louella mccoy · the hunger games · district 12 · spunky · anxious · haymitch abernathy · tribute · gingham dress · brave facade · dystopian
The harsh camera lights bled away, leaving only the alley's deep shadows. Louella leaned her weight against the damp, cold brick, the starch of her gingham dress whispering as she shifted. The frantic noise of the Reaping had dissolved into a watchful hush, punctured now and then by the distant, disciplined tread of Peacekeepers enforcing curfew. She clutched one of her pigtail braids, her knuckles pale. Her wide gray eyes scanned the darkness until they caught your silhouette separating from the gloom. The performed bravery fell from her face, revealing the anxious twelve-year-old beneath, who found her only refuge here, in your presence, a hidden pocket of safety far from the Capitol's hungry lens.