Chapter 4- Tuning Out the World
Wow! Look at me! This is what, my 3rd chapter this week? I'm a lean, mean, writing machine! I is so proud of myself! X) Anyways I'm going to try and mash the train ride with Angel's stylist/prep team. In Suzanne Collins H.G the train ride was extremely important but not so much to Angel. (As you can tell by the chapter title) Keep in mind I can't speel. WARNING: Contains Spoilers.
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On with the story!
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I wake up in a cold sweat screaming my mother's name. I haven't even slept in real pajamas because I get so sweaty. I grab a silk bathrobe and tie it loosley around my waist. I brush my hair so I at least look like I'm trying. I'm going to have to face the world at some point, and I'm starving. (Well I'm always starving but here there's food.) I turn the knob on my door.
"Holy crap Finnick! What are you doing here?" I shout before I trip over Finnick. He's standing right next to my door leaning against the wall.
"Here's a fun fact Angel: I like sleep. But with your screaming all night long it's impossible." He says. It ticks me off how he says it like- like- I don't know it just bothers me.
"I'm sorry." I say. I'm always apologizing, always ending the fight, always forgiving. "I just have these nightmares."
"Sounded more like someone was killing you." Finnick says pissed off. He glances down at my arms. "What happened?" He askes his voice a thousand times lighter. I look at my arms and see the red marks.
"Oh it's nothing." I say tugging on my sleeve. "I have a bad habit of digging my nails into my skin." Finnick glances at me.
"If you say so." He responds. He holds out his arm for me and I link mine through it. It's disturbingly quiet. We come to the dining cart. Alicia and Collin are sitting there already.
"Nice of you to join us." She says bitterly. "Sit." I sit down and Finnick pushes in my chair. He's being so nice it's ticking me off. No dialouge. Just the clinking of dishes and swallowing of food.
"So Angel and I watched the other Reaping tapes." Finnick says.
"So did we." Alicia snaps. I remember what a cold-blooded killer she was last year. Alicia got plenty of sponsers. Alicia has the two most wanted Hunger Games qualities: Ruthless and gorgeous. She has cruel beauty with her black hair and blue eyes. Her jaw bones are so sharp they could cut you. She is beautiful, stunning, extraodinary. How could Finnick- anyone for that matter -compare her to me?
"Who do you think are the biggest threats?" Finnick asks.
"Definatly the girl from one." Collins says. I stare at my now empty plate of food. I do not want to speak. "She pretty and has definatly been training her whole life. She volunteered. But the boy from one as too. He volunteered too. But he seemed pretty scared."
"Don't forget two. The pair that got in were practically killing to get in. They'll be blood thristy." Alicia adds. Her turns to me. I know that look in her eyes, it was the look that she gave her fellow tributes before delivering a blow. "How about you Angel?"
What? What is she saying? Finnick looks at me and gives a small nod. What is that supposed to mean? Threats, which tributes were threats?
"The boy from twelve. Daniel. He looks dangerous." I say.
"Twelve?" Alicia asks.
"I agree with Angel. I usually don't worry about them but he seemed pretty blood thirsty." Finnick says. His hand entertwines with mine under the table. It's the first time I've held hands with a boy.
"You're so lovley." Cori, a man with ivory hair says. "Sometimes we get some pretty gruesome tributes. But I'd say that you're the best looking tribute since your mentor, Finnick!" I look down and blush.
"Oh, now you've turned her into an Avox!" Says another member of my prep team Elenora. She files my nails so that they're shaped like almonds. "He's only a year older than you!" I can't speak.
"The pale skin, the red hair, definatly beautiful." Vima says. She rips the last strip of wax off my legs. I tune them out. I don't want compliments. I'm not a person to them, I'm a pretty face (according to everyone lately). I'm going to be 'That poor girl who got killed while I was getting my nails done.'
"So what will my costume look like?" I ask.
"Well Brave, always working last minute, was inspired by your name. You and Collin will be water angels!" Cori says clapping his hands like a child. They continue working on me. My eyebrows are plucked into high arches, cheekbones drawn out, all of the delicate features I never noticed- appear suddenly. Angel wings are drawn on the corners of my eyes. My nails are painted to match my eyes. My hair hangs down to my waist. I'm given a silk bathrobe, (I'm beginning to fall in love with them) and I sit in the waiting room set up for District 4. Alicia is talking to Collin who has his hair slicked back and makeup highlighting his face. I sit down glancing around wondering what to expect.
"Hello beautiful." Finnick says seductively smilng at me. I nod my head. He sits down next to me wrapping his arm around my shoulder, leaning against me slightly. Finnick picks up a small clump of my hair and fingers it. I watch as the gold and amber highlights are caught in the light. "You could probably pass for my sister, but... I don't know if I could love you. Not in that way."
"What are you saying?" I ask trying to sound sexy. Finnick looks into my eyes, as if to say; I want you.
"What do you think I'm saying?" Finnick raises an eyebrow.
"Collin your costume is ready!" A woman with jewled skin says entering the room. Collin and Alicia sit up and walk out with no emotion. With all this touching and talking Finnick and I are doing the relationship between Alicia and Collin seems icy. It's her first year though. Finnick turns to look at me again, coming closer to me.
"Where were we?" He asks.
"You were going to tell me what you were saying." Finnick laughs. I love that laugh.
"Nice try Angel."
"Well, what are you saying? I have no clue what to think. I've never been in love before." I say leaning against him.
"Well," Finnick says shrugging. "I can change that." No. Way. Finnick leans in closing his eyes, I close mine and-
"ANGEL!" It's Cori. Finnick pulls away from me smiling at him as if to say, 'We're in the middle of something.' Cori nods. "I'll let you two finish up. Brave is ready to see you." Cori prances out of the room. Finnick smiles and rolls his eyes.
"Capitol people are so weird." He says. "I think we should pick up where we left off later. Somewhere private." I nod my head slowly. I'm still high from what he said to me. "Brave was my stylist too. He'll make you breathtaking, to them anyways." What was he suggesting? That I'm breathtaking to him?
"I'll see you at the banquet." I say getting up. When I open the door Cori is waiting for me grinning. He doesn't say anything just walks me to the small room set up for me and my stylist. The door clicks shut behind me. I feel like an animal being prepared for slaughter. It makes me sick. The door opens and he walks in holding a black bag. Brave. All of his hair is silver but he seems very young.
"Hello." He says to me sitting down.
"Hello." I respond coyly.
"Angel, Caprice isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Hmmm." Brave surveys me. I'm the stone, he's the carver, the Capitol and all of Panem the public. "Delicate features. We will present you like an angel now, they'll see the stronger side of you later." Brave picks up the bag holding what I will be wearing. "Change into this. Bianca will escort you to the charoits." The bag is set in my lap, then he exits. That was weird. I think. I unzip the bag. Oh. My.
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MWUAHAHA! Sorry I couldn't resist leaving it as a cliff hanger. I am evil aren't I? Reviews mean you love me. I might be able to get a chapter up tomorrow, but IDK. Next chapter you will see Angel's dress (in your minds) but thanks to the new image manager I might be able to post my (not so bad actually) drawing of Angel in her dress. I know that the fun of no pictures is seeing the character how you want but it's also cool to see how the author want you to see the character. ALSO: What is going on with Finnick? He's a flirt, but might he be telling the truth? *squeals* FINGEL!