"I never knew how big Eleven was until I took the train through it. Lando says Four is big too." Saw used to mumble about how the Capitol kept the districts apart, kept them down, but Jyn hadn't listened. That was the whole point of the Games, she knew that. Now she thinks he might have been talking about a different way of keeping them down all together.
She presses the button for Cassian's floor and the lift jets them up with a soft whirr.
Her arm is still looped around his waist and when she looks up at him she is struck by how close he is. The dusting of hair on his jaw does little to soften the sharp lines of his face, but Jyn finds herself appreciative that his district's stylists don't insist on shaving little designs into his stubble.
"You were right, about Albina. Once I figured out how she wanted me to look it was easier to suggest something less offensive." Her stylist struggles with her, she knows, because Jyn doesn't fit into any of the categories the Capitol wants her to fit in. She is just a lonely girl, but that doesn't make for good viewing, so Albina has tried her best to make Jyn look like a softer, innocent looking woman. What was the word? An ingenue. Maybe that way the Capitol citizens she is begging for help will actually help her. As such her hair is in her normal long bob, slightly curled, usually pinned back with a sprig of holly or pine needles or some other tiny remnant of her home -- today it's a cluster of tiny white flowers.
Jyn doesn't think it is working, maybe because of how she won her own Games, but the dresses the put her in are a hell of a lot more comfortable than what she was wearing before.
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She presses the button for Cassian's floor and the lift jets them up with a soft whirr.
Her arm is still looped around his waist and when she looks up at him she is struck by how close he is. The dusting of hair on his jaw does little to soften the sharp lines of his face, but Jyn finds herself appreciative that his district's stylists don't insist on shaving little designs into his stubble.
"You were right, about Albina. Once I figured out how she wanted me to look it was easier to suggest something less offensive." Her stylist struggles with her, she knows, because Jyn doesn't fit into any of the categories the Capitol wants her to fit in. She is just a lonely girl, but that doesn't make for good viewing, so Albina has tried her best to make Jyn look like a softer, innocent looking woman. What was the word? An ingenue. Maybe that way the Capitol citizens she is begging for help will actually help her. As such her hair is in her normal long bob, slightly curled, usually pinned back with a sprig of holly or pine needles or some other tiny remnant of her home -- today it's a cluster of tiny white flowers.
Jyn doesn't think it is working, maybe because of how she won her own Games, but the dresses the put her in are a hell of a lot more comfortable than what she was wearing before.
After a pause. "Thanks."