Amy sits by herself on the sofa, silently. She knew that she was going into the arena, it was inevitable. So, why didn't she feel upset about it?
Zeus He places his fingers gently on top of the piano keys, intently reading from the sheet of music in front of him.
Oh, no, no! I'm much too bored between the arena design and the actual games. It was the least I could do *slips a large amount of money into your pocket unnoticeabley as you pay for the dresses*
Well, don't expect me to hold back when it comes to the personal questions. *I wink at you, looking down when I feel an increase of weight in my pocket* You have always been incredibly smart, but you're not as sly as you think. *pulls the money back out and hands it to you, walking out of the shop with my dress* Come on, we need to go. The interviews will start soon!
*sighs and takes the money back* Of course, I'll answer them with nothing more than honesty. *walks out of the store with you, stuffing the wad of cash into my pocket*
Kirsten: She stops weeping and resolves to take a walk to keep her mind off things. She wanders the halls of her floor, then goes up to the roof and inhales the fresh air. Training starts soon, she thinks. I best pay attention.
(So guys, because this is taking so long I was thinking we could skip the parade and quickly go through the interviews so the games can start. Is everyone okay with that?)
Really? I'm glad you would say that, usually people lie to make themselves look better. Then again, you always have been a little different from everyone else. In a good way, of course. *walks back into the training centre, wondering if my stylists will need me yet* That reminds me, have you booked yourself a stylist for tonight? You can't possibly go on without having one beforehand. It's unheard of!
*I completely stop in my tracks, turning and staring at you in shock* You HAVEN'T got yourself a stylist!? Hm... Perhaps one of my stylists could do your make up for you then. Or maybe I will?
Zeus He stands up from the piano, smoothing out the creases in the black pair of jeans he is wearing.
((Hi guys sorry I've not been keeping this activr as it should be but thankies to those who have!)) Lily She glances across the room, sniffing.
*stops in my tracks and folds my arms* You know I don't trust those stylists. They pluck your eyebrows and make my whole body sore. Can't stand em
*turns to face you, imitating your actions by folding my arms too* But the pain is worth the beauty! Plus they have this new numbing cream, so you wouldn't feel a thing! If you don't trust the stylists, at least let me help you.