Fandom 1

After passing through a few chapters, the train finally screeched to a halt in front of the loading deck.

The characters squeezed through the crowds of fangirls mobbing the entire area. But soon, they found their way to their rooms after weaving through Capitol buildings and hiding in the shadows. Being in a best-seller was, at moments, a drag.

Peeta and Finnick shut themselves in one room, and Prim and Madge in another. Luckily their agents found a hotel with a manager who hadn't read the Hunger Games yet.

Peeta was stretched out on a couch with a notebook in his hand. he thought it'd be cool to write about his thoughts. But it most definitely wasn't a diary, no. A very manly journal, in fact. He pressed his pen to the paper and started to write.

Day 1

I really don't like this so far. I know it's only been a day, but the fangirls can't get enough of me. I don't know how the rest of the games are going to go but it doesn't look good (well, I do).

I knew that being admitted into Fanfiction wasn't going to do any good for me. I mean, first, I'm sucking faces with Gale and killing Katniss, and then I'm in some stupid games. Again.

I just wanna show them that I'm not just a prick in their games.

His thoughts were interrupted by Finnick. "This Capitol food isn't rocking the abs."

Peeta rolled his eyes. Ever since they got their Finnick took a shower and apparently noticed his abs are less toned than usual, but Peeta tried to ignore him.

"I ran out of sugar cubes," Finnick observed, his voice rising. "I NEED MORE SUGAR CUBES!"

He dashed to the door and opened it loudly as is slammed against the wall behind it. Sure enough, maybe eight bags of sugar cubes were sitting propped on the door. He had loyal fans/servants.

"Ah, lovely," Finnick slung two over his shoulders and took them inside.

Peeta set down his papers and turned to Finnick. "Have you ever considered maybe your pack isn't feeling all the sugar you're eating?"

"I can't help it. It's like... edible crack."

Fandom 2

After landing on top of a building with a special landing deck, the four half-bloods sent the pagasi back to camp. It was strangely not a long flight at all. Who would'a thought Long Island and the Capitol were like five minutes apart?

Nico didn't like pegasi at all. They were part of Poseidon's realm, basically, and they always smelled like seaweed. If they smelled like death, then it'd be a little different.

The four of them stood in a circle on the roof looking at each other.

"I nominate Percy to carry everything," Annabeth said as she started to drop her bag. "All in favor?"

"That'd be nice."

"Whatever."

"Wait, what?" he stuttered as they all began to walk down to their rooms, their bags laying at Percy's feet. "This is Menotaur crap."

He groaned to himself as he picked up Silena's first. He thought he'd get the worst over with. Before he was even down the stairs his forehead prickled with sweat. This situation could be good or bad.

Good: She brought a bunch of heavy weapons to use.

Bad: She brought a bunch of makeup to use.

He decided it was the bad kind, knowing her.

He dropped them off outside the girls' door, and headed outside to get his and Annabeth's. Nico didn't bring anything except for his sword, which wasn't really weird. He used the Underworld as one big storage unit.

After setting down Annabeth's bag next to Silena's, he headed into his own room a floor down. Nico wasn't a bad kid or anything (well, kinda, but it's not his fault his dad is Hades) but he sure is a clean freak when it comes to living with someone else. He didn't have to worry about that at Camp since 1) He didn't have many possessions and 2) he was the only one living there.

As soon as Percy entered his room Nico was standing in his way.

"Here are the rules," Nico said. "No trash anywhere except the trashcan or you will be thrown into the depths of Tartarus. And I get to watch the new episode of Panem's Next Top Model tonight. Deal?"

"Okay, fine, deal."

First, Percy get's whipped by Annabeth, and now Nico? Tough beans

Fandom 3

"I'm having flashbacks of our trip to Vegas," Fang muttered to Max as the Capitol lit up from under them.

"Jee, thanks."

"What?" Fang mouthed over the wind as Max spend up to bank and land on top of a building labeled in spray paint, "bird-human, pegasus, disapparating, and flying motercycle landing deck".

"There must be a lot of stuff to make bombs with here," Iggy said to himself, and Fang glanced at him with a truly horrified expression before folding in his wings and dropping hard onto the building. He would never get used to living with a pyro, two of them at that.

"How many feet?" Iggy asked.

"Four."

"Three."

"Two."

Iggy landed spot on. Of course, he was blind because their creators decided to "enhance" his vision and failed, so he needed some help when it came to new places. Sometimes it wasn't needed since he had the ears of a bat.

Fang looked around. "So... what now?"

Max shrugged. "If we go down that-" she pointed at a door leading downstairs, "we can find our rooms, and Ella. Because we're definitely in the right place."

"Ohh Ma-ax," Ella sing-songed, right on cue as she flung open the door. "I heard you guys land. We're on the top floor."

"Ella?" Iggy asked quickly, perking up.

"Don't get too excited," Fang said. "They're in a different room."

Ella raised an eyebrow.

Max waved around her arms. "Let's all shut up now." She grabbed Ella by the arm as she shoved them both through the door.

"Ouch," Fang said through his teeth as Iggy punched him hard in the shoulder once Ella and Max were out of earshot.

"Good job Mr. Darkside," Iggy muttered. "Now she thinks I'm a perv."

Fang sighed as he strolled towards the door rubbing his shoulder. "You aren't fooling anyone."

"Yeah, well, neither are you."

"True."

Fandom 4

It wasn't a fun ride with Clary, Isabelle, and Jace smooshed together in a taxicab for an hour. Not to mention the cab driver looked like the skull dude from Halloween town but with skin.

Isabelle practically dove out of the car. Never, ever again is she going to spend that long in a tight space with those two love birds.

As soon as Jace stepped out of the car an unnatural wind came through and ruffled his hair. That always happened when he went outside. He thought it was because he was a natural supermodel and the wind was his, well, fake wind.

Clary sighed dreamily as she stepped out of the taxi after him. "So hot."

Isabelle rolled her eyes. She loved them both but sometimes got on her nerves. Not to mention that vampire was going to be with them. Ever since he turned she'd felt attracted to him. Maybe it was because he didn't need glasses anymore, or because she only dated beings that weren't all human. Both, she decided.

Clary trailed after Jace, who waltzed into the place like he was king of it, as Isabelle decided to stay outside and wait for Simon to arrive on his motorcycle. The taxi had long drived away, and she tapped her foot anxiously, trying to look like she actually had a good purpose for dilly-dallying.

While she was in the middle of humming Britney Spears, a motor growled from the sky. She looked up, and sure enough, Simon had arrived.

He did a sloppy wheelie before shuddering to a hault on the roof. Those things were so hard to land for him, kind of like how girls used to be. But of course he got turned into a vampire was now sexy as hell. Go figure.

"Simon!" Isabelle yelled, but he didn't hear her over the engine.

He cranked it and it fell quiet. He guessed he should just park it for now and find a way to store it later. He only hoped it wouldn't miraculously rain Holy Water.

He stepped off of it, adjusting his shades so they sat on his nose better. He really didn't need to wear them but they made him feel like he was the Terminator or something.

Isabelle frowned as she hurried into the building. She had wanted to be the first to greet him, but now that she thought of it, she was being silly. Shaking her head at herself, she checked into her room and just missed Simon as he closed the door into his on her way around a corner. She shut herself in her own, smiling politely at Clary before locking herself in the bathroom.

Clary was always drawing. It was something she loved. So Isabelle didn't bother her about it. I guess drawing was just another way for her to say her feelings.

She decided to give herself a pep talk. She told herself Simon was just a stupid jock with nothing valuable about him except that rune on his head that solved all his problems. It was time to concentrate on slaying some unholy hoes, who happened to be in the same relative area as she was. Not a good idea.

These other books were going down.

Fandom 5

"I can't believe I forgot those heels in Forks," Alice muttered as she unpacked her suitcase. "They were new and everything."

Rosalie looked up at her, not amused. "Alice, you couldn't have expected to be able to wear a pair of heels, could you?"

Alice shrugged. "I thought they were in season."

"That's not exactly what I meant."

Alice finished unpacking and closed the closet doors. "These closets are so small."

Rosalie sighed impatiently, leaving Alice to mutter to herself in her bedroom. Rosalie had the patience of a child, and she was strong enough to admit it, especially when it came to Alice and her fashion fazes.

She couldn't stand the rest of these people. She didn't know how she was going to last a day without ripping one of their little heads off. Besides, Rosalie was more than 100 years old, why was she even in this? She pondered her strategies, even though she knew she didn't need too. They were going to win.

Outside she heard some muffled screams. This alarmed her and Alice at first, but soon they remembered Jacob and Seth were in the room next to theirs, which meant twenty girls ran screaming through the halls every ten seconds.

Rosalie burst outside to find just that.

"Jacob, get them out of here," Alice said, irritated. "I'm trying to organize in peace."

"I can't help it," he said. "I can't figure out how to turn my abs off."

Seth laughed out loud, and high-fived Jake before they shut the door behind them, leaving Team Jacob in utter depression.

If she had to deal with them any more, Rosalie was going to strangle the werewolf herself and see how they liked it.

Fandom 6

"Farewell," Dumbledore said as he disappeared with a loud crackle, leaving Luna, Hermione, Neville, and Draco stunned on top of a roof.

"Are you all excited?" Luna said cheerfully, dragging her bags along the roof as she skipped towards the door. "Because I am."

Draco sneered. "Not at all considering I have to share a room with Longbottom."

Neville looked offended, but shook it off before saying, "I'm don't quite fancy the idea of sharing a place with you either, Malfoy."

"Good, so we're all on the same terms."

"Will you both calm down," Hermione said quickly before Neville could retort. "We're supposed to be working together for the most part. If we keep acting this way there's no way-"

"Oh shut it, Granger," Draco interrupted. "Nobody said anything about acting as a team ourselves. Allies and a team are two different things." He strolled around her and pushed by Luna, who stumbled and frowned. "Now if you excuse me, I have a room arrangement to discuss with my father."

"What a prat," Neville spat as he trudged down the stairs after Malfoy.

"That's not very nice of him," Luna said, looking back at Hermione for a few seconds before trotting down the stairs as well.

Hermione looked at the rest of the Capitol. You could see everything from up there, it was all quite amazing. There was even a tricked out McDonalds in the distance.

She gravely hurried to catch up with Luna. She didn't want Malfoy to cause any more trouble.

Hello there.

Updates galore.

Well, the Taylor Swift concert was amazing. I sat in the pits, meaning like three feet away from T Swizzle herself.

I also saw Breaking Dawn. It was sooooooo good. But don't watch the part where Bella gives birth if you have a weak stomach (eh-hem, me).

Anyway I was feeling spontaneous while writing this so some of it is extremely OOC. But that's what parodies are for, right? Also for meaningless comedy that I now realize fades out by the end of the story (the caffeine had worn out, haha).

I always imagined some characters having some side to them we don't know of when reading about them. I always pictured Nico as a secret neat freak for some reason.

So yeah.

I will update Wednesday or Thursday, since schools out (*starts singing High School Musical chorus*).

With love,

Berry.

PS: Yes, Poseidon is the god of water but also horses. :D