Hey guys! I've joined the Organized Chaos SYOT author collaboration! I've never published on this site before, and figured that this would be a great way to start! I'm super excited to get started, and will write two or three chapters before I introduce the tributes. Then I'll have to wait until most of the forms come in before continuing! If you want to be an author you can message SilverflowerXRavenpaw. I hope you guys are as excited as I am for this!
Ebony Stilleto - Capitol Socialite, 17
The sun rising over the Capitol can be a beautiful thing — especially if you live in an all-glass penthouse in the middle of the city — but you see it day after day, and the glare shines directly into your eyes at seven in the morning, it can get a little old. I groan and pull the covers over my head. I really need to do something about that sunlight, but blinds would look stupid in an all-glass penthouse. I contemplate this issue with the silk covers still over my head, until a new thought dawns on me. "Happy Hunger Games," I whisper to myself, smiling wildly.
This new memory gives me the strength to emerge from the covers and ring the bell for my avox. I can't believe I forgot that today was the first day of the Hunger Games preparations! I must be as stupid as someone from District 12. Today they introduced the mentors, and on the third day the reapings begin. That's my favorite part. I hope a male career wins. Strong, handsome male careers are my favorites. The female ones are too pretty. I wish they'd all die in the last District 2 male was incredibly handsome. Too bad he died by the claws of a mutt near the end. I dream of the tribute's pale blue eyes until I'm interrupted by my avox carrying my breakfast.
"Could you have taken any longer?" I scoff, sitting up in bed further. She hangs her head in submission. My avox used to be quite pretty herself. That is, until she lost her tongue. The bags under her eyes don't help her appearance either.
After breakfast I hop in the in shower and thoroughly wash my ebony black hair. I dry off and throw on a silk robe. My thoughts return to the reapings as my avox brushes my hair. "You're really lucky to be here," I tell her. No response, but it's not like she's capable of one anyway. I continue. "The reaping in three days, and if you were still in the districts you may have been the next tribute. You wouldn't live a day in the arena." I examine her in the mirror as she continues to brush my hair in silence. "Mainly because no one would sponsor you with those looks."
I turn around, no longer feeling the brush on my hair. My avox has stepped back, finished with her work. "Go find my outfit," I command. "I want the white dress, gold jewelry." Today I want to look effortlessly elegant. Because my uncle Draco Stilleto is the head gamemaker, my family gets some of the best seats in the house. It's important to look like I belong there.
My avox brings out my dress and I change. My strapless white dress is satin and falls right above my knees. I tie a black sash that matches my hair around my waist and fasten a simple yet expensive gold necklace around my neck. I am stunning. I will command the room with my outfit. Everyone I meet will instantly know my high status, and who knows who I'll meet? In the Capitol, you must always be on your guard.