Deanie's POV #9
I'm looking out my bedroom window when I feel long lanky arms wrap around my waist from behind and pull me a foot off the ground. A scream deafens my right ear.
"Whoa!" Finnick's voice booms in my ear. "You got 10 D!" He sets me down on the ground and I am happy to feel it on my feet. I turn to face him. "You got more than Brody." I shrug my shoulders but can't help but smile.
"Really?" He nods his head rapidly.
"If you came out and watched it with us you would of known." He ruffles my hair.
"Why should I care what they think about me?" I ask him.
"Whatever." He grabs my shoulders. "You still got a pretty good sco-" Smuil barges in the room and begins to talk.
"You should let her sleep." He keeps the door open. "She has to wake up early in the morning for the interview tomorrow." He leaves the room then Finnick looks at me.
"We are going to talk after the interview because." He doesn't finish the sentence he just leaves the room with a sad expression on his face and closes the door. I am left alone with my thoughts. I walk over to the bed and lay on the sheets not feeling tired. My thoughts lie to me because as soon as I blink my mind goes blank and I'm in a dreamless sleep.
I wake up cold but ready for today. I get up but I don't bother showering because I had one the night before. I just change to clothes that are left hanging on the bathroom door. I walk into the dinning room and see Smuil in a bright red sweater and shorts. He wears heels as usual but he wears no makeup. He gives me a big smile then yells for Brody down the hall.
"You guys ready?" I see Finnick siting in the living room. "I'll be watching you in the crowd." I nod at him and walk behind Smuil and Brody to the elevator. Smuil lightly touches the down button and the elevator door opens and we ride it yet again. The door opens and we enter the lobby and Smuil finds his seat on one of the chairs and he looks up at us.
"We know where to go." Brody rolls his eyes and opens the door and doesn't hold it for me. I grab the door and look over at Smuil then walk down the brightly light up hall. I turn the handle to the door on the right and enter the same dull room. My stylist looks at me and grabs an item from the bin I know what she wants me to do. Without any words I strip from my clothes and let her change my appearance yet again.
After a long time of hair washing, pulling, and makeup my stylist finally finishes. I look in the mirror and surprisingly see myself in the reflection. I feel like myself. I wear a short blue puffy dress. The dress cuts off above my knees. It is tight at the top but just above my belly is when it goes puffy. All over the dress there is what looks like silver scales which makes me glitter in a certain light. I imagine me as the shark in the water and feel strong for the first time in my life. I am strong but I'm not a ruthless creature. I am not vicious and I'm not too far gone. My hair is left down and wavy it reminds me of my mothers saying. 'Your hair is the waves of the ocean and you green eyes are the seaweed under it.' I smile at the memory of my mother. I am given just a little makeup that makes my face pale but other than that I have no other makeup. I wear blue sparkly flats. My stylist told me she didn't want me to look any taller than I was.
I turn to my stylist and smile at her. I'm not one for emotions, but I think she deserves something. She simply nods at me but doesn't smile at me. "I don't see a point to you guys thanking me for this. I don't actually help you win." She folds her makeup kit away. "Nobody wins the Hunger Games." I nod at her then I exit the door. As I am leaving so is Brody. He wears only a blue suit with his hair slicked back.
"Oh god." He rolls his eyes. "Why do we have to be matching." I look at him and start to walk towards the doors. "Your not even good enough to represent district 4." I turn around and face him.
"Thats funny." I walk in front of him proudly. "My score says otherwise." I hear a snarl behind me but I continue walking. I take a few steps but then am stopped by a force against my back. My body is slammed into the steel door face first and I can taste blood. I close my eyes and cringe away the pain. His body holds mine against the door and I can't move.
"Those scores will mean nothing when its just me and you in the games." He whispers in my ear. I bring my elbow up and smash it in his stomach. I feel his body leave mine and give him no chance for recovery as I turn to face him and bring my foot up to his chest and kick him to the ground. Before I can jump on him a pair of hands pulls me from the hall and into the lobby. I try to break free of the arms.
"Let go of me Finnic-" I stop mid sentence when I see two peacekeepers on each side of me holding my arms. I look over at Smuil who is helping Brody up. Smuil looks at me with angry eyes. "He's the one who pushed me against the door." I retort but Smuil raises his hand.
"I don't want to hear it." Brody now stands up on his own and brushes the dirt off his clothes. "You two are going to have your interview and that is it." I rip my arms out of the peacekeepers hands and wipe the blood from my lip.
I stand in a line behind the district 3 boy and in front of Brody. I feel like ripping Brody's throat out right now but hold myself back. Someone will get him in the arena. My fight with Brody earlier has made me anxious and I feel like attacking someone, but I know I can't. I'm not going to act sweet during this interview. I'll smile and say a joke but that is just about it. I'm not wasting my energy on these people.
Every single tribute stands here waiting to have their interview with Cesar Flickerman in front of thousands of the Capitol citizens. I don't feel nervous for the interview I feel nervous for what comes after the interview tomorrow. I look ahead at district 1 and district 2. I see the girl that I met at the training centre. I can't see much of what she is wearing but both her and her fellow tribute are wearing almost identical apparel. Its gold and silver in colour. I guess its suppose to represent armor they make.
Each interview only lasts about five minutes so I'm not going to be waiting long. Districts 1 and 2 are finished and the girl for district 3 just got called up. I wait a little bit longer holding my hands in front of me then the district 3 boy is called up. I think about how each time that someones name got called up they were greeted by a roar from the crowd. I highly doubt I will get such a big fan base.
I hear Cesar say goodbye to the boy and then hear his intro to me. "And now is Deanie Sammer from district 4." The crowd goes wild and it surprises me, but I climb the stairs with ease as Cesar holds his hand out to me. I accept his hands in mine but I stay my distance. "Oh darling I don't bite." He says as he sits me next to him on a long couch.
"Oh I'm not worried about your teeth I'm worried about your breath." I say smiling into the crowd looking for Finnick. The crowd goes crazy in laughter and Cesar looks at me shocked then laughs along with the crowd.
"You have so many talents." He looks into the crowd. He begins to name them off. "Beauty." The crowd applauds. "She's witty, charming, and funny." I blush and look at my feet. "And at last. Knows how to fight." I shake my head.
"I don't think I'm that good." I retort. He quickly shakes his head.
"Your score says otherwise." He booms into the microphone. "I mean a 10 that's amazing!" The whole crowd goes through the roof with cheers. I try to take my hand away put he keeps a firm grip.
"I don't know." I look up at him. "Its just a score." He laughs at me.
"Oh how you melt my heart darling." He looks into my eyes. "Just as much as this dress melts my heart. It looks gorgeous." The crowd gives an approving applaud and followed by screams. "But, I think the first time you melted my heart was when you volunteered for that girl. What was her name?" I look at him then look into the crowd. I panic and can't find Finnick anywhere in the crowd. "Alice Pulmet."
"Well Cesar," I squint against the light and think I see Finnick's face. "I did it because she lost her foot when a fish hook got stuck in her ankle and poisoned her had to amputate it and now she has a fake leg and can barely walk." Everyone gives a aw to me and I look at Cesar now. "She didn't deserve this." I turn away and look at my shoes. "No one deserves this." The crowd goes silent and Cesar squeezes my hand a little too tightly and stands both of us up.
"Well everyone." He raises both of our hands. "A big round of applause for Deanie Sammer." The whole audience booms in claps and I escort my self to the other end of the stage. They had to hear it. I can't keep quiet anymore.