So thanks for reading guys, I will try to come up with more sensible chapter names in the future. :). Anyway, I don't own THG. Go ahead and review... you know you want to...
Just by the way, I think I managed to favourite this story and also myself. If you're wondering why, it was a complete accident. *whistle*
The main room is the actual bedroom. It's a canopy bed, big and fluffy and could fit my family and Gale's family all lined up in a row, like that song where the little one tells them to all roll over and one falls out. I jump onto it, bringing a smile to my face. Most likely I'm on camera, but it would be a security camera, not one broadcasting to the general public. The pillows are soft and fluffy, which gives me an idea, but I tell myself, later. An armchair rests in one corner. There is a vanity table off to one side of the room. On the wall next to the door, there is a bookcase. I don't know when I would read, but I'm glad they will let me. There's a little microphone to one side, with some sort of menu. Closer inspection reveals that you can order any type of food you want and it will arrive within seconds. I order honeycomb chocolate and continue to explore.
There are three other rooms. The bathroom is to the left, and it's big. There is a shower, a bath with about 50 different handles, a toilet, and a collection of towels (I swear the shortest one is two meters long). I leave the bathroom for now and go back to explore the other rooms. One is a living room of sorts, with a TV and a couch and an armchair. It has a closet full of things to entertain you, which makes me angry, because it's another reminder that 23 people are dying for the sick entertainment of the sick Capitol.
I don't have a name for the other room. It's about the size of 3 of my new Capitol beds all lined up together, maybe a bit larger. It has a huge selection of clothing, I bet everyone in the Seam wouldn't have this many clothes put together. It also has shoes. Why would I ever need this many shoes? I could wear a completely different outfit for every minute I will be here (a whole week) and I wouldn't use the first row of clothing. Well, there should be something in here to my tastes. I go back and have a shower, but leave my hair up for now. The shower is confusing, but I finally manage a style I want - water with a slight lilac tint runs down my body. When I get out of the shower, I my skin is scented of lavender. My hair has been rinsed but it stays up in it's plaits & bun. I feel nice and relaxed when I go to the dressing room to find something to wear.
I pace the rows, enjoying myself completely. I look through dresses, but I don't want one of these at the moment. A silver nightgown catches my eye, but I'll use it tomorrow. I look through the blouses. They don't look comfortable to sleep in. I find a light blue top that is made out of soft cotton. That looks like a nice shirt. I'll have that. I head over to where all the pairs of pants are, and to my surprise it doesn't take long to find a comfy-looking pair of stretchy black pants. That works fine. I slide on the clothes; they are just as comfortable as I thought they'd be. I check the time. I'm supposed to be outside with Haymitch now. But I don't run out, apologising for being late. Instead I grab a pillow and press myself against the wall, right next to the door. After a few minutes, Emër knocks, calling my name and telling me to come out. I make the sound of a choking sob. "Katniss?" Emër opens the door cautiously, peering at the armchair. Facing directly away from me. Perfect. Hold it right there. I silently raise the pillow behind me and then yell "DIE, MORTAL!" while bringing down hard on his head.
His reaction is purely comical. I start laughing so hard that I can barely stagger to the bed and collapse on it, breathless with laughter. Emër is looking at me, puzzled. That would be okay if he wasn't rubbing his head where I whacked him with the pillow. He looks - there's no other word for it - blonde. (AN: Sorry to any blondes who may be reading this. I know that you aren't stupid, I just needed to use the blonde joke as an example.) I attempt to get up and come with him to where Haymitch is waiting for us, but I was laughing so hard I actually feel a bit dizzy. Emër has to help me down the corridor to the lounge. Haymitch is waiting there with Effie, and they don't look amused.
There you go. Chapter 10. Three chapters in one day. Review please! I will probably write more now anyway. Thanks everyone! Sorry it's short, I know I keep saying that the next one will be longer, but it keeps dragging. Next time really will be at least 1500 words, I promise.