Snev's A/N: "DON'T YOU DARE WRITE MY BLOODY A/N FOR ME AGAIN OR I'LL SERIOUSLY SHOOT YOU!" … I think you can guess that my nightmare turned into reality. I started writing my own A/Ns! *dun dun dun*!

Foxx's A/N: *beep* I am away so blame it all on Snev and Sub *beep*

Subject's A/N: Snev's A/N rage is frightening me. I solemnly swear that Snev's A/N will stay Snev's A/N. Anyway, read this chapter! The leprechauns command you!

~SFSFSF~

Chapter 12 - What Outfit?, Smerryl's POV

I looked up at my stylist's face and then back down at the hideously parasitical clothes laid out in front of me, almost teasing my worse instincts to lash out and wipe that smile off my stylist's smug face.

"What. Have. You. Done." I gaped. After the earlier events of the day I didn't think it could have got worse but they evidently just did. I started off being aroused by a string of ugly words from Bevan's mouth, almost all of him describing me, my personality and my manner of eating asparagus. Then, after resisting the imminent urge to punch Bevan in the gob to shut him up once and for all, I had stormed off, just after hearing my training score from a smug Bevan. A two. A fucking two. While Maia is out there prancing around with a seven.

I thought it went bad but seriously, it was definitely one bad moment when I stepped out and barged right into my escort, just to find out how my day had just been condemned. With them. Maybe I could hide out and strike back in the arena; or maybe not. I had had just about enough after my hours of torture, just to find that I had to have a single lesson with Bevan of how to behave in the interviews. Needless to say; I skived. So yes, that may sound like a bad day, but it just got a hell of a lot worse.

"No." I managed to stammer, "No way, no way am I wearing that."

"I know it's that beautiful, but I felt that even if it could have been put to better use on a more attractive boy, I decided eventually that I wanted you to have it. That I want you to have it." My stylist Honey cooed at me through her perfectly whitened bucked teeth.

The seaweed was a good idea, I'll give her that, even if it ended up with me having a stupid nickname at the hands on Maia. What do I care? I don't want to know or even think about her. She wants to hurt me before the arena? Sure, I'm no grass, but she'll have one hell of a time in there with me breathing down her neck. Preferably I'll have the breath of flames. That way it will hurt more for her. Good. Turning back to the 'outfit' I gawked.

The outfit?

Three words:

What.

Fricking.

Outfit!

What I was looking at is undoubtedly and unquestionably the most skimpy outfit seen to man or boy alike. It was so vulgar, so ultimately bare, that I wouldn't want to wear it to my own funeral. And that's saying something since traditionally the dead body is "purged" of all clothes at their funeral in district four.

Honey was forcing me to wear see-through. Not your normal, run of the mill clear, but a suit that, in fact I wold barely call I see-though, more like see-none. The only part not shown in sharp relief was the one part of my body I didn't feel like flaunting. It was almost like a jump-suit in style but a much worse fashion statement, if that even was possible.

"I wanted to make the ultimate statement of nudity, but your bossy mentor, Deevan or something, warned us not to do so." Honey continued, oblivious to the disgusted look on my face. For once I could say I actually appreciated Bevan for what he had done for me. My gratitude was of course brief when I remembered all of the horrible, stupid and generally Bevan-like things Bevan had done to me.

"We haven't completely finished the final touches, and there is a little something we need to add before it's ready to be worn." I gaped at her, wondering what else you could put in a virtually nonexistent outfit. I soon found out and my aghast look was wiped off my face completely and replaced with a goofy smile. In a flash of a second I replaced it with a look of respect, but it had been there.

"Honey," I smiled, "you bloody genius!"

I strode as carefully as I could past the door of Maia's dressing room and desperately tried to contain a curse as she stepped out into the open corridor. I hurriedly leapt into a convenient side corridor that was leading off from the one I was in. I peaked past the corner and suppressed a gasp crossed with a bemused chuckle at the sight of Maia's outfit. Maia was wearing, alongside a scowl fixed upon her face, a dress. I never thought I'd see the day when Maia would wear a dress and now I see why. Her almost masculine figure seemed far from home and comfort squashed inside a tight fitting brown and green dress. The brown wasn't a wily hazelnut brown of a delectable chocolate brown, no, it was a dirty muddy brown and the green speckled across her chest, which I assume was meant to represent the dappled sunlight thrown across the leaves, looked like someone had attacked her with a paint pot. Which, knowing stylists, was probably the case.

I hurriedly pulled myself back and watched her storm by, glancing furtively every now and then at her skin which looked dry and cracked and considerably darker than before. Brown. Muddy brown.

Foxx's A/N: HEEEEEEY! I'm baack. I'm gone ten days and all these two can make is two and a half chapters, *sighs*. But I missed yous! Love you all :{P This chappie was basically all Snev. Ehehe. Reviewing this is what makes the world go round, so review away! Yessums, and, PS, there's something 'special' about this chapter. Figure it out and you get a prize!

Subject's A/N: She's BACK! Woohoo! This chapter was really short, apposed to other ones. It was sort of a filler thingo. Foxx is rubbing off on me. :P Anyways, go back and re read the chapter. The first one to comment about finding the 'secret' gets a surprise!

Snev's A/N: Oh no. My life just got a lot worse. Foxx returned. Well, yeah, thanks Subject, this was a crap chapter. Nice of you to mention it, alongside the fact that I wrote almost all of it! ;) Ah well, google docs seems to be actually working for me (not for long, but you never know) so suddenly I feel uplifted and ready to write lots and lots more! =D And about the whole "bop" thing. Well, Subject and I had this HUGE battle (me winning of course) about editing this thing back and forth from *beep* to *bop* and so on and so forth... and as I said, I won, so it's called *bop* in this chapter! Well, I hope you enjoyed it and I extra hope you'll review!