Jade couldn't tell how long the ride to their arena was, all of the disorienting procedures made sure of that.
When they finally landed, it took an hour for everyone to be unloaded. The peacekeepers took the tributes one-by-one into the catacombs and to the room underneath their pedestal.
Jade was one of the last few tributes to be taken. She walked between her guards as they walked her out of the jet and into an elevator.
She couldn't see anything as they walked, they had landed inside of a very vague building. It gave no hints as to what the arena could possibly be.
The walk was long. The hallway was bland, with concrete wall and pipes protruding from the ceiling. Rooms sat on only one side of the hallway and Jade couldn't tell what the symbols on them meant, where she would be situated.
But they finally came to a specific room and stopped. One of the peacekeepers opened the door and without a word, Jade stepped inside. It was promptly closed behind her.
The room was dim. The lighting inside was hardly enough but it did illuminate the grungy tiles and the prison-like feel of the room.
Jade was surprised to see Caligula inside the room. They embraced for a moment before Jade took notice of everything inside.
There was a shower in the corner of the room, obviously for Jade. She could be going over two weeks without one.
Along one of the walls was a clothing rack with the clothes Jade would be forced to wear into the arena. They were usually for survival and gave some indication of what kind of arena they would have.
Silently, Jade sat in the chair by the desk. Caligula took her hair and put it into a ponytail. That would be easier to manage.
When that was finished, the clothes were next. On the rack, a few different pieces sat.
Caligula took them off one by one and had Jade put them on, letting her look in the mirror after she was finished.
Jade was very confused when she saw what she was wearing.
She had a dark blue t-shirt on underneath of a pink button up. The sleeves of the button up were rolled up and instead of any buttons being done, it was tied at the bottom.
Jade was also wearing tan cargo-shorts with a belt to hold them up. Her shoes were big brown combat boots with songs that came up to the middle of her calf.
"What the fuck is this? I thought we got to wear survival gear?" Jade questioned as she looked at herself in the mirror.
"I'm not sure, doesn't look like any of the previous wardrobes. I'm lost on this one," Caligula confirmed sadly. Jade took another look at the clothes she had been provided and for a moment, she thought she remembered something.
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Jaded ||| Johanna Mason
FanfictionThe Hunger Games are merciless. Every year, 24 tributes are chosen to fight to the death in an arena specially built by the game makers. But these tributes aren't volunteers. Or adults. These tributes are between the ages of 12-18. And they're picke...