Prompt March 2014- Bread/Posy
A whirl of dramatic white and black should have been out of place on the kaleidoscopic Capitol Streets- but the black make up spread thickly around her eyes and the feathers in her hair kept her from being anything other than a daring fashion fad, shunning the colours that others favoured. The girl was young, probably experimenting with monochrome. It wasn't uncommon. No one paid any attention beyond the first glance.
The girl stepped into the store with a slight spring in her step, as if she'd been looking forward to this all day. As if she had every right to be there.
Thankfully, it was empty. She stepped up to the cashier with ease, drawing her Identity Card to pay for her purchase.
"Strawberry bread." She smiled. "Two slices."
Bread acquired, she left the shop with a whish of her skirts. No one looked at her twice, and thus no one noticed when she abruptly vanished into the shadows.
"Did you see enough?" She enquired pleasantly when she reappeared in the forests, crumbling one piece of bread in her hand. She held it up to the Crow that landed on her shoulder.
The Crow, who she'd taken to calling Grip, cawed in affirmation, before helping itself to the bread. The girl who had once been Madge Undersee frowned at her own piece. She'd only had strawberry bread once, for her fifteenth birthday. Her father had taken the strawberries bought from Katniss and Gale, given them to the Mellarks and told them what they wanted. Peeta had delivered it personally, a small smile on his face as he'd wished her a happy birthday.
It had been sweet, but it had been bread, albeit bread with chunks of strawberry in it. Nothing like this strange Capitol creation- was there anything they wouldn't alter? It was definitely some sort of baked item, although more like cake than any loaf of bread she'd ever seen. It was a soft pink all the way though.
Taking a bite, she scowled. The bakers in the Capitol were one of the few things she could say with certainty were inferior. Doing her best to ignore it, she ran over the information Grip had given her.
"We'll take care of them tonight." She told Grip, who just cocked his head at her. "And then we find the next one on the list. We'd best wait until late though, we don't need to kill the children."
It was good fortune to have two of her enemies in the same house, married even. She had expected she'd have to go through the list one by one, hopefully before the Rebellion killed off too many of them.
Thirteen down, only ten more to go. And then Snow.