pretty little dolls ://: [Riot]

The chariot comes to a halt, the horses are agitated and they whiney as their handlers grab hold of their reins. I am agitated as well- though it is more like a dazed feeling, where my mind can’t quite grasp hold of reality anymore. We rode out on the chariots in front of what must have been the entirety of the Capitol; their eyes were all glued on us, just as Dynamo told us in the lift. They were all screaming a variety of names, mine was in the mix somewhere but there was so much noise that I couldn’t quite pick it out from the crowd. They waved at us excitedly, applauding as we drove past. They cheered in unison every time a tribute road out and there was a gasp every time a costume impressed them. I realized in that short moment, that we were just a show for them. We weren’t human in any shape or form.

I climb from the chariot, stiffly as my uniform doesn’t quite allow me to move much. The jumpsuit I wear, which is attached to some ridiculous cape thing, is covered head to toe in glitter; it is a gradient of black to orange, randomly placed about the dress so that we look like we are a glow beneath the lights of the Capitol. I was fine with the outfit until they decided to paint my face with this orange stuff that went on your eyelids- I had to sit on my hands to stop from rubbing my eyes- as well as a gradient lip tar sort of stuff. Already, after barely half an hour with this makeup on, I could feel my skin tightening and my lips drying. I wanted rid of it as soon as possible.

I left my chariot behind as Dynamo praised the others for their work. I was walking in such a daze that once I reached the lift, I didn’t see that someone was already reaching to call the elevator down to our floor. As our hands bumped, I wish drew my quickly, grimacing awkwardly. “Apologies,” I say, snapping out from my daze as I dropped my hand to my side “Didn’t realize you were there….”