Timmy Turner shuddered nervously, of course he was doing much better than most of the other characters here. The so-named Piglet was almost frozen, his eyes dull and unblinking, and ears pricked as he walked as if the killing would start now. Timmy couldn't blame him, though. Most likely he would be dead in a few weeks. Huh, you never realize how these things feel until you're there, basically waiting in a line to be slaughtered. And, you never realize how sentimental you get, either, until you catch yourself in the act. Timmy sighed. For now he would have to find something to eat, he hadn't eaten since he was home. He had a burnt waffle, and some stale o.j. Walking into his temporary 'home' he noticed something. It was really, really, fancy. Like Doug Dimadome himself built it. A tasty smell came from the dining room. When he walked in his mouth nearly dropped open and smashed on the ground. Inside was his favorite foods, and millions of other kinds, Timmy got the first whiff of 5-star food in his life. Besides the one that Cosmo 'borrowed' from the Sushi Palace. He picked himself some T-Bone steak, and some Fizzy Fizz Orange Soda.
After his dinner, he strode to the living room where Cosmo, Wanda, and Jorgan sat. "Listen the first thing are the presentations, in the presentation, you get the visual appeal of the fans." "Wait," Timmy asked, "um, fans?" Jorgan nodded. "Yes people will be watching all of you fight to the death. Your fans can send you packages that can mean life or death. A knife, matches, heck, even water can mean the difference between life and death." Timmy sat down next to Wanda. " It's totally unfair that he took away your wings and magic." He said. Jorgan shook his head, " think about it, Timmy. If they were able to fly, they could just avoid everyone and eventually, they would win. " Timmy sighed. "So, more about this 'presentation'?" "Yes, right. You'll be dressed, and ridden in on a horse drawn chariot. What will you guys wear, anyways?" He said.
"I believe for them, a black tuxedo, glittered with blue, pink, or green, sparkling gem shards, I can get emeraldfire and dye it. And in the back, color changing sparks, as to set the, ahem, 'magic' theme." Came a voice from the entrance. There stood a man dressed in weird clothes, he wore his hair up in a French style, but it was neon yellow, and he was wearing an ugly puke-green sweater vest. With a nod he made himself comfortable, grabbing a glass of merloet, a special kind of red wine. "Who are you?" Said Wanda. "I am Belle, Francis Belle. I am a famous French stylist. And I will be prepping you for the ceremonies. Now, about that, I feel doves will also be necessary, don't you? Puts on the nostalgic form of magic, I think." "Um, yeah that would be kind of cool, I guess. Hey, is Trixie gonna be watching?"asked Timmy. "As in Tang? Of course. Everyone at home got a letter explaining your position." He said. "Now, let's get started, shall we?"
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Rabbit growled at his hideous costume. In order to grasp the 'old home backyard' look, he was dressed in a 1950's schoolboy outfit. He wore a white long-sleeve and over that, a powder blue vest that had a darker blue tie attached to the front. He had a little pin that had a small carrot on it. He didn't want a carrot pin. He wanted a real carrot, one that he would complain about uprooting and eventually call Tiger over to get it, then after it was picked, Tiger would invite himself in, and annoy him to death while he organized the shelves after last carrot picking.
Rabbit glanced at Pooh-Bear. How could he possibly be so calm? Pooh was wearing a costume that looked exactly like his, only with a red design and a 'Hunny pot' pin. Besides Pooh, Eyore also had a different design, although their designer, Owl, didn't really work as much on it. It was a leather jacket with a few neon linings here and there. His hair had been dyed so it was jet black instead of gray, and a few neon earrings hung from his left ear. Rabbit couldn't believe how poor Eyore was dressed, but when he asked Owl, he was told that their group needed a 'goth'. Rabbit felt completely degraded, humiliated, almost. It was even worse when Owl had mentioned that people would be watching them. How can someone possibly find amusement in this?! "I believe you guys are now on. Hurry on now, lets go your ponies will not stay still forever." "Ponies?" Rabbit asked. " indeed ponies, I felt that it was more childish, and believe me, acting helpless and childish may be the only way for someone to send in packages, so hurry on, please."
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Blossom felt sad and useless, even with the flamboyant dress. Their dresser, Mr. Finicky had decided on dresses just like their own clothes, so naturally hers was red-and-black striped, but the interesting thing was that it had ice flake-like gems, that made it sparkle. The dresses were supposed to mirror their special powers, like Bubbles had one that had yellow circles that were supposed to resemble sound waves, but in the middle of the rings was glass, formed into a bubble like shape. Buttercup had no 'special power' so her dress was pressed back in a tomboy fashion (she wouldn't wear it like a normal 5 year-old girl...) so it looked more like a cape. They found the horses that would take them through the presentation halls. She bet Him would be real happy to see this. He would probably send in, like, things to everyone but them.
As the music started to play the chariot abruptly started walking towards the center, where a bright brazier was burning. There stood Her. The God of Townsville, the Creator of all, Lauren Faust. She was awestruck. Then noticed she was being televised with her mouth gaping open at the sight. She quickly closed it and twirled a bit, showing off her ice crystal design. The people of Townsville were cheering but their eyes were red, as if they had just been crying. How could Lauren let this happen? They had decided together that they would be safe. Bubbles would be safe. And that is when Blossom made up her mind. She would protect Bubbles at all costs. Buttercup would too (hopefully).
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The music stopped and Dimentio started, "Aha young tributes, if you do not know already with each generation comes a new set of characters, and old ones disappear, this is your redemption day! These games give you a chance you would not have otherwise." He snickered, "of course, by now you know that this is going to be televised, and also, it will be recorded by writing, now after presentations are of course, the interviews, so rest up, they'll be on in about 7 hours on midnight. See you then."
I understand I spell Eyore wrong, it's spelled Eeyore, but do I care? Not really.