Foxx's A/N: I'm too school for cool. Review! - simple as.
Sub's A/N: Thank you, Foxx, for the wonderful censored A/N. This is most likely the final chapter before the Games, and you vicious readers are in for a surprise when they start. But our computers run on reviews, which we're on a shortage of. Come on people!
Snev gets no A/N because she is cool like that. ;P
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Chapter 15: Post-Interview Confrontations, Maia's POV.
It was official: Nadelle and Damien were the worst mentors in the history of Panem. Not ten seconds had passed after the interviews until Dumb and Dumber had ambushed me.
I was getting sick of all their vague advice. The only valid information was a bit on finding water and watching out for the career pack. Well, thank you Captain Obvious, but I already knew those basic rules.
Anyone with half a brain knows they need water and you would be one dumb dipshit if you didn't watch out for the careers. Of course I didn't say anything like that. I just simpered sweetly and gave them the finger behind their backs, that was satisfying enough.
I walked down the hallway, with no idea where I was going. The interviews were over, the day was gone as was the night, and I was still restless. The hunger games start in exactly one hour and my pajama clad body better be ready. The only sound distinguishable was my shoes pounding on the tiled floor. But, all too soon, I was joined by the boy wonder - seaweed boy.
"You okay?" I whipped around to see none other than seaweed boy grinning at me. Yep, definitely stalking me.
"Depends." I grunted.
"On what?" He asked me as I whipped my face around to actually look at his.
"How many sponsors I got yesterday compared to how many you got."
"Ooh, the competition's heating up, eh?" he joked.
"Don't joke. It doesn't suit your personality. Not that anything is suitable for a boring stick in the mud. " I snapped in crude reply and charged off down the corridor.
"Yeah?" His voice echoed down the hall towards me as I walked away, "Well be careful, because every time you frown, someone gets eaten by a huge man-eating hedgehog. And you've been doing a lot of frowning lately."
"Real mature, seaweed boy!" I yelled but it didn't work and he had already gone by the time the corridor took the echo up for me.
Still fuming from the pointless row Derryl had dragged me into, I continued storming down the corridor towards the hovercraft hanger. It's time to go up top! Mixed emotions were brewing inside me. On the whole, I was nervous; anxiety had gripped me all over; but another part of me was excited, anticipating the Games that was to come. I stopped myself - it was wrong to be like that, thinking like a career. I stepped in the lift meant to be going towards the hovercraft boarding just to find none other than Belladonna there.
I couldn't exactly hop out or I'd be more of a target in the arena, so I clenched my jaw and stepped in, trying to retain a little dignity before I went faced a brutal beating in a suit of mud. What the hell. I'm going to die today if I rub this bitch the wrong way or not, I might as well have a bit of fun while I'm at it.
"Hey poison! I heard you were getting a bit drippy lately." I said, causing her head to whip around in a jerking motion.
"Alright, that's it. I should of killed you ages ago-" Her fierce growl frightened me slightly, but I plowed on.
"Should have. Should have, would have, could have." I replied. "If you're going to threaten to kill me, at least be dignified enough to not slaughter the wonderful grammar English language as well."
"Listen punk-" She attempted to growl again, slightly disturbed at the cheek I was showing her
"I'm getting rather tired of that phrase, drippy." I cut in and roll my eyes at her.
"Drippy!" Belladonna shrieks at me and I back up slightly, but not without a few snide retorts.
"Yeah, Bell. Drippy. Like dripping poison, the fact that it's all gone and how useless you are and stuff. I was going to call you marigold but I decided against it."
The lift jolted to a stop, the doors sliding open onto her floor, but she refused to get out.
"MARIGOLD!" Belladonna shrieked again, almost busting my ear drums.
"Yeah, like the flower. Perfectly harmless, and flawlessly delicate. But it's pretty, And let's face the facts here, you don't exactly slip into that agenda do you?"
"THAT IS IT PUNK! I'M THROUGH WITH YOU AND YOUR LITTLE DISTRICT FOUR BUDDY!" The shriek echoed out of the elevator, and a blonde head poked out of one of the doors. Before the woman could see us arguing, the doors slid shut, and the lift continued to move upwards. This is more fun then I thought! I need to end it though. No reason to get caught by the incompetent fools dubbed my mentors.
"Stop calling me punk, it's not very tactful. And seaweed boy is not my 'buddy', I hate him as much as you. No, more." I added just before she lunged at me and tried to pin me to the wall.
A few moments passed: her pinning me against the wall, a smile faintly sitting on my face. She smirked, pulling back. "You know what?" she said, "Enjoy the next few minutes of you life before the Arena. In just one hour, you will be dead."
"Minutes? I'm flattered. You won't last a second before you fall off your plate and get your fat arse blown to smithereens." I struggled to remove myself from her hold, but she's too strong. I know I'll overpower her in the Arena.
This comment was promptly greeted by a stinging kick in the ribs.
"Well who's the rebel?" I gasp, "Fighting before the arena? Lucky I'm a pacifist."
"A pacifist?" Asks Belladonna.
"Yeah, someone who thinks fighting is wrong. It's a word taught to infants. But I wouldn't suspect you to have reached that level yet." My retort earned me another blow to the ribs. This is getting dangerous. What would Derryl do...
"I know what a bloody pacifist is!" she yells at me, drilled to the bone with rage.
"Temper, temper." I pat her on that auburn frizzy head of hers and then, after hurriedly kneeing her in the stomach, I quickly departed the lift, which had conveniently stopped on my floor. Well, soon-to-be killers need their sleep. This should be entertaining.
I looked back over my shoulders, where the lift doors were closing on the look of pure hatred that adorned Belladonna's face. Hm. She looks mad. I quickly stuck my tongue in her direction, which solicited a swear that was quickly blocked by the shut lift doors.
By the way - I'm not a pacifist. I just said that to annoy her. Ah well, I think I succeeded in that. At least I had some fun before I die.
After a short trip in a hovercraft punctuated with a tracker being inserted into my arm painfully, I entered the room known to us tributes as the 'Stockyard' and barged in on my stylist - Mylan, snogging Derryl's stylist - Honey.
"What is going on here!" I yelled and Mylan and Honey looked up at me, shocked to have just been interrupted.
"Oh, I better just, go... if the tributes have arrived and everything then Derryl will be waiting and-" Honey tried to explain, quivering in fear.
"Oh no you don't - you're staying right here and explaining everything." I demanded in my most commanding voice. Naturally she scuttled off, leaving me with Mylan.
"There w-w-w-was nothing going on here, Maia. N-n-nothing at all." Mylan stuttered, rearranging his toupee and wiping the green lipstick off of his cheek, chin, lips, forehead, and neck. Not to mention his thigh. I could only imagine the dirty things they must have been getting up to if there was lipstick there. Except I didn't really want to."Sh-sh-shall we go?" I nodded humorously. Do they honestly think I care about a stupid Capitol romance? I will probably die, and romance is just a waste of my last few precious days. Though thinking about it...
"Honey!" I called out and she zoomed back into the room, having obviously been eavesdropping. "The deputy-head Gamemaker asked me to tell you that you left your short black nightie, not the burgundy silk but the really short black lacy one, in his room last night and to pick it up as soon as possible because his wife's coming over tonight."
And with the crushed look on my stylist's face, I entered the launch room, readying myself to see what clothes I would have to wear as tribute. I hastily tore off my pajamas in favor of the tribute outfit - A slim-fitting shirt made of some synthetic material, I guessed to trap body heat or something, and plain denim paints that would be of no help at all. The shoes fit the sole of my feet perfectly and had good grip; they would be great for running. Mylan was still standing dazed by the door when he suddenly broke into wracking sobs. A little grin crept onto my face and I stepped onto the launch pad, waiting for it to rise and bring me to my coming doom.
Snev's A/N: Right, end of chapter. This was an equal three way split this chapter and we all did as much as the other, I'm glad to say. The time distances are mental though. I'm in the middle for them so Foxx stays us late, Sub gets up early and I get shoved into doing it in the middle of the day when everyone else would be doing things. But I don't mind because I'm not everyone else! ;D
Foxx's A/N: Hi. *double yawn* SO TIRED. Sub and Snev bully me into staying awake to help finish this even though I've got school tomorrow. *points finger*
Subject's A/N: *yawn* This chapter is hot off the press! Review! I am submitting a formal request. By the way, the chapters are written about 3 days BEFORE they are published. A chapter a day keeps the reviews coming in( - or not in our case(Snev).)
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As Foxx has told you, I cannot rhyme.