Jake Macyntare: Avox

Gardenia

Gardenia was the type of girl to have everything she wanted, then and there. She tapped her fingers against the wood and linen chair that was laid out before her avox pickings. On the table next to her lay a green platter with assorted cheeses on it, which she quickly ignored. Calories. Fat. The whole number of yards she couldnt fit from her mind. Shrugging it off, she impatiently tapped her feet, adorned by a patent leather hot pink high heel and toe rings on each of her feet, each of them silvery and matching. Her outfit was actually quite simmilar, symmetrical and glitzy-glamourous.

A pair of silver jeans that fit her just right, in a reflective material that was supposted to keep her cool in the warm day. A pink tank top with little silvery jewels on the neckline, sewm perfectly together in a string. Over the tanktop was a paper thin, silver casmere vest that had little scallops on the hem. Her necklace was a silver and garnet one, with draping and a very thin chain with swirls of silver cascading from the chain. Her hair was smartly let into curls, and she had put in temporary silver extensions. Perfect. The thought reflected in her mind as she took a sip of the nutrient rich acai and pomegranate sparkling juice. She wished she had some crab cakes, but what could you do. Rolling her eyes, she waited.

The clock was patiently ticking, and finally it struck twelve, when the selling of avoxes began. A woman wearing a white pants and tops, an avox that had potential in keeping their tounge, lead her to a dark room that was immediatly lit up by flourecent light. Along the walls were bodies, so motionless that they could pass for dead if not observant. Cells. The cells were made of glass, with a bed and a bowl of food laid on a small washstand.

Gardenia was lead to one side of the room. Human beings in glass rooms, a black video camera gleefully trained on the avoxes. Or, the avoxes with out someone to serve. Gardenias parents had allowed her to pick out her own servant. Someone who could make her dinners while she laid on the couch, half awake, half asleep, listening to laugh tracks that were too loud for anyones taste. Or, she could listen to some music. Either way, she was alotted one servant and one only.

She finally took her last deciding step when her heels hit the linoleum floor. "Hm." She stood infront of a glass box three thirds down the first row. Josh Mcyntyre. Hm. Seemed like a hard worker, wasnt half bad looking. She pondered this for a second, her hand fingering the silky jeans material. She nodded towards the woman and she wrote down something on a piece of paper. She pulled out a communication device and said to pull up paper work.

Gardenia was told to sign papers that he was officially under her law, all that Blah-blah-blah. She scrawled her name in her usual, quirky fashion. Then, she heard a huge beeping noise. Ah, that was the release.

(OOC: Gardenia ish taking him. Bwhahaha. She isnt abusive, just ditzy.)

Gardenia was ushered out of the building, and hailed a clear taxi, waiting for her avox, Jake, to stumble behind her. Eh, he probably hadnt walked since when, a few weeks ago? She sighed, stepping into the small cab. It was an odd cab, honestly. All the ones in the capitol were clear. mostly because it was convient and was shiny.

Gardenia rolled her hair around her fingertip, and watched the sights go by. A man dressed in a green outfit was a designer. She reconized him. District 11? Yeah, the one who outfitted that thirteen year old in the fabulous cream dress with gold studding. She waved at him.

"So, Jake. I am Gardenia Rinad. And, I am not evil. I am usually fair." She kicked her feet up, sending the jangles on her feet into a quick paced clacking noise. "You will be outfitted by Myrna, an older avox. You may have the day off afterwards." Gardenias voice was in a capitol accent, just a slightly diferent tint to it. Ah, it was almost a subtley, like in district 1. But, it still was the accent. "Then tomorrow, your duties will begin." The taxi pulled up to the house.

Gardenias house was actually quite lavish. It was the color of cream, with silvery borders and trim on it. The front lawn was about a quarter of an acere long, with a big white fountain and an inch high green grass. Flowers bloomed in beds, turning shades of pink and yellow. Gardenia bushes lined the edges of the property, and hummingbirds sipped on their delicate flowers. It looked three stories tall. It had a basement and three floors above it. The top floor was pretty much the avoxes bedrooms. The floor below that was Gardenias familys rooms, then below was the kitchen. The basement contained a swimming pool that contained an indoor and outdoor sections. A tennis court sat down there, along with a butterfly room, with different shades of butterflys fluttering about.

As soon as she stepped out of the taxi, she nodded towards her house. "This is the quarters."

"Ok." She said, "Myrna is upstairs. Ill show you. But, please, you might need some rest. Im perfectly fine right now. And it wouldnt be much fun for you to go shopping." Gardenia replied, going up the first passagway, which was lined with a golden carpet. She turned down the hallway, then went up a back stairwell that lead to the top level, an avox hallway.

There were probably five or so small bedrooms on each side, with two beds and a dresser in each. At the end of the hall, there was Myrna's sewing room. Myrna was an intelligent looking woman, who looked in her fourties or early fifties. She looked at Gardenia as she said. "We need a outfit for our new male. His name is Jake." I then nodded to Myrna, and opened the nearest door of the avoxes rooms.

All of the avox rooms was stationary. They had beige walls with two pale wood colored beds, and light green linens. Two dressers sat at the end of the bed, matching ones. A vanity with drawers, and a small television tucked away in a beareu. A bedside tucked between the beds had a vase of cream colored calla lilies, and three books were tucked inside its drawers.

Gardenia started to explain the rules. "If I do not need you, you may do what you want. You may eat what you want, you may go outside. If you ask permission, you may leave the grounds for a certain period of time. I want you to be treated more like a guest than a slave. Well, maybe preform more simple tasks than a guest, but you understand the reasoning, right?" She continued on, exiting the room and returning to Myrna, who had four medium green sweaters, four pairs of khaki pants, two pairs of brown shoes, seven pairs of socks and underwear, a pair of sleeping pants and a tee shirt, a dark green shirt, a dark blue suit of some kind, two white shirts and two pairs of denim. She put the clothes into his hands.

"These are for you to have. If you need more, or if something is too small or broken, please tell me. The laundry basket is down the hall, its a laundry chute. Myrna does the laundering, thats her job. Specifically." I glanced around the hallway. "Oh! Wait here, Ill be right back!" She dashed down the stairs, towards the beautiful office. She grabbed a notebook that was thick and durable, and a small package of stick pens and brought them up.

"Communication. If its full, I will retieve another." Gardenia sat the items on top of the clothes, and smiled. "Now, you are dismissed for now. I have some shopping to do. Unless you want to come." Gardenia smiled and walked down the stairs, grabbing her silver and pink candy stripe clutch purse.

Gardenia walked in later than she anticipated, a few minutes before the games reruns were going on. She had a wristful of bags, all different colors and textures. The dark kitchen was illuminated by the glow of the living room television screen, and she set the bags down on the counter and leaned on the marble countertop. She noticed she was wanting something to eat, so she put a bag of microwave popcorn in the microwave and heard the cheerful humming of it.

She crossed the stairs, hearing the faint popping noise from the kitchen and quickly unpinned her hair and put on her pajamas, a stylish pair of silver yoga pants and a simple white tank top with a lacey edging. She set foot in her furry pink clogs and took off her mounds of makeup. She took out her colored contacts and looked into the mirror.She could pass for one of president snows granddaughters, the ones who wore no makeup and only dyed their hair natural colors.

She ignored this and flipped off the bathroom light, going downstairs and loading the bowl of popcorn onto her lap. The commentary person was making remarks in the background of the games. Hm, there was a few crazies. Ember, in particular. There was also Anai Petros. Gardenia hoped he died. He most likely would. There also was Estelle Havenporth and Cole Haistier. She paid attention to them for a minute, thinking about how she recalled Jake was from Eleven. Maybe he knew them. She shrugged and reajusted the pink cashmere blanket that was draped on her lap. "Ill have to ask him." She mumbled, continuing to survey the screen.

Later that night, the recap ended and slid into delightfully suspensful dramas, Gardenia slipped upstairs into her room and curled into her bed, falling asleep.

Gardenia woke up at her usual time: Seven minutes to eight, and she saw the note next to her bed. She read it and nodded carefully. She went to her closet, which was jammed pack with things, along with the bags that were lined up with her shoes. Hm. She pondered her things, fingering the fine fabrics and picking up a pair of high heels. She pondered this for a second before deciding to rustle through her bags and pull out an elaborate outfit.

It started with a cream dress, strapless with a volume esque skirt, bubble shaped. It was made of fine cottons, weaved together to make a smooth surface. She had gotten it from her favorite botique, Pappilion, the day earlier and decided it was an appropritate dress for the day. She continued sorting through the closet until she found a green slouchy cardigan sweater and a metal pin in the shape of a flower. Perfect, but she needed some... glamour. She sorted through her shoe collection, finally finding a pair of tawny colored high heels. The outfit was a bit demeture for her tastes, but she chose a hat with a few tawny curls at the top, and smiled. She tooked dramatic.

She piled on makeup, golden eyeshadow and dark eyeliner, and a gold liptone. Good. She pulled her hair into temporary blonde dye and blinked. Perfect. She took the note and walked to the kitchen, where she decided to find Jake. "Jake!" She said as loudly as she dared. "Jakke!" She smiled. "Can you make me something... a banana smoothie with protien powder? The recipes on the fridge!" Gardenia crossed the room and put the sheet of paper on the counter. "What district were you from?"

Gardenia read what was on the paper. "Well, your motive was certainly there. The capitol sure does have its tendacies." Gardenia made a little coughing noise in her thought and said "I am sorry about your child. And your fiance." She sat down on the countertop, thinking. "Do you want to hear my story? Its actually rather dull compared to yours. My Parents are tribute watchers, who draw from the reaping balls. It is quite an honor for them. Theyre really busy this time of year. I have had many surgical alteracations. It seems so silly compared to what youve been through." Gardenia reached into the refigerator and pulled out a bottle of orange juice and set it on the paper. "Happy avoxation." Her voice was raspy, with the hint of sarcasm. She had never met someone who went through so much....

Drama.

She pulled the smoothie towards her, and sipped it quietly. "Thank you."

Gardenia felt synthathy, and also a hint of regret. She was basically enslaving someone with a family, a lover, a child. "I wish you could go back." A tear rolled down her face, and she recovered quickly.

She toyed with her hair for a second and snapped, her nails moving quickly. "Beside the point, I have some vintage music. From before Peneum. I love music, would you like to listen to some?" She had a more quiet voice. "I dont need to play love songs. There are plenty of songs by this one artist, I think her names Kesha. She sings party music. Would you like to listen?"

Gardenia flipped on the stereo, making the music coming out sound quick. "dont stop... make it pop..." She sang along with the music. She wasnt the best singer, but she wasnt quite horrible either. She just simply... sang. The words echoed from her mouth as she pondered the note. "You might not have. You shouldnt be punished like this. Jail, possibly. Enslavation? Never." Gardenia pondered this for a second. Sure, she may be a bit ditzy, a bit ignorant and a whole lot stylish, but she wasnt DUMB.

She couldnt let someone suffer like that. So, she decided, from that day on, she would treat avoxes as her equals.

It looked good in her mind, and maybe others would follow suit.


(No muse, sorry. A little short, so hope you can work off it. If not, PM me)