among her own kind

[she_sells_seashells]

Shell Bell finds Milliways once when she is eighteen. She has been there for two days now, setting up her sign ten minutes out of every waking hour, wiping down tables for her quarters in the staff area, eating buttery potatoes (she has been told that this is a complete nutrient package, for humans). Her wand is holding a bun of hair in place on the back of her head. Her shells are stashed safely in her room; she's budgeting carefully and she'll pay her tab when she leaves.

No one's talked to her due to the sign yet. They don't always. She sets it up anyway, like clockwork, so everyone gets the chance.

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[sicaria]

Someone is watching her.

Someone wearing a plain brown cotton dress, who stands like she is ready to bolt or kill something at a moment's notice, even though she is perfectly still and at a casual glance might even look relaxed.

Someone whom Shell Bell might recognize, if she happens to know what the victor of the seventy-first Hunger Games looked like.