Thanks to TigreMalabarista for favoriting! And whoeer reads this story and waits for the next chapter to be posted, I went back and read through everything. I had so many mistakes, it was horrible. So maybe one weekend soon, instead of updating, I'll go back and fix every mistake. I was SOOOO annoyed with myself, because they were all stupid mistakes, like forgetting words or leaving out letters.
Disclaimer: Not today. I woke up on the wrong side of the Seam this morning. What's that? No, how could I possibly own a part of District 12?
Seven hours later, we're woken up none to gently by Leona. "Leona, how the HELL did you get in here? I locked the door on purpose so you COULDN'T get in here," I growl, very annoyed. "I have a key. I have keys to all the right places, just like you have knives in all the wrong places." "Too bad I don't have one in your head right about now. Oh, could you remind me later to get you a restraining order from President Snow?" Marlin stuffs his face into his pillow so Leona can't hear him laughing.
She rolls her eyes. "Here's your dress for Districts 5, 6, and 7!" she says, laying them on the and walking out the door. I take the soft fabric of the one for District 7 in my hands. A simple yet beautiful olive green dress with a belt with a simple folded top. I put it on and go through through the routine once again. For the day after, I have a white dress embroidered with something Finnick calls paisley on it (because of course the super-macho Finnick Odair knows what paisley is) to wear in District 6. Then District 5, where I'll have a yellow dress. Let's hope they aren't as rude as their girl tribute was before I killed her.
~Four days later~
The Capitol interview is tomorrow, and I don't want to walk down the street with all the weird people out there, so I send Finnick to pick up that stuff I ordered the day before the tour started. He comes back in about half an hour, his hair messed up, his darkly-tinted sunglasses askew, and trying to catch his breath. "The lady didn't give you a lot of trouble, did she?" I ask, alarmed at his shortness of breath as I open the box. Inside are little baby clothes with embriodered names on them.
"No, she didn't give me much trouble. Her head hit the floor pretty hard, though." "She FAINTED?!" "Yeah, but not before she asked some questions. She was all like "Are these for you? Who's the lucky mother?" and I was all like "Whoa, no way are these for me. I'm just picking them up for a client." And she was all like "Who?" and I was all like "ViVi Coast." Man, for a Capitol citizen she figured out who that was pretty quick. And then she started fanning herself and screaming. Then she fainted."
"YOU TOLD HER WHO I WAS?! NOW EVERYONE IN THE FRICKIN' CAPITOL WILL KNOW MY SECRET EVEN BEFORE THE INTERVIEW! GOD, FIFI, YOU ARE SO STUPID!" "And then... and then I was walking down the street, and a lady screamed, "Oh my god, it's Finnick Odair!" And then everyone screamed and started running after me, even the men, which is kinda disgusting, and I ran all the way back here." "Oh, you poor handsome thing," I snap sarcastically, not having time for his whiny crap. "You are going to drive me there RIGHT NOW, and you will wait for me while I threaten that lady so she won't tell anyone. "But I don't even know how to drive," he whines. "Well then, you're about to learn," I say, grinning evilly.
"What are those?" Leona asks nosily, peeking her head into the door. "NOTHING!" I yelp, shoving the clothes behind my back. She looks anyway, then begins to hypervenilate. "A baby! Why didn't you tell me?" "Gee, I wonder," I say, rolling my eyes. Finnick smirks. "This is so exciting!" I put my face really close to hers. "I am telling everyone tomorrow at the interview. If you tell anyone, I swear..." She nods and runs away. "Nice job, princess. Maybe I could hire you to scare all the screaming Capitol ladies away from me." "Well, I am the all-powerful Victoria Shores. Those girls think they can get to you? Well, they've got another thing coming," I say, cracking my knuckles. I grab the keys to a car parked in the train station, designed especially for victors visiting the Capitol, and shove them into his hands.
Marlin stops us in the hallway. "Where y'all going?" "Finnick's going to drive me to the place where he told a Capitol citizen that embroidered some baby clothes for that they were for me. Then I'm going to make her promise not to tell anyone." "Sounds cool. I'm going." Then he runs down the hall. "I call dibs on shotgun!" he yells after us. "Damn, Marlin, I wanted to sit in the front!" I complain. "Then you should have called dibs!" he yells back. I roll my eyes and follow them.
Marlin ends up riding shotgun. Worst. Idea. Ever. Finnick swerves around the cars in other lanes while Marlin shout out orders. "Ten points if you can hit that stop sign!" Marlin screams. BOOM. The stop sign goes flying. I make sure my seat belt is buckled. Lord knows I'll need it. Oh no, I hear a siren. I look out the window in the back and see a peacekeeper car. "Twenty points if you can hit that ad for Groosling Noodle Soup!" Marlin yells. The ad gets trampled. Finnick and Marlin laugh like maniacs. I slam open the glass that separates the front from the back. "Pull the damn car over, FiFi! The peacekeepers are after us!"
He pulls the car over and a peacekeeper comes up to his window. "Sir, I'm going to ask you to come with me," a feminine voice tells Finnick. He stares at her. "Do you know who I am?" he asks. "No, nor do I care. You have to come-" He slides his sunglasses down his nose, so she can see his eyes. The lady goes silent. "Yeah, I thought so." I roll my eyes and get out of the car. "Get out of the car, Finnick, I'm driving from now on. The lady speaks up, but when she sees who I am she goes silent again. Finnick reluctantly switches seats with me. Good, now I'm the one in control. No more near death experiences today.
"Now, can we go, Miss? My interview is tomorrow, and I have errands to run." "I can't just let him go..." "Tell you what. If you let me go, the next time I'm in the Capitol, I'll... take you out to dinner," Finnick says. The lady smiles and makes a call me sign with her hand as she walks away. I roll the window up and start driving, my hands clenched on the wheel. I've never driven a car before, so I don't go a mile over thirty. "Finnick, you need to realize that your good looks aren't going to get you everywhere in life. Someday you'll be old and wrinkly, just like everyone else," I say sternly.
"But here's the thing, princess. My looks ARE going to get me everywhere in life. Just face it. I'm immaculate, and I'll always be immaculate." "You need to stop flirting with people so easily. It's sooooo not attractive," I argue. "Well, he gets some pretty cool free stuff. I'd say he's doing pretty good," Marlin say reasonably. Finnick high-fives him while I facepalm myself. Boys are so oblivious to the bad things that they could do in life. We're finally there. I crack my knuckles.
"Time to scare some Capitol ass into silence, boys."
The worst idea ever part is a reference to my favorite part of the Serpent's Shadow, the third book of the Kane Chronicles, where Bes and Sadie it demons with Bes's limo while Carter tries not to have a heart attack in the back seat. You should read the books, they're good. I think I would make the best Sadie ever, if it was made into a movie.