I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THIS, I JUST WANTED TO GO HOME..
'I KNOW, BUT NOW YOU HAVE A CHOICE TO MAKE..'
I DON'T WANT TO CHOOSE..I LOSE BOTH WAYS..
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frag·ile
/ˈfrajəl,ˈfraˌjīl/
adjective
1. easily broken or damaged.
"Before there was a dangero...
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"DISTANCE FROM FINNICK..."
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THE GOLDEN CARPET, 8:00 PM.
Tucking a strand of hair out of her face, her eyes water at the constant flashing of cameras blinds her for a second. Blinking away the tears that threatened to fall, a tug on her arm, pulling her eyes away from the blinding light. Raising a hand to block out the light, the sudden buzz of reporters fill the air. Shouting and spouting out her name, asking for a moment of her time, showering her in compliments. It was..well, it was a lot really.
Gritting out her teeth together, a loud banging sound fills the air, her whole body tensing up. She wasn't in the Arena. She wasn't in the Arena. Everything was fine. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she forces a smile on her face, but the shaking in her hand doesn't stop. Shutting her eyes for a second, she can faintly hear Pixie talking to her, but she can't catch the words exactly. Furrowing her brows, Pixie leans close to her, her face practically in her face.
"There are some people who want to talk to you. Be careful, he's a little...he's a bit too much." Pixie warns her, her voice slightly loud.
"Who is he?" She questions, furrowing her brows.
"Some prick from old money. He thinks he invented the color green because he 'wore' it first." Pixie rolls her eyes, "Don't give into his dumbassery. Don't stroke his ego. Let him crumble at the lack of respect."
"What's his name?" She questions, curious to know who this 'man' was.
"Fracilics Grand. His sister is a famous designer, she used to do tribute outfits. But, she was able to shift and become a personal designer for whoever has enough to cough up. She's an absolute angel, but he's an arrogant asshole." Pixie explains, a look of disgust on her face.
Nodding her head in understanding, she didn't fully understand why Pixie really had it out for whatever his name is. Yeah, there were a lot of people who could be arrogant. It wasn't exactly an uncommon thing here in the Capitol. She had seen plenty of people act arrogantly towards the most petty thing. But, if Pixie says to not stroke his ego. She'd do it. Ushering over to who she assumes is 'Fracilics', she bites down on her tongue.
Keeping a neutral face, he had tacky blonde hair that was sticking up and neon green roots on full display. He painted his face in the ugliest glitter makeup for even someone from a Capitol, which was saying a lot. His hair and make-up clashed against his bright orange tan. Then there was the matter of his outfit. Neon green underwear wrapped in sheer green plastic and a beated green top that barely covered his hairy bloated chest.
"It is me, the Fracilics Grand! And look who we have here! If it isn't the Marvelous Athena Grey, why don't you look absolutely stunning!" He compliments, "Are you having a good time here?"
"Oh, thank you! I am, it's.." She smiles, nodding her head stiffly.
"It's a little loud isn't it? Not as loud as my house parties, the best in all of the Capitol." He rambles on, "I mean, I am after all the one who invented the neon green parties⎯"
