Daka's Pov
Trivial, Stupid, Shallow, Materialistic, these are only a few of the things that describe the Capitol. I had always seen glimpses of it growing up, but up close this was something else. I was dressed up ridiculously in some gladiator/fishing armor costume. I looked completely fashionable compared to most of the people here though. Especially my girl, Mediza, she looked ridiculous. Oh Lord! I think to myself I've started to call her my girl, as if she's mine. I've only seen glimpses of her. In person though, she is even more breath taking despite her current state of clothing. The red dress showed off her beautiful curves, and stunning features. What she was wearing now made her look frumpy and stupid. We were all dressed to represent our district for the Tribute's Parade. Unfortunately for her, District 10 is known for cattle. She was basically in a cow suit. You're sure to get sponsors in that thing, I think to myself bitterly. My poor girl, she didn't deserve to be dressed like a fool. Maybe all of the sponsors would see passed the costume and focus on her face, just as I am doing now.
Mediza's POV
Why the fuck is he staring at me? I'm trying to stay calm, to be braver than I was at the reaping but Daka Plimer just keeps staring at me, and not in the way the others are. Staring at me in mockery because of my stupid attire, no he is staring at me like I'm a piece of meat. I have to put an end to this, I think to myself. I head straight into the bathroom despite my designer and fellow District 10 tribute's disapproval. I don't care if this fucking parade is going to start in 20 minutes, I'll only need 10. Once I get in there I examine myself, I'm in a cow costume with a very large cow bell wrapped around my neck. I pull out the scissors I've been hiding, and smirk. I started with my utters, slicing them off quickly. In District 10, I used to help my mother make dresses. Altering a costume will take me no time at all. Now where the utters used to be there is a gaping hole, I take the scissors and cut another slice into the fabric, around the stomach area to make the whole look more fashionable. I then cut off my head piece, and then shorten my pants. I take some of the longer parts of the string from the cow bell, and wrap it around my waist to make it tighter, and then Finally I wrap the small part of string that contains the bell itself firmly around my neck, like a choker. It looks much better than it did before. I place my hair, half up, half down, and tighten the laces on my combat boots. My makeup looks fine, my designer's team was good at fixing that. I adds some finishing touches, and them dispose of the left over fabric in the trash bin. I return outside, feeling accomplished and less foolish. I beam at everyone's surprised face. Now instead of looking like the worst, I feel like the best dressed. I walk back to my chariot where my designer and fellow tribute, Sabet are waiting patiently. I never really knew Sabet before the reaping, he was a very popular guy in our school, but I was never into the popular crowd. Sabet seemed pissed. I guess I would too if the situations were reversed. He still looked ridiculous and I looked pretty damn good. I sheepishly shrug my shoulders and mouth him a 'sorry'. I turn upfront in the chariot to everyone else, and Daka Plimer is still fucking looking at me.
Daka's POV
How the fuck did she do that? One minute she looks frumpy, and the next perfect. How can she turn something so hideous into something so beautiful. I groan and scratch at my armor. I look completely idiotic, and she's stunning. This is what you wanted, I know it is, but now everyone is going to be staring at her the way I am. Everyone will be staring at my girl. I groan irritably and face forward. The chariots have started, Flutter is frantically waving at every in the capitol. I just grumble and scowl. I'm not in the mood to act friendly. I look back at her, everyone loves her. They're eating her up, she's blowing kisses and waving like she was made for this. Like she was meant to be in parades, and have people look at her. I start to smile, she's doing well. Suddenly my focus, drifts to her partner. He was staring at my girl. A low growl erupts from inside of me, that I quickly cover up. Flutter stares at me warily, crap she heard me. I quickly smile at her, she just shakes her head and continues to wave, with little finesse. We finally make it up to the President's box. He glances over at us, before speaking about the importance of the Hunger Games, to our Districts. I roll my eyes, as the designers quickly steer us inside. Our 'mentor', Rodrick is telling us how well Flutter did in comparison to me, I ignore him. It's not like he actually knows what he's talking about. It's only the Third Hunger Games, so only two other people have actually won. District 2, and 1 so they have the advantage because their mentors actually know what they're talking about. The one I have is from the capitol, and is probably trying to get us both killed anyway. I turn to Mediza to see how she's doing, her Designer and her 'mentor' are talking to her. She has a huge grin on her face, it's nice to see on her. I've only seen her fragile, weak, cocky, and embarrassed. She looks breathtaking with that huge grin plastered on her face. Then they start to steer her up the stairs and I can only look as her partner puts his hand on her lower back. I feel like I'm going to be sick. I turn away quickly my face visibly growing red with anger. She's not yours, I try saying to myself over, and over again, but she's not his either. He probably has this horrible plan to manipulate her during the games. I need to get to her before he can. I rub my temples, and head up the stairs. Tomorrow starts training and I hope to God she knows how to kill someone.
Mediza's Pov
As we step into the elevator, going up to the tenth floor, I start to get more and more uncomfortable. Sabet's hand has been on my lower back for a couple of seconds now, and it's very odd. He's standing way too close to me, and I can smell something nasty on him. His scent is rather disgusting and I'd rather not be this close to him. As the bell of the elevator dings, I'm all but too eager to climb out and search our suite. It's so much different than back at home. There are platinum tables, and leather couches. Golden crystal light fixtures, hung all around the room. It's beautiful and I can't help my mouth as it drops basically to the ground. Beatrice, our announcer at the reaping, who has stuck with us since notices my current state.
"Beautiful isn't it?" She asks with a sigh, I nod in agreement. I wish my home was like this, I wonder what my family is doing back at home. The few moments we got together after the reaping, to say goodbye was too short for my taste. I only got to hug everyone once, I needed more time, but I didn't have any more time.
"Would you like me to show me to your room?" Beatrice asks interrupting my thoughts. My own room? I've never had my own room, I nod enthusiastically and skip up the stairs to my room. It consists of a large bed, five times the size of mine, with beautiful blue woolen sheets, and silk white comforters. I giggle and clap my hands stupidly. I'm such a girl, I think to myself. Beatrice gives me a sweet goodnight and I flop down on the bed. I spread my arms out as if I'm an angel, spreading my wings. It's so comfortable and warm. I undress myself out of the cow costume I had newly adjusted. I open up some fresh mahogany drawers, and pull out a silk night gown. It's a deep purple, with a lavender lace around the bottom. I quickly go into my own private bathroom, (yea my own private bathroom! )and pull out a hairbrush and gently brush my knotted hair with it. I turn a corner back into my room, and Sabet isstanding right there in front of my bed. I gasp and drop my brush, he turns around swiftly looking at me skeptically.
"I'm sorry.", He says coyly and walks toward me. I start to step back, he's creepy.
"Sabet could you please get out of my room?", I ask as nice as I could. I didn't understand how the girls in my class could see anything in him. Yes, he's good looking with dark brown eyes, and sandy blonde hair, but he isn't nice and there's something vicious in his eyes.
"Couldn't I stay for just a moment longer baby?" He asks moving an inch closer to me, I start to back up into a wall.
"Sabet Please Leave!" I ask with a little more authority in my voice, he moves even closer to me, inches in front of my face.
"How about-" He was cut off.
"I think the girl said leave!" Sabet and I both turn quickly at the sound of his voice, the same voice that screamed to be in these Games. He looked menacing, his blue eyes piercing with rage.
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