[center][h1][color=#AED6F1]Kolton Favreau[/color][/h1]
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Kolton took a look around them as they were pulled from the vehicle, holding tightly to Silver's hand. Unwilling to let go, though he knew they'd be forced to part at any moment. The stylists stood there looking them over, like someone out to buy a purebred who's been presented with filthy street mutts. [i]Well, that was what most thought of the people in District 12, wasn't it?[/i] Kolton grit his teeth lightly at the thought, judging the Capitol people as equally as they were judging them on appearance alone which suddenly begged the question; Would that be all that they'd be judged on? Looks..? There's only so much you can do to oneself to make them attractive.

As they all stood there in a moment of silence that seemed to last a lifetime, Kolton turned to Silver as he dropped her hand and replaced it on her jaw tenderly, forcing her to look into his eyes. [color=#AED6F1][b]"Now darlin', I know I just told you I wouldn't leave ya', but.. right now, we don't really have the luxury of choice."[/b][/color] Kol half-smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. As he pulled away, he added, [color=#AED6F1][b]"We'll see each other again, real soon. Okay?"[/b][/color] His thumb gently brushed over her cheek just before he forced himself to pull away from her side, walking backward towards the couple who were staring particularly at him, figuring they were his personal stylist and assistant. [color=#AED6F1][b]"They give you any trouble, you let me know, alright?"[/b][/color] As he turned to join his stylists, he made the "I'm watching you" gesture with his hand from his eyes towards her stylists with a playful smirk which immediately turned to laughter with the looks he received. With one final glance back at Silver, Kolton turned away and began walking off with his stylists.

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