towards yourself, that way you will hurt nobody but yourself."/ Hunger Games through eyes of Katniss' stylist.Rated: Fiction K - English - Cinna & Portia - Chapters: 24 - Words: 60,012 - Reviews: 149 - Favs: 40 - Follows: 38 - Updated: 09-26-12 - Published: 03-25-12 - id: 7956434
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"I have taught you well, Cinna," Vilnius said proudly as I handed in my final project. It was a short sleeved sunset orange silky dress with bright green leaves arranged neatly to just above the hip. Orange and green are a beautiful combination, especially the sunset orange and pine green; those 2 colours are like peanut butter and jelly, the perfect match. It was a flowing dress up to the knees in the front and grazed the floor at the back, with a slightly low back cut but high round neckline in the front. "Definitely one of your best designs. You have a bright future as a stylist for one of the districts, Cinna. Whichever district that gets you is very lucky."
I smiled and my heart warmed up at the compliment my teacher gave. I wrapped the dress gently and placed it in a white box.
I've been Vilnius' apprentice for 5 years now. Vilnius always had interesting and different ideas. He always thought outside the box, never really listened to what other people said about his designs unless it was constructive criticism. When he had an idea and thought it was worth working on, he would work day and night until he was satisfied, and that was what I admired about him. He was also a great teacher; he taught me everything I knew about the world of fashion and aside from my parents, one of the few people who supported me the whole way. He was the head stylist for District 1 and was greatly admired by many stylists, so I was always thrilled when he complimented me.
Vilnius never thought much about the Hunger Games and the horrors it brought to many people. I knew that I never liked the Hunger Games. Ever since I was a child, I always abhorred the thought of sending children off to kill each other. It's barbaric, cruel and unfair. I could only imagine the awfulness of going into a dangerous arena and having to choose between killing someone innocent or dying. It was a pointless and horrible way to 'punish' the districts. Besides, the children that went in had nothing to do with the Dark Days; they didn't choose this fate.
"Do you have a district that you would like to work with Cinna? Or do you not mind working with whichever district?" Vilnius asked curiously. "I think it would be good if you worked with a district like 1 or 2. Possibly 4, since water themes are fun to work with."
I shook my head at his suggestions. "I think I would like working with District 12."
Vilnius gave me a look of disbelief. "District 12? The coal- mining district? Surely you must be joking!"
"People are too close minded when it comes to coal; there's more to coal than just the coal itself. It would be interesting to work with fire."
Vilnius' perfectly trimmed eyebrows furrowed, but he sighed and said, "Whatever you choose Cinna, I will support you. But make sure you know what you want."
I nodded firmly and said, "Thank you Vilnius. And yes, I am sure about what I want. I believe that District 12 needs a chance to shine for once, and maybe if I am their stylist, things might just be brighter for their tributes."
Vilnius gave a curt nod and said, "I have faith in you Cinna. And I know your parents do too. I will miss you, but do come visit me sometime in 2. I have a feeling that you will do great things, Cinna. Always remember what I taught you: Channel your emotions towards yourself, so you will hurt nobody else."
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