“Nice to meet you, may I call you Azzie? I will most likely do it regardless of what you say anyways, but I will ask first. And I’m glad you can see me ‘coming to life’ for the parade, I’m rather exited for it!” Ophelia said, twirling in a circle. “What are you thinking of designing?” She asked, sitting back down.
“Ah it’s fine. That’s actually what my friends nickname me.” The tribute continued on talking about the parade before spinning in a circle spinning in a circle and sitting back down. “Well you’re a lively one.” Azure smiled as Ophelia asked about what he was thinking for a design. “Actually I already finished the design, it just needs to be made. I’m sure you’re gonna love it.”
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10:36 pm • 13 February 2012 • 10 notes
“Oh, well I’m sorry, I couldn’t get you into the city, and you were unconscious.” Ophelia said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I’m Ophelia, seventeen, District Nine.” She said, extending a hand. “Can I help you redecorate it or something? Can I get you anything?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. “Do you need some food or anything?”
“Ah. So you’re one of mine? Azure Gillian District 3 and District 9 stylist.” Azure leaned forward and took Ophelia’s hand to shake it. Before he could say anything else she then started to go off asking Azure if he needed anything. The mentor just made a dismissing gesture and smiled “No thanks, you’ve already done enough. I just need some rest.” Azure then observed the girl from head to her waist, she had a long blond hair and a very lean build, the type that Capitol people usually love. “Looking at you U=I can almost see the outfit I made coming to life.” The stylist said. “You’re gonna look wonderful on the tribute parade.”
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10:05 pm • 13 February 2012 • 10 notes
“in your room, silly!” Ophelia answered, standing up. “you fell or something, I found you on the floor, surrounded by blood. You hit your head very hard. May I inquire as to what happened?” She asked. Ophelia took off the bandages, an then reapplied new ones. “I’m trained in first aid.”
“My room?” Azure thought for a second. This didn’t look like his apartment room until he realized where he was. “This isn’t my room, this is where stylists stay when we choose to spend the night here. I have an apartment in the city.” He looked around the room, it almost had the same look as the tributes room only it had a couple alterations like a drafting table on the corner and a dress mannequin on the other. Azure laughed on how tacky the design of the room was. “And believe me if this was my room I wouldn’t design it like this.” Azure gave out a pained laughed.
The girl then asked him about what happened. “Uhm.. Let’s just say a mentor and I had an argument and it really didn’t end well.” The girl approached him and reapplied new bandages. “Thanks. Uhm. I’m sorry? I don’t believe we have met before?”
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9:16 pm • 13 February 2012 • 10 notes
Ophelia was skipping down the halls, as usual, when she ran into a peculiar sight. A body, dead or alive, she couldn’t tell, laying on the floor. There was blood on the wall, blood on the floor, and blood on his face. She bent down, concerned. “Azure?” She gasped, looking closer at the body. “Oh dear, I hope you are alive.” She lifted him up until he was sitting upright, unconscious. “This can’t be good.” She saw an avox walking down the hall. “Please help me.” She asked. The avox nodded, and together they helped bring Azure back to his room. Ophelia stood there, waiting for him to stir.
Azure woke up in a bed inside an unfamiliar room. He tried moving his arms first then his legs, he was thinking they won’t respond but he felt them move, so that punch didn’t paralyze him after all. He tried sitting up but a sudden pain shot up into his head. He held the part where it struck the wall and he was surprise to find that it was already wrapped in blood soaked bandages. Looking around he realized that he wasn’t alone. A blonde headed girl sat in a nearby chair watching him.
“Where am I?” The stylist groaned to the girl.
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8:09 pm • 13 February 2012 • 10 notes
Margeaux left the stylist on the halls bleeding to death. A downward trail of blood can be seen on the wall where his head struck. His mouth bleeding from the slap the mentor gave him before sending his head crashing into the wall with a crushing right hook. Of course, of all the women he could fall in love he had to pick the one who was trained to kill, but the stylist couldn’t help himself she reminds him so much of someone very dear to his heart. The only girl he truly fell in love with. Azure wanted to laugh but he couldn’t, maybe the punch paralyzed him?
Haha. I won’t die. I’m here in the Capitol. I’m a stylist. Someone will come and find me. Azure repeated the thought in his head until he completely passed out waiting for someone to help him.
7:12 pm • 13 February 2012 • 10 notes
Margeaux cringed at Azure and took a step back. “You are impossible” She snapped. What a goddamn spoiled Capitol kid he must have been, Margeaux thought. It would be no wonder if he was such a capitol whore himself. While her temper was totally forgotten because of his outrageous behavior, she still wanted to hit him. And he was very welcoming, it seems. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you turn out to be like the last year’s boy district 6 tribute.” She spat at him with clear disgust. “I can never. Never. Be humanly nice to psychos like you.” Her finger was pointing into his chest, her nails digging in.
She spun around thinking she was ready to leave, but she remembered she wanted him to suffer. She turn to him again with raised fist targeting his right cheek. The crack sound of Margeaux’s fist homing into Azure’s face was loud enough to echo in the hallway. Margeaux smiled feeling satisfaction. “I didn’t kill you now, Azure. But I’ll hope to see you around for more. I need a human punching bag for all the stress. You know?” She said with a light cheeky voice and left.
Azure raised an eyebrow as Margeaux compared him to the tribute boy last year from District 6. Does she have any idea what’s she’s talking about? Maybe he can tolerate pain more than the average Capitol citizen but he wasn’t a psychopath, the stylist never hurt anyone in his whole life. She just don’t understand where this is all coming from, that’s all. Maybe if I explain it to her she’ll understand.
Margeaux was about to leave, panicking Azure opened his mouth to protest about her presumption about him but as he was about to say something the mentor spun around sending a jaw breaking punch to his right cheek, the force of her punch was so great it sent Azure’s head crashing into the wall. He slumped there for a second before slowly sliding down with his head leaving a trail of blood from the point of impact down. Azure was about to pass out as he heard Marge saying something about using him as her punching bag before leaving him there bleeding to death.
Haha. I won’t die. I’m here in the Capitol. I’m a stylist. Someone will come and find me. The stylist thought before passing out completely.
6:54 pm • 13 February 2012 • 15 notes
I gasp, when I realize what he says. “Wait, she’s going to be my stylist?” I’ll be glad to see her again, but for her to make me pretty before i fight to the death? “That’s horrible. I- I want to see her, but this is going to be horrible. I would rather have anyone than her.”I look down at my feet for a minute, twiddling my thumbs. “So, what district are you the stylist for? It must be fun being a stylist, being able to design such beautiful outfits for everyone.” I decide not to mention how some of them can be very ugly or revealing, which make most if those tributes that have to wear them extremely uncomfortable.
Azure looked at the little girl with a curious expression. It’s a fight to the death but what counts is she gets to see her sister, right? The stylist thought. He was about to tell it to Xenia when she suddenly asked him about stylist business. “District 3 and 9.” He paused for a second thinking about what became different after he was accepted to become a stylist. “Well meeting the tributes and mentors is fun. It’s my first year being a stylist so I really don’t know much how everything works yet” Azure said. “As for the outfits I guess it’s not much different when I was studying back at school.”
12:39 am • 13 February 2012 • 12 notes
I shake Azure’s hand, warm and rough. “Yes, Stellar is my sister. I never really thought we looked alike, so I’m surprised you think so.” I sigh, thinking about the last time I saw her, seeing her off to the train, her kissing my on my forehead, holding back my tears, wondering when i would see her again. “How is she? I haven’t seen her in three years. I miss her dearly.”
“I’m sure she misses you too.” Azure said reassuringly. “I guess she’s fine, it took her quite a while but she’s adjusting to the Capitol life really well.” He said while trying to recall the first time he met Stellar. “Wait. You two haven’t seen each other yet?” He observed as the girl’s expression dropped into a sigh. “Ah. I see. She’s probably busy creating outfits, we’re assigned to style two districts each this year. She’s styling your district and district 2.” Azure remembered the stories Stellar told him about her sister, how she used her as an inspiration and model for her creations.
2:19 am • 12 February 2012 • 12 notes
I turn around to see a young man with tanned skin and dark hair. He has a kind face, so I face him and smile. “I couldn’t sleep, and the fresh air calms me down.” As if on cue, a cool breeze blew my hair in my face, forcing me to tuck the blonde strands behind my ears. “I’m Xenia by the way. Xenia Gregory. But you can call my Xeni. District 4.”
“Xenia Gregory?” Azure Repeated her name as if it sounded familiar, holding his index finger up gesturing the little girl to hold on for a second Azure took out his phone to check something. He swept his finger across the surface of his phone until he found what he was looking for. “Ah! I knew the name sounded damiliar!” Azure said. “You’re Stell’s little sister!” He approached the girl and took a spot beside her. “You look look so much like her too.” He smiled, as if he forgot something Azure held out his hand to the little girl for a shake “How rude of me. My name is Azure Gillian and I’m a stylist just like your sister.”
1:14 am • 12 February 2012 • 12 notes