The Capitol Gala <Registration closed>

I've Got You Like A Puppet;;

In The Palm Of My Hand..

It was night, and the time was now. The time to prepare myself for the Capitol's biggest event of the year was finally, finally. here. The Capitol Gala.

I hadn't yet laid a hand on my hair to style it in any fashion, let alone drag my tuxedo out of the closet that sat across from the position I was in, a seat on the edge of my bed. I had already tried on my outfit numerous times, it fit perfectly, I looked astounding in it, and I was pretty positive that the spectators, bystanders, and other Gala attenders would be stunned. The tuxedo went right along with my hair. Red. From the very top of the shoulders all the way down to the bottom of the pants legs. Covered in black polka dots, and a nice, red, silken handkerchief would be placed in the vest pocket of the almost royal piece of clothing that I would be wearing. I was Mitch Marx, and no one would look better than I.

My hair was as soft as suede. Red as was my tuxedo, and also black polka dots were lined throughout it. It almost resembled that of a ladybug, but I was pretty sure once I had it styled, it would no longer look like this, and with this, I immediately begun on my appearance.

Slipping off of my bed, I headed straight to the bathroom that was positioned only a mere 10 feet away. I wish I could say that it was of an almost standard, but it was far from it, and it lay sweaty, and flat, making it almost unbearable to look at.

I stripped off my pajamas that I had worn all of the day, and slipped into my hotel shower, which welcomed me and gave me many options as to what wash I would like while bathing. Choosing the option of Number 3, I looked forward to being sprayed on all sides by just a tad bit more than lukewarm water, and being completely refreshed and ready to prepare myself for the majestic, or possibly chaotic, event that would soon happen.

Just as I had expected, the streams and jets of water instantly burst on me, with soap being entwined and mixed in with the streams. Suds erupted on me, and quickly washed my body, scrubbing all unwanted dirt and crud that had formed throughout the night, morning, and afternoon. I wasn't sure why I had refrained from the shower for so long, I just did. Maybe laziness took over, or maybe not, I wasn't sure, but it didn't really matter.

As I switched the streams and directed them strictly at my hair, I made sure the volumizing shampoo and conditioner were being used. I carefully got out of the shower, and automatic fans that were placed below my feet dried me off in a matter of seconds.

The site in the mirror was much more presentable now, and as I approached the counter, I grabbed the bottle of hair styling gel that lay beside the sink. As I opened it, I got the feeling of nervousness for the first time that I had received the invitation to attend the Gala. What if they thought I looked stupid? What if I made a fool of myself? What if had accidentally picked the wrong day and I would show up and nothing would be happening?

My body shuddered at the thought, but I shook off all unwanted things out of my head, and continued to place the hair styling gel in my hair. Then, out of routine and instinct, I reached up and did a quick sweep through of my hair, where I would use the tips of my fingers and do a type of zigzag motion from the back to the front. It didn't really do much to my hair, but it was a ritual and I followed on.

Finally, the nerves had disappeared and my confidence swallowed me once more. I was Mitch Marx. Nobody could be better than Mitch Marx, although I knew that there were people who was better than myself, but I tried to refrain from letting it show in my expressions the best that I could.

As I exited the bathroom, I shut the door rather hard, causing a large thud. I guess it was the anxiety that had just recently formed. It was nerve-wracking in a sense. I was excited, but at the same time, I wasn’t sure if everything would be as spectacular as it had set out to be. I guess I would just have to see at the Gala, which was only in a mere 30 minutes.

I hurried to my closet, where I revealed by wonderful tuxedo. The tuxedo that would be worn by me as I was at one of the most royal events in the Capitol. The tuxedo that would be seen, and loved alike, by the many people that would surround me at the event. I was just intrigued by how I had came across it, so lucky was I, that I consider it a miracle.

I had been trotting down one of the many sidewalks in the Capitol and a young homeless man was sitting in a small alley. I knew that he would soon be pulled away by security, but he approached me, a black trash bag following behind him. It seemed to be of a light weight, but the mass was quite wide and spherical, which led to my conclusion that it was probably a few things he had decided to take with him in the event that he had ran away, or had gotten evicted, or for whatever reason he was on the street.

I sped up my pace a tad bit faster as he approached and got closer to me, but he had soon caught up with me, in the event that he tapped on my shoulder and had spoke a couple of words before finally asking me whether I wanted to buy that item that was in his bag, in which he had pulled out the tuxedo, in which a proudly and immediately nodded my head, excited at the purchase.

I quickly took it back to my hotel room, or apartment for more specific and particular specifying, and a hotel avox soon washed it along with drying it.

This had only happened a few weeks ago, only about 2 days after I had received the invitation of the Capitol Gala. I had been worrying about what I was going to wear, but as soon as the tuxedo was up to par, I knew instantly that the tuxedo was what would be clothed on me.

So now, I had all of the pieces of the tuxedo on, and ravishing was how I would describe myself as looking. Without further adieu, I bid myself farewell and left my apartment, as I quickly sped down the elevators and left the hotel and apartment complex that I resided in and stepped into the night sky and atmosphere that encircled me.

Traffic and sound covered me. Adrenaline was pumping, and before I knew it, I was soon in a taxi, heading to the City Circle.

As I arrived, hundreds of people stood on a rainbow color radiated carpet. The fabric starting a deep purple, before moving and crescendoing into a huge hue of red. I could already feel eyes on me, looking at my face, and the wonderful suit I wore, along with the hair that lay atop my head as I slipped out of the taxi and made my way to the carpet. Cameras snapped at my face, my clothing, and I was soon almost to the point of being legally blind.

I stepped forward, and soon stood behind one of the many attendees of the event. Smiling at all those who eyed me, I knew that it would be a wonderful night.

Ziva Viress examined herself thoroughly before declaring herself fabulous enough that she would outshine everyone. Not that she wouldn't anyways, but one must always be prepared. She had helped to organize this event, so she had to look her absolute best. Nothing could look more beautiful, more appealing than her. She would be the star attraction. Forget about all of the others. They were only invited. She, Ziva Viress, had almost single-handedly planned the most prestigious event of the year!

Her hair, normally dyed with a rainbow of colors at the tips, was uniform, with only violet highlights that matched her dress and shoes. Of course, it wouldn't be like this for long, but the Gala was special, and she had opted to do something different for it. She didn't want to look boring. Ugh, God forbid.

Ziva slipped on her dress, happy about how great it made her figure look. Next she strapped on her pink heels. She grabbed a silver purse and filled it with her make-up so she could touch it up later. Her relatively simple necklace perfected her look. With one last look at the mirror, Ziva swept out the door.

She arrived just as the event was starting. Thankfully, others had arrived beforehand to take care of all the last minute details. The room had been almost ready two days ago, but it seemed that everyone had been thinking of last-minute things they wanted to do. It was insane and stressful to organize an event this huge, but there was no doubt in Ziva's mind that she would have the time of her life tonight.

She greeted all of her friends (and some people she didn't even know). The outfits people wore interested her. No one looked as amazing as her, but she liked to keep on top of the latest trends. She had to be the picture of perfection. And she was.