Esquire Stercore

Esquire Stercore was finally 18. This meant she could sign up to be a stylist. They had wanted to have her start on a prep team and work her way up the district 12 and maybe to a better district later, but by then she'd be 30. An old maid practically. Esquire Stercore was used to getting her way, and get her way she did. With her daddies money and power, she got herself to the top. Stylist of district 1. Her family didn't know yet, but they didn't need to know. They could find out when she was on tv. They didn't care about her achievements anyway. Quo sparkled at schoolwork, and Hiatus glimmered when it came to art. Esquire was "social butterfly". They were the talents. Esquire was still always looking for ideas, and this start of the hunger games pageant was perfect. She and Hiatus had planned their outfits, Quo was useless at that kind of thing. She scanned the room, when she saw her boyfriend, Centavo. She ran to him, kissed him, and they were ready. Centavo had his latest camera, a small thing with a wide lens that told you the designer, fabric, and color of a dress of suit, and Esquire had her notebook pro, that kept track of pictures, what her initial reaction to the outfit was, scarily accurate guesses as to what other people thought of it, and of course, her notes. Esquire looked at it in satisfaction, seeing that her outfits were getting great acclaim. She looked around the room, looking for inspiration, then she saw it. The dress she had to replicate. Her diamond shining through. This was her time to shine.