Sorry for not updating. I tried to update yesterday, but when I tried to submit my document, it wouldn't work and deleted my stuff.
Disclaimer: I do not the Hunger Games or the Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
Mkay.
ANNABETH'S POV
The next morning..
"For Hades' sake, say something! What is wrong with you two?" I snap at Percy and Finnick. Except for "good morning" and "hey", nobody has said a word. Scratch that, Seeder and Chaff have. But Percy and Finnick haven't. And with Percy glancing warily at Finnick and Finnick glancing at me and shrugging, I snapped, and not knowing what they were hiding didn't help to calm my anger.
Percy winces, but Finnick seems unfazed, only shrugging and stirring his soup. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one for chat, but I do not like to be ignored.
I mentally fumed, "Perseus Jackson, are you going to tell me what you're hiding from me? Or am I just going to have to torture it out of you? And don't underestimate a child of A-," I snap my mouth shut as I realize what I was about to reveal. I glare daggers at Percy and attempt to cover my fault, "A child of a Chase."
Percy looks over at Finnick uncertainly, who only shrugs and nods.
"Finnick came from a different time period," Percy says slowly and carefully.
I shrug, my anger evaporating completely, "Okay." Even though I don't know why Percy couldn't just tell me, I understand.
Percy looks baffled, "W-What?! What is it with people taking this so calmly?"
"Is anything in our lives normal, Percy?"
Percy scratches the back of his neck, "Guess not, but.." he trails off, shrugging.
(Sorry if this was really OOC. I'm busy eating cookies.)
"So," I turn to Finnick, "when do we meet our stylist?"
"Uhm," Finnick checks his watch, and I begin to wonder where he came from. Is he a demigod? No, I don't think so. I would be able to tell. Who is he?
He clears his throat, "Right now, actually. And, you each have your own stylist."
Later that morning..
PERCY POV
"..with fins and a trident.." Liberty, my blue-haired stylist, squeals as she tells me how she's going to dress me up for the Tribute Parade, "...you'll look adorable!"
"Mmhmm," I reply, my voice dull and without enthusiasm.
Liberty seems unaffected, "And Ramen will have Annabeth wear a.."
I zone out Liberty as she begins to describe how I'm supposed to smile at the crowd seductively.
"..let's cut your hair! It's much to short.. and we'll add blue highlights!"
Oh, no. I've already have a bad experience with highlights, thanks to truth or dare and some Aphrodite girls. (Anybody notice the "Truth or dare with Camp Half Blood" reference? No? Okay.)
"Uh..," I gulp, "can you reconsider that?"
Liberty doesn't seem to hear me, "And then Annabeth's hair with match, too! Except for the short hair. That would look awful. Ooh, I'll go talk to Ramen after we're done! Eek!"
Oh, help me, Poseidon.
ANNABETH'S POV
Ramen is.. unique. He has caramel colored skin that's covered in odd and indecipherable tattoos, short, light blue colored hair, a feather earring in one ear, and is wearing tight, black clothes with pink lines running over them.
"Since you're district four, I want to dress you into something..," He grins, "fishy."
"Oh, uhm," I don't want to be rude, but, seriously? Fishy? "What's Percy wearing?"
"I'm not sure. Liberty will probably go with the 'mermaid and merman' combo, but I'm not into that. That's just dumb!" But something 'fishy' isn't?
"Here, can I suggest something?" I continue on without waiting for a response, going into exact details of the outfits Percy and I should wear.
When I'm finished, Ramen claps, "That's perfect!"
Bad chapter? Sorry, I'm just not really 'creative' right now, or something.