"You don't play with fire,
unless you wanna get burned,
wanna get burned."
-Grace Vanderwaal.
Ataraxia Blake has absolutely no one left. nobody she cares about. when young Lilliana get reaped for the 68th Hunger games, Ataraxia feels as if she sho...
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"BE QUIET"
They ripped off the wax paper. Ataraxia felt the burning sensation on her leg and clenched her teeth as the pain went through her. They continued to rid any unneeded hair from her body. When they finished, they left her stark naked for her stylist.
As they exited the room, Ataraxia stood up and pulled on the robe in the corner of the room. Soon a man entered her room and introduced himself as Hunter Green.
"I'll be your stylist this time around." He said as Ataraxia took him in. He had deep brown hair and blue eyes with black eyeliner surrounding it. He was dressed in fairly simple clothing. Well, fairly simple for the capital. "Am I gonna be naked?" She asked.
"I don't mean any offense; I just know most tributes out there end up on the chariot totally naked with body paint."
"No worries, and for you that will not be the case. I promise, if its anything like how I've pictured, you'll look gorgeous." He showed her the design for the dress, and it looked beautiful. It was black and mostly see through, but she would have a skin-colored body suit on underneath, so it wasn't much of a big deal, and it had golden starfish and seashells covering her chest and down the bodice on the left side. The shells and starfish had black lace details, and the plain see through black parts were covered in fishnets.
She slipped on the dress, and it looked amazing. Ataraxia had never felt more beautiful.
They then did her makeup, which was fairly simple. A dark smokey eye, with black cat eyeliner, looking sharp enough to kill somebody, and deep red lipstick. She took one look at the shoes they had given her and decided right then and there that she loved this stylist.
She slipped on the black combat boots that went up to just above her calf, and her stylists took her in.
"I told you you'd look gorgeous, didn't I?"
♡
Ataraxia walked into the courtyard, Callahan at her side, much to her dismay. When she spotted her mentors, she walked over to Millia, the only one of them she was a fan of at the moment, doing a little spin for her, Millia gasped. "You look amazing!" She gushed.
"You are going to blow them away!" She stated. "Looks like you've already got that one drooling over you." She laughed nodding her head towards Finnick who's jaw was practically on the floor as he eyed her up and down.
"Odair. My eyes are up here" Ataraxia said.
"What?" He asked, composing himself.
"See?" Millia said.
"Tributes, to your chariots." A robotic voice said. Ataraxia and Callahan made their way towards the horse drawn chariot and stepped in. Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall. was the only thing going through her mind as the carriage began moving. Cheers could be heard throughout all of Panem as the pairs slowly emerged. About halfway through the ride, Callahan's hand snaked around her waist, out of reflex and pure disgust, she turned, punched him in the face, and he fell off the chariot and rolled into the grassy area of the courtyard.
Gasps of horror rang out through the crowd before it went dead silent and even the horses came to a stop. Everyone just stared at her before someone began clapping slowly, "Awesome job Sweetheart!" A voice said, soon enough everyone was clapping and cheering again, and Callahan was back on the chariot, glaring at her.
♡
Ataraxia stepped out of the chariot and was immediately approached by the man who had clapped for her. "HaymitchAbernathy. That was one hell of a show you put on out there." He spoke.
"Thanks." She said coldly.
"Woah, calm down there, Sweetheart. It's just a compliment. For the record, I think you can win."
"Really?" Ataraxia stared at him in disbelief. This guy has got to be high as a kite to think that I, Ataraxia Blake, would be capable of winning the Hunger Games.
"Yeah. You've got what it takes. I can see it. You actually remind me of another young victor, much like yourself, Cocky Bastard." Haymitch said, zoning out for a moment. A moment was all Millia needed to pull her away and bring her to the elevator. They stepped in and waited for it to bring them to the fourth floor. The elevator dinged and they walked into the room.
"What on earth were you thinking?!" Cassia shrieked. Everyone in the room stared at her with concern and horrified looks- except for Finnick- who was laughing in the corner.
"You're lucky he wasn't killed!" Cassia yelled.
Lecture time! yay.
Ataraxia plopped down on the couch, folded her hands, and sighed, awaiting the rest of the lecture.
♡
"Why the fuck did you do that?" Callahan asked, shoving Ataraxia into the wall. She grunted against the force of his arm on her throat. "You made me look weak." He stated, if possible, shoving harder, causing an involuntary yelp to escape her lips.
"Now I'm going to make you look weak." he said. He pulled out a steak knife, Ataraxia's eyes widening.
"Callahan. Come on" she said.
"We can talk about this..." She added.
"Ataraxia?" He asked.
"Shut up." He stated simply. Callahan then pushed the knife towards her and made a small cut just above her eyebrow. Ataraxia sucked in a breath.
"Fuck you" She seethed, kicking him in the groin and knocking the knife out of his hands. Ataraxia was about to walk away as he doubled over, clutching where she had just kicked, but she stopped, turned on her heels, grabbed his chin, and said "Oh and by the way. You should really consider therapy." She asked before kicking him one last time and walking away.
This is Ataraxia's dress||
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