games → CATO HADLEY ✓

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| " G E T R E A D Y . " |

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I wake up the next morning to a slight shake on my shoulder. I groan, and roll over, trying to ignore the fact that someone is in my presence. But the person just wouldn't go away. The shaking continued on for another few minutes, before I finally couldn't take it. I don't pull my head from my pillows as I begin to talk.

"Hello, stranger. I don't know why you are interrupting my sleep, nor do I want to, but could you please so kindly leave me alone?" I ask in my fake sweet voice. A chuckle sounds through my room, echoing off the walls.

"Well, stranger, I could leave you alone, but that's not my job. I'm here to wake you up for the tribute parade, the orders are from Elaina." A deep voice says from beside my bed.

"Okay... How long will it take for me to get ready?" I question.

"Around three hours, depending on whether or not you cooperate with your prep team and I." He replies.

"So you're my stylist?" I ask, sitting up to get a look at him. He has light brown hair, and dark brown eyes. He's quite attractive, actually.

"Yep, that's me." He says. "But for now, I think we need to get to work on your appearence."

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After a few hours of work from my prep team and my stylist, Ross, I was finally ready for the tribute parade. My dress was blue with an over the shoulder puffy strap, and had diamonds on the tights to symbolize electronics. I have a hairband on that has a feather sticking out of it.

It was beautiful, I have to say. My hair is curled in, and my makeup is smoky blue.

But I look like a Capitol freak.

"Lets go, we have a parade to get to." Ross pipes. I huff, looking in the mirror again.

"Fine." I don't argue.

I follow Ross down the long hallways, and down the elevator until we finally reach the stables and chariots. The careers are all dressed up, chatting away of what seems like their kill lists. I almost scoff to myself as I think of how many people I want to kill.

The District twelve girl for sure.

Yep. That's my kill list.

"Hey, Tay, come over here!" I hear Zach's voice from the band of careers. I inwardly groan as I see Cato, before I slowly make my way to where they are, staying quiet.

"Hey." Glimmer chirps, stepping in front of me. And to be honest, she looks like a chicken. A big pink chicken.

"Hi." I reply, still looking at her huge headpiece. She chuckles.