After a considerable amount of time the car stopped at the bottom of some steps.
Hopping out first a thought crossed my mind and I had a spilt second to decide how to present myself.
Walking through a small tunnel we emerged into an area with so many cameras I almost stopped right there.
I was mistaken in thinking the people so longing to catch a glimpse of district 5's tributes would have been waiting before when we entered the car. The noise now was overwhelming and horrific compared to the cold quietness of before.
Yet I did not falter again, instead pushing the peacekeepers hands away from me and striding slightly ahead towards the doors of what I assumed was the train considering that's where a path through the people was cleared.
I held my head higher confidently and flicked my hair off of my shoulders as I winked directly into the sea of cameras that clicked rapidly.
My smile was cunning as I turned my focus from the flashing lights to the train.
Walking through doors, we were led around the interior of the train, and I let my act down a little for my own sake, glad to have escaped the claustrophobic feeling washing over me. Patrica on the other hand rushed off in a different direction, giving a brief nod before retreating.
I turned to a baffled Rufus who could not stop staring at me and crossed my arms over my chest, "what's your problem?"
"MY problem? You suddenly switched from a I like to kill small innocent children mode to flirting with the cameras!" he burst out flinging his arms around like he was trying to hit once of the silent people standing beside him.
The pale girl made a sound and dodged, brown doe eyes momentarily wide and startled until a moment later she blushed and looked down apologetically.
It was then I decided I was not much of a fan of this boy.
"It's called a strategy Rufus. If you keep using that one I'm sure it'll be VERY affective in the games," I gestured to his whirling arms sarcastically, and began to walk, leaving him to cease his absurd movements and stare after me astonished once again.
The innocent looking girl beside me was soon at my side and I noticed by the robes she wore that she too, like my mother, was an avox.
We approached a door that she opened for me and I smiled at her, thanking her even though I knew it was just a job.
She nodded in return and instantly I felt sympathy towards her and distinguished an apparent bond that I actually wouldn't mind having with her if only it was permitted.
I looked around the room, slipping off the shoes I had on and feeling the plush carpet beneath me in pleasure with my toes. Everything about the room was expensive and luxurious looking an although I felt slightly out of place I could not ignore the comfort presented in the room.
I knew that in a thousand lifetimes I could not afford something as perfectly styled as the furniture and other accessories in the room.
There were a set of draws in a dressing area I pulled out to find silk and a variety of soft different textures of fabrics that had been handcrafted into beautiful clothes. I grab a pair of trousers that are alike the ones I wear now and a midnight blue blouse at random to match it, shutting the draw and quickly changing as the girl turned her back to me.
When I was done I walked over to the bed, the spread was a light blue and I sat down on it before looking up to see the avox girl standing beside another door, awaiting my presence.
I got up and looked at her curiously as she opened the door and walked in, gesturing for me to come in.
She pointed to a complicated looking glass box that was lined with many buttons. I realized it was a type of shower and that the girl was most likely trying to teach me how to use it.
But as she pulled me in to show me how to work the buttons I realized that that was not her intention.
Instead of pointing to the buttons she began to make a series of hand movements that I recognized instantly.
My eyes widened as the girl used my families hand speech we'd created for talking to my mother right before my shocked eyes.
A/N: MUHAHAHAHAHA! There you go, you thought that I would upload without even an authors note! Oh well that's too bad my poor old dears ;( No... That word has never seemed quite right to me :P Chickens. Yesh you are chickens, of course! My poor old chickens! D; Oh wait... How awkward if you're stunningly rich you know, like the Queen-NO! OH GOSH! Me and the queen have too much history! We absolutely WON'T bring up her in here! *confused? Yeah I get that a lot, read my bio XD* Anyway I simply can NOT call you poor if it is a lie! Hmmm... Hey! Wanna know what you get when you cross the queen and a deer?! QUEER 3 So you are all queer chickens! YESH! WHOOP! Oh... I must stop now! Apologies for such short chapters, my friends ;) I wrote these before I started making every chapter I wrote at least 5 pages :P BAII 3
...My Queer Chickens 3