Foxx's A/N: G'day all! Welcome to chapter six. Now, maybe you'll get to find out what happens with the seaweed for Derryl's outift...
Subject's A/N: Hello those who are viewing this! If you believed me, you'd know that every single chapter has been made in this one day. HAHA! Triumph! Merry Seaweed!
~SFSFSF~
Chapter 6 - Seaweed Underpants And Talking Trees, Maia's POV
Staring at myself in the mirror, I gaped. Really? This was the best my stylist, Mylan, could do? The incompetent fool couldn't even design a pucking tree correctly!
I was a tree. A mother-flipping tree. A tree that creaked with every movement, and my arms were jammed in a permanent upward position. I was forced to waddle, taking baby steps; my feet made immobile by the awkwardly tight tree costume.
"Isn't it just brilliant?" Mylan asked with pride and awe.
I gave him a look that screamed 'I look like a PUCKING KINDERGARTNER!'. "It's the most amazing thing I have ever seen!" I squealed, dripping with sarcasm. He obviously didn't catch it, because his answering squeak was astonishingly high pitched for a man. It was even high-pitched for a woman's standards.
A Capitol attendant strolled in,alerting us that all tributes needed to be downstairs for the opening ceremony in ten minutes, and the tributes had to be paired up and settled within five. Mylan made an amusing face of utter distraught, as if he thought he would lose his job if he didn't get me there on time. I vaguely wondered what Saxon would be wearing.
"Quick, let's get you down there!" He squeaked. I had enough of his squeaks, squeals, and screams. It was enough to make any girl go banshee and rake his eyes out.
We reached the elevator just as Saxon and his stylist arrived and I got to see he was dressed in an equally horrible tree suit like myself. At least we can get embarrassed together. My thoughts flickered to the boy from district four. No doubt he's in scantily clad nets to accentuate his 'sexy' side. District four always has the 'sexier' tributes.
The elevator opened up to the basement level, where all the cariages sat, positioned in order per district chariots were being prepped and fine tuned for us to be flaunted around the Capitol like the pawns we are. There are no amount of swear words I can use to express my hate towards the Capitol. Rebellion? Hell yeah.
Surprisingly, I found the we were the very last tributes to arrive and everyone else was already getting themselves seated in their carriages, impatiently waiting for our arrival to start the ceremony. The careers from district one shot pointed looks at us, wanting to get on with the show. We hastily stepped behind the 'reigns' and, suddenly the procession started moving.
District one, two and three were the norm, but I hesitated at four. There he was again, Derryl. I did a double take. There he was, and I could see a lot of him. His whole upper body was bare, shining with the light, and presenting a faint set of muscles. His legs were bare, too. And at his groin (Subject's A/N: Eep!) was a thick mesh of tightly bound seaweed. It reminded me too much of seaweed underpants and I had to look away. It looked too uncomfortable.
His district partner, the girl Sasha, also wore a revealing seaweed suit, but it covered more of her legs, appearing as short-shorts, and the mesh of seaweed at her chest was made out like a tank top. Not much cleavage was showing. It was obvious that their stylists had sense. At least their costumes were actually appealing and would gain them sponsors, unlike some tree - like people. And I'm not just referring to Saxon, here.
We were escorted to our carriage and were told to position ourselves in preparation for the upcoming event. A flock of butterflies took nest in my stomach as the wheels started rolling. District one received the expected applause for their extravagant bedazzled gowns that shimmered like diamonds in the light. District two's careers were both equally intimidating yet beautiful, thanks to their stylists who weren't in love with bloody TREES!
Why is every district getting awesome stylist except mine? I wondered, but a voice in the back of my head answered the question for me. Because you're a good for nothing, dirty thief. I shoved that thought back into the dark abyss it belonged in, and the march of the chariots continued on. A show of electric cables shined from district three's tributes, wrapping around their bodies like cords, and again the crowd roared at the dazzling sight.
I held my breath as Derryl and Sasha from district four's chariot set forth. They got the loudest applause of all. Of course, the crowd loved the sexy beasts they posed as. Suddenly a pang of jealousy hit me in the pit of my stomach. I felt queasy and had to pause to regain my breath.
While getting the air back into my lungs, I had missed the carriages containing the tributes from districts four, five, and six. All too soon, our carriage hit the edge of the light. When we passed through the rim, a stunned silence hit us like a pile of bricks. Followed by a collective laughter, the whole crowd cheering uus on in mockery.
A blush spread from my cheeks to my neck, and even tinged my ears pink. I felt like a tomato tree. I had to bite my tongue, a split second from cursing out everyone in sight. I knew we'd be the laughing stock of the Capitol.
"This feels like shit," I stated, not directly talking to anyone.
"Complete and utter shit," said Saxon. I stared at him. Those were the first words he's said since the reaping.
"I didn't take you for the kind of person who swore." I whispered back to him, as the chariots for districts eight, nine, and ten collected behind us. He grinned back at me, but didn't respond. All the chariots were finishing their second circuit, and we found ourselves back to where we started.
The tributes disembarked their chariots, and district-by-district, headed to they elevator that would take them to their assigned floors. Saxon then tapped my shoulder, motioning for me to get in the elevator. Just as the elevator door closes, a hand comes in, stopping it, followed by Derryl from district four. If it was awkward watching him from afar, being stuck in a tiny elevator with him and his seaweed was just maddening. Saxon didn't look very comfortable, either.
"Nice tree suit," he said whilst pressing the fourth button on the elevator.
"N-Nice seaweed p-pants," I stuttered on my words, awkwardly blurting them out. He chuckled in reply, and I inwardly cursed myself. I pressed the seventh button on the elevator, and we started moving.
It fell silent in the small space and again I felt claustrophobia settling in. Is it me, or was I the only one who felt awkward in that elevator? I later asked myself when I almost tripped out of the elevator on our floor. We'd already said our subtle goodbyes to Derryl as he left on the fourth floor, and now Saxon and I were welcomed into the place that would be our home for the next few days.
Foxx's A/N: Mwahaha, not everyone can have amazing costumes like The Girl On Fire! Hehehe, so close to the Games already! You guys do realise Subject and I have written all these chapters in one agonizingly long night? *Yawns* Anywho, whether you liked it or hated it, let us know! Click the big bad button below! (Omg, that rhymed! *sniggers*)
Subject's A/N: I was practically dying of laughter on this scene. Poor trees. Oh well, better luck next time. Please review and tell Foxx her readers want violence! You know to drill, clicky the button. NOW! IF someone sees Snev, tell her to get her butt over here!