I’m dreaming I’m back in 4. I’m wearing shorts and a bra, not enough to make me feel comfortable. But the only reason I’m wearing this, is because I’m swimming. The deep, cool water is clear and fresh. I open my eyes, unaffected by the salt, and see a whole new world. The bottom of white sand covered in slimy seaweed and coral all different colors. Schools of colorful fish swim past me, their scales shimmering in the sunlight as their tales swish back and forth. I am happy, smiling in a moment of bliss.
I open my eyes, finding myself not in my familiar ocean, but in an unfamiliar bed. The one in my room in the training building. Judging from the lack of light coming in from the outside, I figure it’s the middle of the night. I confirm my thoughts as the clock reads 3:27 AM. But I’m not tired at all, so i get up. I am wearing shorts and a tank top, but I don’t care, no one will be up to see me anyways. I walk out my door, and decide to venture up to the roof. When I get there, it’s chilly but nice. The cement is cold on my bare feet but I don’t care. I sat in the middle of the garden, legs crossed, yoga style. But then I hear the door to the roof open, and someone else walk outside behind me.
Azure left the party early and decided to wander around aimlessly around the Capitol, he was with his bestfriend Cecil but she decided to leave after hooking up with someone. He could just go back to his apartment and draw some outfits but for some reason his feet carried him to the Training Building. Back he was still a kid he would pass by this building on his way to school curious what he’ll find inside but now he was a stylist he can now just waltz in without permission.
The peacekeepers guarding the front entrance were half asleep so Azure thought why not wake them up? it is their job to guard the building “TEN-HUT! ” Azure exclaimed with authority, the peacekeepers instantly woke up blood flushed from their faces and saluted Azure who was laughing hysterically at his prank. “Easy guy, it’s just me.” He smiled and tapped one of the peacekeepers on the shoulder. “I’m just gonna go up okay? Gonna check on some things.” hopping on the elevator Azure instinctively pressed the roof button.
Arriving at the roof Azure thought he’d be alone but tto his dismay he found a little girl sitting in a familiar position in the middle of the roof.. “Isn’t it a bit late to be meditating?” He curiously asked.
12:15 am • 12 February 2012 • 12 notes
Ok, that was it. Margeaux thought, she tried her very best to keep her temper at bay but he wasn’t going anywhere until he gets hurt. She gave him a smile that could have passed on something sharp and lethal all together, making him see that she was very welcome on discipline-and it she has to break some bones, she will. Like she always say, she wasn’t probably the loved Mentor but still feared upon.
“Azure, Azure, Azure” She spoke his name so slowly and she could actually see him shuddering. It was either he liked the way his name run through her lips or he knew what was coming at him. “I’m not the one who should be running…” She cooed and then within a flash she slid down and kicked him hard at his stomach. The blow made him double back but she wasn’t satisfied at the outcome. Too easy, she thought. She crouched a bit to catch his chin and lovingly raise it to her face, “You’ll know why people do not challenge me, Azure.” She looked around to see the hallway was deserted. The same tingling sensation whenever her temper rises begin to catch on her spine. Same old Marge, she cooed to herself-half-caring at the nick name she called herself as well. Her face snapped back to Azure. What else would make this a better taunt? She kissed him, softly but her senses wanted to bite his whole mouth until it bleeds. The kiss was merely a smack and she drew back again. Slapping him with her back hand dead aimed on his face.
Azure was ready for a slap, a punch, even a kick to the groin but he never expected a kick to the stomach. Being thrown backwards after the kick Azure held his stomach shielding it for anymore attacks. Margeaux was fast she was already in front of him the second he was about to straighten up. Holding his chin he winced as if waiting for a second blow to the face but of all things that she could have done. She kissed him. It wasn’t a romantic kiss, it was like a call of challenge. After the kiss she gave Azure a hard slap to the face with the back of her hand sending his Fedora and sunglasses flying.
The slap was so hard his teeth clashed with his inner cheeks making his mouth bleed. Backing one step away from her Azure laughed, something about how she handled him was all too familiar that he can’t help not to laugh. Clutching his stomach and holding the side of his face where he got slapped, Azure held back his laughter to say something “Is it weird that I’m having a boner right now?” He wasn’t kidding about that. Azure continued to laugh while straightening himself. If his peers could see him right now, he was so un-Capitol-like. Spitting a mixture of blood and saliva to the side he turned to Margeaux who was weirded out by his reaction. Of course who wouldn’t? Getting kicked and slapped and still he had the guts to laugh and smile about it? Standing straight but still holding on to his face and stomach “Wow. I can’t remember the last time I had a beating like that” He gave out another laugh. “Okay.. So you didn’t kill me? What now? Are we gonna do this every time we meet?”
8:39 pm • 9 February 2012 • 15 notes
District 3 floor (Azure | Carl)
My search for my districtmate, my mentor, and my stylist leads me back up to the District 3 floor. I’ve been searching around for awhile, and finally I decide to just go to my room. Fema and my stylist must be out in the Capitol somewhere, and there was no telling where Cedric was. But I need to meet him, find out if he will be of any use to me. Just like I need to meet my stylist, make sure we’re on the same page. Oh well. I’d just meet up with them later.
As I step off the elevator, I notice a man with his back turned, walking in the other direction. “Hey, Hey!” I raise my voice and jog after him.
“Hey uh, I’m Carl. District 3. I’m pretty sure you’re my stylist,” I say with a small smile, running my fingers through my hair. Suddenly I feel pretty self conscious: I haven’t slept at all since the Reaping, too much to think about. My hair is tangled and loose around my shoulders, and I know there must be bags under my blue eyes. I must look like a wreck. Way to make a good first impression.
Never meeting any tributes from the Districts he was suppose to style, Azure decided to visit them on their floor. “Maybe I should start with District 3..” He thought to himself. Arriving at the District 3 tribute floor he quickly notices that the floor was deserted. “So much for that plan..” He was about to leave when he heard the elevator door behind him slowly opened with a loud ding. A girl came out called to him to introduce herself.
“Hey uh, I’m Carl. District 3. I’m pretty sure you’re my stylist,”
Azure turned and smiled. before saying anything else he took out his phone and with a couple of swipes on its LCD he found what he was looking for. “Ah! Caroline Elkins, 16 years old?” He held out his free hand for a shake and continued “Azure Gillian. And yes I am your stylist.” Comparing the photo on his phone and Carl in person he can’t help not to say the difference. “You know, you look a lot better in this picture.” Azure showed Carl the photo of herself on the Capitol database. It was obvious she became conscious after seeing her own photo
12:22 am • 9 February 2012 • 11 notes
lol alright xD do you care where we are?
How about the District 3 floor?
11:44 pm • 8 February 2012 • 2 notes
Okay! Since you volunteered, you start! :D
11:42 pm • 8 February 2012 • 1 note