Stylings {A WIP}

District 1 was usually known for the very, very good taste in chariot outfits. They usually got the most experienced designer, thus being the one winding down in their taste, sending classic and elegant looks down the runway.

But, sadly, this year if failed epiclly. Due to the overwhelming response from the capitol audience with the pimp cane Matt Mathhews possessed, it took longer for the district 1’s to get their outfit, since the people were still discussing the fact that Matt needed a pimp outfit, and the gold body suit wasn’t going to cut it. He needed something fabulous.

So, him and Glitter had to wait in the lobby, mostly in Glitters part because the outfit was extremely, and utterly sad and pathetic towards the new outfit being created for Glitter. So, they had to make some modifications to make it more extravagant.

After mumbling over a few magazines laid out on the table, and Glitter singing Kesha to herself some more, Matt was escourted into the first designer room, which was honestly pretty darn elaborate. Gold motif, the whole thing.

But, as he approached the dummy mannequin, he gasped and his hands flew to his face. It was a black and white velvet swirled jumpsuit. It had bell bottom pants, a giant hat with a fedora, a solid gold dollar sign necklace, and last but not least…. A day glo cane. One that lit up and let out fireworks and everything.

With astonishment, he reached for the cane, his hands grasping the automatic sparkler type thing. It was wonderful. Matt could see himself whipping all kinds of women with that beautiful, beautiful cane. Grabbing the edge, where the button was to send sparks, he whipped the mannequins backside and smiled.

IT WAS FREAKING AWESOME. Pressing the button, sparks shot up and he applauded them. He threw them to the wall, and again, they were awesome. They didn’t leave burn marks, but it was a nice effect. He wished that Glitter would walk in right then so he could hit her ferociously with his newly acquired cane, but the stylist, a women with obviously enlarged lips and an orange skin tone similar todays Jersey Shore paraded in.

“I’m Snooki!” She said, clapping her hands, and Matt raised his cane, smiling happily. And hit this short Snooki character with the cane. Snooki, who took this as a common occurance, dismissed it and told Matt to go change into it in the corner.

Matt was sure this was almost pedophile, but who cares? So was hitting an older women with a cane. He climbed into the velvet suit, and flashed a smile for the mirror. Snooki clapped her hands and ushered Matt to the lobby, where he instantly started to sexually harass Phunke.

Glitter was next, taken in by Snooki, who instantly clapped her hand to her forehead at Glitters lack of anything but Glitter on her face. What had the team done to her? Put some Glitter on her and let her brown hair run wild.

No, they had straightened it, but it ran haywire afterwards.

She opened the closet behind her and pulled out, possibly, the most hideous dress on the face of the planet. Originally, it seemed to be a decent enough dress, ball gown style, a bit puffy. But, in effort to quickly make the thing more elaborate, they added ruffles around the collar, making it look horribly stuffy and a stupid Victorian theme.

Glitter slowly submerged herself in the dress, followed by shoes that looked like a pop icon that a district five dweller worshipped was meant to wear them. Sighing, she looked at this Snooki character, who wore only a low cut tank top and a pair of underwear.

She seemed to be in utter despair, due to her tortured expression. Glitter finally noticed the pile of tequila bottles in the corner, and decided that most likely, Snooki was drunk.

In a heap of breakdown, Snooki fell to the ground, mumbling something unintelligible and Glitter went to the lobby, only to find Matt. She grabbed his ear and tried to drag him to the chariot.


*End D1*


The tribute train rolled into the station, parking itself in front of the capitol. Ooh, it was a shiny capitol building. The tributes unloaded themselves, having each of the distinct people meander out of the train, the careers flexing their (nearly) nonexistent muscles and the other weaklings nearly dying from the food they had ate.

It was going to be an intresting train of outfits coming on the chariot ride, especially since the food was going to wear off and the designers we’re going to be all “Yayyy!” and the tributes would be glaring at the designers that would be “Yayyy!”-ing and the tributes would be back to glancing at the Television screen that showed hoarders and they’re many cats.

This brought Semper, the district 10 tribute, the one who was known as a cannibal amongst the other tributes, and was awkwardly avoided by them, to a sudden realization. Her kitty cats were going to die! The ones that she managed in the ally, feeding them human scraps. OH MY RIPRED. Her super-engineered super cats were all going to pass out and die in the ally if she didn’t make it back. And Phunkes unicorn, that was running free would eat the dead carcasses.

Semper crawled into her corner and blinked, sobbing big, unhappy tears into the teal floral wallpaper, making the designer show up with a cow costume from the closet. Yes, a cow costume. A cotton atrocity of cow pattern of black and white, with little stuffed horns on the hood, and a tail trailing on the hind end. Semper instantly opened her eyes and smiled at it.

“THANK YOU!” She chorused, taking the cow costume from the designer and putting the hood over her head, arms spread around her like she was taking flight. And she ran in circles this way for a good fifteen minutes.

Phunke, who was sitting in the opposite corner, which was dark and slightly mysterious, in her ginger scorn, wore an unbelivebly slutty version of a little bo peep costume, all ruffles and a skirt that if pulled up an inch more, would probably qualify for Matt and Damens pimp business. Of course, Phunke pulled it off better than most people would, but she still was mourning the loss of her warm legs in the corner.

After many hours of pulling the hood over Sempers head, and finally forcing her into a coma like state, luring Phunke from the corner and enduring countless whistles from Damen and Matt, the district 10 finally entered their chariot, which was, sadly, a wheelbarrow with hay in it.

Semper enjoyed it throrroughly.
*end D10*