. . . . ‘’ Are you, are you, coming to the tree? ‘’ . . . . ‘’ Time For a Show ‘’ Lorlei Rihanna Annalise - Parade . . . . ‘’ Where they strung up a man, they say had murdered three? ‘’ . . . . [ Pre-parade ] Leii sighed as she looked in the mirror at the tight dress the stylists had made her wear. It was itchy and tight, and it made her feel stiff. An amused look took over her face as she gazed at her fur, sleek with mousse and other hair products. Fae chuckled a little at the memory of her screaming at the stylists as they brushed and untangled her neck fur and the fur that had grown at her ankles. Her skin still burned from the pain. But what could she say? Brushing and combing her fur hadn’t been even been a low priority back in 1 Despite what fae thought of her dress, it /did/ look very pretty. Loose silk draped over her paws, a crescent moon shaped hole complemented the actual crescent pattern on her fur, while sleek black cloth covered her body. Somehow, with their magical Capitol tricks that Leii had no intrest of learning, her stylists had flattened the fur that would make the dress bulge. Or maybe the dress was just so tight that it looked like they did something. Whatever the case was, it looked good. They had pierced her ears with several shining diamonds that matched faer eyes, pastel blues and greens. It hadn’t really hurt, but what really ticked her off is that now fae had a semi-bald spot on both ears that the stylists had somehow ‘forgotten’ to tell her about! Leii shook her head None of that mattered now The real treat was the peacock feathers that sprouted from the base of Leii’s tail. It made her feel . . . elegant. Faer outfit in a whole wasn’t all that extravagant like most of the other Tributes. It was simple. Simple. But elegant. It was what Leii liked about it But the time to admire it was short ‘’ Lorelei? ‘’ Leii saw her head stylist, Alejandro, in the reflection of the mirror ‘’ We have to put on your makeup ‘’ ‘’ Fine ‘’ She walked back towards him, and let his little minions take her to a chaor where they put the base layers on, then left her alone with him ‘’ Are you scared about your time in the arena? ‘’ Alex’s question startled Leii. Scared? Of course not! Fae had never felt fear before. Not when a fire started in her District. Not when she got taken by peacekeepers because she had been the one to start the fire. Not when her name been called in the reaping ‘’ No. If I’m being honest, I’m a bit excited ‘’ It was true Her time in the arena would let her be able to take all her rage out Let her hurt someone without getting in trouble It would be nice to spill some blood, even if it was just a small wound ‘’ I see ‘’ Amusement sparked in Leii’s eyes at his hesitant tone ‘’ Close your eyes ‘’ Leii did as fae was told and was plunged into darkness. Darkness was nice. It let her think without distractions ‘’ Your done ‘’ ‘’ Thanks Alex ‘’ She got up from her chair in time to hear the announcement to start getting ready. Leii padded up to one of the horses. It was a white mare, and beautiful at that. Coat brushed to gleam in the light, hooves painted, shined, and waxed to look good ‘’ Its time! ‘’ A high pitched voice mewed. Leii looked over to see it was Pinky, the cat from the Reaping Time to put on a show . . . . ‘’ Strange things did happen there, no stranger would it be ‘’ . . . . [ During Parade ] Leii stepped into the chariot, the white horses in front raring to go. Did they ever get tired of doing the same thing every year? Guess not. Like her outfit, the chariot was quite plain. Black with swirls on the sides with the colors of the peacock feather on Leii’s outfit. There was a thin, black silk cloth at the end, like on faer outfit. As she emerged from the crimson curtain, Leii winced from the bright light on the runway and all the neon colors of the holograms. Was this really what they did this year? Holograms? -\ That’s stupid /- Fae thought. It kinda was though. The Capitol residents just got to sit their ashes on their couches and pretend to be there. Stupid. At about a quarter through the performance, Leii’s ear flicked back as she heard some crackling. ‘’ Whats that? ‘’ Fae muttered to herself. Her eyes widened as she looked back, suprise lighting through her as the silk that was flying behind her was starting to catch fire. ‘’ What? ‘’ She squealed, pretty sure that no one would hear. The holograms gasped and jumped back as the flames licked behind the chariot. Heat pulsed on Leii’s ankles. Looking down, the silk that was draping over her paws was also on fire, but fae herself didn’t catch fire. Why was that? It intrigued Leii quite a bit of why fae wasn’t on fire aswell. The holograms cheered and waved their [ oh shoot, i forgot the word . . . i think i have some sort of memory problem lol ] things. [ Continued Below ]
[ Continued Below ] Leii lifted her paw and the flames burst bigger. -\ Pressure trigger? /- Stomping the ground hardly, the flames were almost big enough to engulf her, but they didn’t hurt. -\ Isn’t hairspray flammable though? /- Alejandro had talked to her while he applied some sort of hairspray to her body. She hadn’t thought anything of it, but fae had gotten suspicious when he had rubbed it in. Why would you need to do that? Time for an experiment. Hopefully it would look intentional . . . . . . . ‘’ If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree ‘’ . . . . Fae jumped, forcing her way down to the ground. The fire flared and the crowd cheered louder. Fae grinned. She must be fireproof! So cool. Her show lasted the whole parade, making faerself look like she was on fire. Was this the best way to get sponsors? Maybe. As the parade ended, Leii sighed, her mouth hurting from forcing a smile. Climbing off, fae shook herself, and the fire stopped, as if it knew that it was no longer needed. Training time Leii knew she needed sponsors, but would that help? Not really Training was what would help Seeing her opponent suffer The fear in their eyes when they knew they were about to die It brought Leii joy Fae didn’t care who died As long as she won That was what was the most important . . . . . . . . ‘’ A brave man is a man who dares to look the Devil in the face and tell him he is a Devil ‘’ — James A. Garfield . . . .