Hello me again so this is me, just saying no Annie, or Megan ( well no Megan yet) hope you like. ALSO LOOK UP MERE888.
~yes I'm a sinner, yes I'm a saint whatever happens here, we remain~
Diana ~pov~
Its been about three days since I've come here, not knowing how or why, I've been sent here and for what reasons. all these questions I cant answer.
Right at this moment a round table, was placed right in the middle of the designing room, which is where cinna. the man who gave life to the girl on fire theme, for katniss dress and rebellion icon. sat on her left, and Portia on her right. while Diana herself sat at the head.
looking on what seems like fashion designs, from a distance that is or if your just walking by. But up close you'll see it wasn't some colored swabs, or little doodles of stick people in puffy shoulder pads, no this was much more, something that not even the capitol would ever thought three fashion designers could come up with.
No this is what Diana was brooding over, ever since she came here saw the caring and determined faces, of two people she come to know and love.
there will to change fate all three of them have planned, manipulated there capitol ship as there act of defense, no one has caught on yet, and they took precautions to keep it that way.
Diana had an idea if they could get, some help (which Portia suggested flavius and venia, and cinna quickly shot that idea down saying and I quote: "they may have style, but when it comes to a rebellion, I think they would just suggest which hairstyle would go great with there outfits."
Diana had thoughts of her own, like who to trust (which wouldn't be so hard, cause she read the books) and where to find supplies to reinforce the rebellion, such as arming the other districts, not just district thirteen.
"Tigris" said Diana snapping her fingers, thinking of the stylist turned shopkeeper. "she's a clothes designer, and owns her on shop" said Portia in reclamation.
"Yes and I also know she helps katniss along with others, which makes her a valuable asset" said Diana.
"Perfect an ally" said Portia writing the name in a designer book, which there using for the rebellion, and hiding it when not in use.
"and I also think we could get in touch with Plutarch heavensbee" Diana thought of the headgame maker, secretary of communications also a fellow rebellion, also he new Tigris.
"Add Plutarch heavensbee", said Diana looking at Portia, who wrought it down with a grin on her purple lips. Diana looked back to cinna who momentarily, went to retrieve a flat velvet box.
When cinna rejoined them, he set it down in front of them, opening the lid Diana couldn't help the gasp that escaped. Inside were golden mockingjay medallions, easy to string and no bigger than a quarter also easy to hid under shirts.
" I though we needed a way to show we're allies and also part of the rebellion" cinna said, smiling.
"Cinna this is amazing" Diana said giving him a sideways hug.
Laughing cinna took out one of the medallions, and stringed it on a silver chain, walking up behind Diana, and with nimble fingers clipped it onto her neck, all the while Diana stood still, liking how he didn't pull her hair, or get the chain stuck in her hair either.
Then cinna walked to Portia, and Diana couldn't help feeling a little put out by his absence, cinna took one of the mockingjay medallions and another one for Portia, who put it on a gold chain with ruby's imbedded into it.
After a moment of marveling over the beauty that was so well crafted, Diana thoughts were then turned back to the task at hand. "we should look into capitol defense, see what we're up against" said Diana, though she already knew about the trackerjacker poison, Diana still didn't know what else to expect.
And also saving finnick, peeta mellark from getting poisoned , primrose everdeen from getting blown up, rue from dieing in the horror that is the hunger games, district twelve along with the rest of the districts, the other victors, and…. Cinna …..
"we should split up tasks" advised cinna, one of us can go see Tigris, while the others go find out about Plutarch, and see to trying to get information" he concluded.
"I'll go see Tigris" Portia offered. while me and cinna looked at each other, pondering if we should let her or not.
" alright but be careful what you say" cinna said with a serious face, Portia squealed in delight making her way to the door, deciding to go with out delay, only stopping to grab her black shawl, then it was just cinna and Diana.
Diana and cinna worked some more on both, rebellion activity and the tribute dress which they were close to finish, and Diana also wanted to start on the others as soon as possible.
"but if we change things would we need those dress" Diana head began hurting from over thinking.
Rubbing her temples and letting out a sigh. "you seem tired" cinna noted, seeing Diana rub at her temples, out of the corner of his eye.
"I might be a little tired" Diana admitted quietly.
" do you think what we're doing will work" Diana said letting her shoulders slump onto the table, and looking up at cinna, cinna gave no reply for a moment. "there's no certain answer, but we sure can try" cinna said with a grin, making a small smile appear on Diana's face.
"Thank you cinna for everything" Diana said, heading off to get some sleep, readying herself for another day life in the capitol, but before she got two steps, she turned back around and before she knew what she was doing….. she hugged him…
"thank you" Diana said heading out the studio, feeling embarrassed on that spur of the moment hug.
~piper pov~
three days, three days two nights, seventy-two hours, three days since she ended up into this world (not that she was keeping count or anything)
first 2 hours on the first day when she met rues family, five hours that first day when she met thresh, three days and four hours thirty minutes, since she found herself out here, in the blistering sun along side Mr. star or fizz as he's called by everyone.
he even told her to call him that which I was happy to comply, and on her other side was and elderly man, gray hair hunched over, and half blind I felt sorry for him. and angry towards the peacekeepers who watch over us like we're dogs and keep us on a short leash.
and when we don't obey we get whipped, that much I know from what I've read about district eleven in the book, and rue told me all about the peacekeepers tempers, and strict rules.
Now out here in the sun that's making her skin peel, her pores to sweat. and her hair to stick to the back of her neck, besides these things she was out here with what seems like the whole population of district eleven, holing and tilling the land and farming potatoes.
peacekeepers walking the rows breathing down our necks, lashing out at anybody who was either to slow or just taking a breather, like most of us that almost look to the point of collapsing.
Rue and wick were two rows away, forced to plow just like the rest of us, as poppy, jinx and quelling work to fill the baskets full of potatoes. then have to carry them to a truck that would the take them to a train, to be exported to the shining city called panem were a crazed man, that thought it would be a wonderful idea to pitch kids together, and watch them tear each other apart, and stuff there grotesque faces with the food that we provided out of our forced labor.
Flickering my eyes up once more, I catch a glimpse of the person in front of me…. Thresh….. he was tilling the land, strong arms and broad shoulders that he must have gained, by doing hard work since young. a chiseled face, with dark chocolate brown eyes focusing on the work at hand, reminding piper of her work as well.
Going back to plowing the sun baked soil, and looking at rue and wick time to time, the work was going slow. but that was till a peacekeeper came by he looked young, maybe in his early twenties walking down our row, glancing at the younger and older people with hawk eyes. just waiting for a slipup and devourer them like they were pray, I was hopping he would leave soon, but to my dismay he just stood there whip in hand, trying to look intimidating.
I kept my eyes down, only looking up for a brief moment to check on the children, who look uncomfortable and then my eyes strayed to thresh once again working diligently.
but I could see him looking around at others with concern, then his eyes turned to me, I stared into his eyes just for a second, then averted them to the ground working faster in embarrassment for being caught looking, the peacekeeper still hasn't gone away yet and it was working on my nerves. but I held my tongue for everyone's sake.
he began to move which I thought hopping he was finally leaving but I was wrong, he walked between me and the old man basically loom over him.
the poor old man was working on ignoring the peacekeeper, the peacekeeper seemed agitated for not being feared and instead ignored, in one swift movement he gave a jerk to the plow the old man was using, making him fall face first into the ground.
As the old man was trying to get back up, the peacekeeper gave out a sickening laugh that made my blood boil, get backup" the peacekeeper had the nerve to command. But the old man just didn't seem to have the strength, the peacekeeper went to his belt which had a leather cord whip attached.
"get up" he commanded in a sarcastic aggravated voice, but the old man just seemed to give up, by now everyone just seemed to watch with pitying looks.
As the peacekeeper raised his whip to strike, I found my lower body move forcing my way between the old man and the striking whip, keeping my hand at the level of my eye, the whip wrapped around my forearm digging into the skin, making it burn and bleed through the edges of the imprinted cord.
Grabbing my end of the cord, I yanked it out of his grip the look on his face would make me laugh any other time, but I was far from that giddy mood.
I Unwrapped the cord from my arm, suppressing a hiss of pain. I threw the whip as far as I could away from me. "are you alright sir" I asked, leaning down to the level of the old man, which has yet to get back up.
Helping him back on his feet, and steadying him I let go. "thank you" he said quietly squeezing my hand between his own.
the peacekeeper seemed to come out of his la-la land where no one apposed him, and showed his anger by coming up behind me. after I helped the old man, I was yanked by my hair and making the old mans weak grip let go.
he pulled me six-steps back. but you see when piper was a young girl, and she was being taken care of by her families personal nanny while her parents were off on businesses , she made piper go to defense classes to "keep a pretty little girl like you safe." or as I thought to get rid of me for a few hours.
On that note, pipers hours on hours of defense class came to her, snapping her head back that collided with his face, and elbowing him in the gut to let her go, piper used her body weight to her advantage. by leaning forward she was able to get out of his grip, stumbling forward and ending up falling to the ground.
Hearing or seeing the feud (which ever one piper doesn't know) four older peacekeepers made there way over "WHAT HAPPENED" the one in the lead, that looked like he commanded the others, yelled to the man that piper was fighting. (and of course beating him)
getting a closer look at the man that tried to hurt the old man, he had a bloody nose and he was flat on his back. "SHE DONE THIS" the young man yelled pointing straight at me. blood running his lip and into his mouth while he talked. they started advancing making there way towards me.
"I'm in for it now" I thought readying myself for a world of pain. but then I felt a hand on my shoulder, the old man took hold of my hand and pulling me up to my feet, still holding my hand we faced the on coming peacekeepers.
Strangely enough I wasn't scared, I had this man I never met, who has no relation to me but yet I saved him, and in return he stands by me. even now when me might get severely hurt or killed. "What you going to do, you got lucky once wont happen again" the little prick taunted, But before they could reach us fizz stepped in front of us.
"Don't ever make the mistake of thinking kindness is a weakness, sometimes it takes great strength to stand and face you" fizz spat at them, the ho acting like a sword in his hands, it touched me to see him protecting us, but what can a old man, a girl from a different world, and a strong man all on there own do, and yet again I was wrong.
Like a tidal wave, more and more came to stand beside us, making tears prick in the corner of my eyes to think these people I don't even know, would stick up for me.
"GET BACK TO WORK" the leader of the band of the oppressor shouted, no one moved, instead we all walked towards them, ho`s, rakes, and even some axes fisted tightly in our hands. the peacekeepers stumbled back and like a trigger, all the built anger for there district, no MY district, were released… and we charged.