They didn't let us ride in the same hovercraft because apparently, it could disturb the relationship between tributes and change our decisions on alliances. They want to save any and all interactions until the social. Unfortunately, I haven't seen Ellaydra or Mason since the reapings and I'm starting to get worried. But who could blame me right now for sweating bullets?
The taxi ride to the resort was rather long. I didn't really feel comfortable sitting alone in the hover taxi alone because I wasn't that familiar with the pilot. He kept asking me questions about how I felt at the moment and do I believe in a heaven. The pilot isn't really helping with boosting my self confidence.
When the hover taxi landed on the roof of the resort, I looked out the window. The mansion was exquisite, something you only get to see in slide show clips of life in the Districts. The radiant sun landed right onto the crystal blue pool that surrounded the mansion. Its towering six leveled structure sat in the middle of a golf and tennis court. The clear sky reflected from the Jacuzzi that bubbled in the spa area that was filled with relaxing lounge chairs and a mini bar. The scenery was breathtaking.
I was escorted into the mansion by two Peacekeepers. They mumbled codes into their communicative devices as we walked. I followed them onto an elevator and stood in between both of the Keepers. The Peacekeeper pressed the number two on the elevator's keypad that had 50 floors and it immediately jolted up, sending butterflies in my stomach. Before I had the chance to ask where we’re going, the elevator whooshed open sending my hair flying back.
"Don't move," The Peacekeeper to my left instructed. I listened.
At the top of the elevator, a little camera positioned its self downward and flicked open, revealing a green probe light that flashed into my eyes. As soon as it scanned my entire body, it shot back up and disappeared.
"Proceed," he said shoving me into the room with his club.
I looked behind me to see the glass elevator close and slowly descend until the Peacekeeper's helmets were no longer visible. I turned around.
My quarters were beautiful. The room seems although it was designed by me, for me. A canopy bed lies in the middle of the room. The sheets were endless layers of a stunning light pink satin. The floor was a waxed hardwood with a ballet bar that leaned up against the wall which just so happens to be a full sized mirror. Everything was so pretty and lovely. I had my own stainless steel kitchen with remote control settings that ordered any type of food I desire. The whole room was electronically powered by District 3, so I could choose the settings in my shower that varies from jet stream, to scotching hot, to salt water, and a variety of different fragranced body washes. The temperature in my room, that also includes replacing the plain white walls with any visual scenery I can choose from. The TV is voice controlled allowing me to decide which decades of The Hunger Games I can watch, and even a catalog of stuff that I can order.
My feet finally gave in and I allowed myself to roam around the room. I kicked my heels off and twirled in front of the full sized dance mirror. How did they know I was a dancer? I let my heels rise off of the ground and performed chasse' on my tip toes, making sure I covered the entire room with my feet. The air around the room was a delicious lilac and cinnamon fragrance that swirled around my air as I displayed grand leaps to my bed. Jumping off of my toes, I spun around and plopped onto the bed, sending all of the decorative pillows and stuffed animals crashing onto the ground. I lay on the satin bed spread and stare onto the ceiling. A crystal chandelier eyes me back. My hair was sprawled out on the pillows and I hummed the sweet melodies of my favorite song. I could even hear it playing in my head. No. It wasn't playing in my head. The ballet symphony exploded from the little radio on the nightstand.
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The 100th Annual Hunger Games Quarter Quell: District Revenge
FanfictionFive friends. One game. The rebellion has reached it's peak, the Districts aren't taking no for an answer, the Capitol is defenseless and the games are still on. It's been settled, The Hunger Games will continue but the children of the Capitol will...
