Hi guy's! So I've been getting a heap of great feedback about my story but I would really appreciate it if you guys could give me ideas on what you want to read. Like you might want Haymitch and Effie to have a certain moment and other things like that so feel free to PM me or post a review. THANK YOU!
EFFIE'S P.O.V
The helicopter smells, looks and feels boring. Where is the brightly coloured chairs and where are all the avoxes? (did I get that right?) Then it hits me, the rebels wouldn't have avoxes or brightly coloured furniture. I close my eyes and fall asleep to the gentle hum of the aircraft.
"Effie, get the hell up, we're here." A voice wakes me and I open my eyes to see Haymitch shaking me awake.
"Don't touch me!" I yell, where did that come from! I blush, "sorry." Haymitch looks at me with disbelief,
"it's fine." I stand up and follow everyone out of the lowering stairs onto the ground.
13 is... ummmm... empty. Well on the surface anyway, Haymitch leads me down a flight of stairs behind the old Justice building. I gasp, everything is a horrid shade of grey. I'm not even the slightest bit concerned about anything else, in fact I can barely think with all this dull colour surrounding me. My mouth drops open in shock at the lack of colour everywhere. I assumed that they wouldn't have brightly coloured furniture but I didn't think that 13 would have no colour what so ever!
"There's no colour, it's all grey!" I say to Haymitch, he replies
"grey is a colour" he begins to walk away and like a lost dog I follow him. I suppose I am a lost dog, a pink poodle, lost in a sea of ugly grey elephants.
HAYMITCH'S P.O.V
Did she expect to see rainbows everywhere?! God, not everywhere looks like a unicorn vomited and then somebody used it as paint! I don't think Effie is going to be very happy when she see's what she has to wear, let alone what she has to eat. I lead her down corridor after corridor, not bothering to see whether she is following. Finally I stop infront of her room.
"this is where you will sleep" I turn and face her, well what I thought was her. Apparently she wasn't following me, which means she is probably wondering around 13 like a lost sheep.