Clove; Girl With the Knives
Chapter 6
“What are you two doing! No, no, no no!” she yells at us. Cato and I exchange confused glances. “What do you mean, Ms. Joel?” I ask. “I mean you two sleeping together! For Lord’s sake, thats just, ugh!” she says and rushes away. Cato and I laugh at each other. I glance out the window to see the Capitol. “Oh Cato, it’s lovely!” I breathe out. “Mmhmm. Those are the people who are thirsty for our blood Clove..my blood, yours. They just want their precious little Victor. And it’s going to be be you Clove.” He says, a serious tone flooding his voice. “N-no! Cato, you win..win for me?” I ask, hopelessly. We both sigh and make out way off the train. Reporters bombard us with questions. “So, Cato. How do you feel about the Games this year? You’re a big man, confident you can win?” Cato gives me a pained look, then looks the reporter in the eyes, “No sir, Clove here is going to win. For me.” With that, we duck into the training center
to meet our stylists.
****
“Oh, Clove!” shriek the airheads, who are my prep team. Delia, Carra and Robbi surround me, massaging goo into my hair, over my body and plucking hairs from me. It takes three hours to get me pretty enough to meet my stylist, Layla. She strides in, her bright pink hair in an ugly bob cut. “So, Clove. How are you, love?” she asks, not really caring. “I’m fine. You know, preparing to fight to the death with 23 other pathetic tributes, whom I plan on slaughtering.” this takes her by surprise, and she gives me a nod of disapproval. “Temper, temper.” she mutters to herself. Good, I want a damn temper. She interrupts my thoughts by saying, “Clove, we’re going to be putting you in a tight fitting black body suit inlaid with small rock and a crown of knives and rockpicks. How does that sound. I look at her in disbelief.
Knives? I smile evilly.
“Sounds wonderful Layla.”
~I'm busy with The Witty Hunger Games!:) Ohh, Clove is kinda a little b//tch isn't she?? Anyways, yeah thats not what she wears in the movie, but I like this better than that gold suit thing..Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, but I will be using quotes from it :)! There will be swearing. Comment for notifiation XoXo~Maddy
Chapter 6
“What are you two doing! No, no, no no!” she yells at us. Cato and I exchange confused glances. “What do you mean, Ms. Joel?” I ask. “I mean you two sleeping together! For Lord’s sake, thats just, ugh!” she says and rushes away. Cato and I laugh at each other. I glance out the window to see the Capitol. “Oh Cato, it’s lovely!” I breathe out. “Mmhmm. Those are the people who are thirsty for our blood Clove..my blood, yours. They just want their precious little Victor. And it’s going to be be you Clove.” He says, a serious tone flooding his voice. “N-no! Cato, you win..win for me?” I ask, hopelessly. We both sigh and make out way off the train. Reporters bombard us with questions. “So, Cato. How do you feel about the Games this year? You’re a big man, confident you can win?” Cato gives me a pained look, then looks the reporter in the eyes, “No sir, Clove here is going to win. For me.” With that, we duck into the training center
to meet our stylists.
****
“Oh, Clove!” shriek the airheads, who are my prep team. Delia, Carra and Robbi surround me, massaging goo into my hair, over my body and plucking hairs from me. It takes three hours to get me pretty enough to meet my stylist, Layla. She strides in, her bright pink hair in an ugly bob cut. “So, Clove. How are you, love?” she asks, not really caring. “I’m fine. You know, preparing to fight to the death with 23 other pathetic tributes, whom I plan on slaughtering.” this takes her by surprise, and she gives me a nod of disapproval. “Temper, temper.” she mutters to herself. Good, I want a damn temper. She interrupts my thoughts by saying, “Clove, we’re going to be putting you in a tight fitting black body suit inlaid with small rock and a crown of knives and rockpicks. How does that sound. I look at her in disbelief.
Knives? I smile evilly.
“Sounds wonderful Layla.”
~I'm busy with The Witty Hunger Games!:) Ohh, Clove is kinda a little b//tch isn't she?? Anyways, yeah thats not what she wears in the movie, but I like this better than that gold suit thing..Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, but I will be using quotes from it :)! There will be swearing. Comment for notifiation XoXo~Maddy
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LoveandTennis
1 decade ago
great story! how do you sponsor the tributes in your 'witty games'?!
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mylittlesecret13
1 decade ago
i love the story. do u mind giving me another notification?
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pandasandlove
1 decade ago
you are a really good writer. would you mind notifying me? thanks!
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