Clove's POV
We ride the elevator to the second floor; each District gets the floor number that their District is. So we get the 2nd floor. There are two Avox that stand in front of the elevator, waiting for us. The female had black hair, green eyes, and freckles. She looks 18 or maybe 17. The boy had blonde hair and brown eyes, he looks about 16. Avox are people who disobey the Capitol or something, they get their tongues cut out so they can't speak then they serve the Capitol. Gross, I know.
"Why don't you 2 go and get cleaned up before dinner?" Ellen asks, she's still staring at Cato, I feel the strong need to punch her in the face, though I resist.
I turn to the Avox, "Could you show us to our rooms please?" I ask.
They both look at me surprised, damn did I just say please? But they nod, turn around and walk. Cato and I follow them to two doors next to each other; the girl looks at me and points to the one in the left, while the boy points to the one on the right. I guess the left one's mine and the right Cato's. The Avox turn and leave. "So I guess I'll see you at breakfast." I say awkwardly.
"Yeah, see you then." We both very awkwardly walk into our rooms.
My room is massive there is a king-sized bed in the middle, with mahogany bed side tables, and silver lamps on the bed side tables. There is a huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the Capitol. I see a screen projector in front of the bed, and a glass remote sitting on the bed. Oh, I know what this window is for; I pick up the remote and put in a code. The window scene changes from an overlook of the Capitol to the mountains where 2 is. I can't help but feel homesick looking at the scene; it feels as if I could just walk forward and be home. I don't change the scene though, I like looking at the mountains. I walk over to the closet; there is a glass panel next to the closet door. I click on the panel and pick out an outfit that I like, a blue velvet shirt with a black mesh back- like the red shirt I wore earlier- black pants and combat boots. So pretty much the same outfit as I wore before this but a blue shirt.
Walking into the bathroom I see a big shower and a giant bathtub. There is also a clean white toilet and a sink shaped like a star fish. The sink's handles and facet are gold. I undress and throw my gladiator outfit on my bed. I then walk to the bathroom and climb into the shower. The shower head is gold too. I press the buttons on the control panel for a hot shower that is scented with cloves. Hey, if I'm going to be named after a spice why not smell like it? Then I press another button and a foamy shampoo and soap come out, smelling strongly of clove and vanilla. I like that combination, I think it smells good, if someone else doesn't, well it's their problem not mine. The clove scented shower comes back on, cleansing the foam from my body. Then when I'm done with the hot water flowing over my body (which I always enjoy) I turn the shower off, a hot air blows on me from all directions, and then it turns off when I'm dry. Before I step out of the shower a mist- smelling of cloves and vanilla of course- comes into the shower area and moisturizes my skin, air-lotion, nice.
I step out of the shower freshly moisturized and dry. I pull on my clothes and walk back into my room. Cato is sitting on my bed, staring at the mountain scene. He doesn't even notice me walking rather loudly into the room. "Ever heard of knocking?" I ask.
He turns, "I did knock, but I heard you still in the shower so I decided to invite myself in."
"Well isn't that polite of you?" I say sarcastically.
"I like the scene you picked." Cato tells me. Duh, it's home why wouldn't he?
I look at the clock next to my bed; Ellen will probably kill us if we're late for dinner.
"C'mon, we have to get dinner, unless you're interested in starving yourself."
Cato glances back at the mountains; I see the same wistfulness on his face that was on mine when I first looked at the scene. "Okay," he gets up and walks over to me.
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Just Tell Me You Love Me Already
FanfictionLove. Jealousy. Violence. Death. The 74th Hunger Games told from Cato and Clove's Point of View. The real star-crossed lovers. ***Warning*** I wrote this in 7th Grade, so read at your own risk.