//THIS IS LIFE||my dear//WickedChick

Ziva smiled (it was fake) at her new Avox, looking her up and down. The girl would have to do. She was a little scrawny, with slightly matted hair (Ziva thought she might puke), and long legs. The girl was quite small, standing at around Ziva's height. However, Ziva was able to look down on her new Avox due to the new, expensive, five-inch heels she was wearing.

She wasn't perfect. No, of course she wasn't. The girl came from the Districts, and everyone knew how filthy the Districts were. Not to mention that she had been kept in a cell for a while now. The girl was going to be dirty. Ziva knew that the first place the girl would be sent once she got back to her house was the servant's quarters to take a bath. There was no one Ziva would allow a filthy slave in her home.

"So," Ziva said, "you're Denali Clyburn." Ziva didn't bother waiting for a response, and instead continued on. "Well, you're good enough. I'm Ziva Viress, and I'm going to bring you to my house, and you're going to work for me! Doesn't that sound like fun?" Ziva smiled brightly, flashing her flawless white teeth to the room, once again feeling a flash of pride at the fact that she looked so gorgeous.

"Denali," she said brightly, turning away from her Avox (not that she had been paying attention the girl anyways), "why don't you follow me? If you try to run, you'll probably be killed. Please don't run. I spent far too long searching for a decent Avox, and I am not in the mood to have to deal with that again. Do you know how stressful it is trying to balance a job, maintain a good reputation, have a personal life, and decorate a house? At the same time? It's really not very fun. But we don't have to worry about that anymore, do we?"

At this point, Ziva really care what the girl did, as long as she followed her. Ziva was standing on the sidewalk outside of the compound now, looking around the City Circle. As per usual, it was gorgeous. It had to be, considering that this was where the Games tributes came for the Opening and Closing Ceremonies. Ziva couldn't get enough of the spotless marble fountains and the tall skyscrapers. They were beautiful.

And then there were all of the people. Everywhere you looked, there were people with amazing hairdos and outfits and tattoos. Ziva loved it all. She didn't have a tattoo herself, but she had always considered getting some along her arms or legs. The only problem was that she rather liked the way she looked.

Ziva came back to herself, remembering where she was and what she was doing. She quickly glanced back at Denali. "Well, come on, let's get in a taxi." With that, Ziva turned around and hailed a taxi, a bright (fake) smile once again in place.

ooc: Grrr....I feel so frustrated with Ziva. I don't relate to her well, so my posts with her are always sub-par. It doesn't help that I love your style of writing, which is so much better than mine.

Anyways, I was thinking that maybe Ziva could kind of just see Denali as a possession at first, but something brings them together, and then they grow really close (character development for Ziva, cool beans) and maybe run away together. It's totally up to you if you want to try something like this, but I thought it would be fun. ^.^

Ziva was an ignorant women. Ignorant and self-centered. She rarely paid attention to the affairs of other humans, preferring to think only about herself. She was of the mentality that nothing could be more important than herself. She believed that anything that didn't concern her wasn't worth bothering herself with.

That was why, being the selfish Capitolite she was, Ziva didn't notice any of her Avox's actions. She didn't care about the girl's amazement, or wonder, or embarrassment. She could honestly care less what her Avox did, as long as she was a good slave. Denali Clyburn was a means to an end to Ziva Viress. She wanted a clean and well-kept house to boost her popularity. Denali Clyburn would be keeping her new home swept and dusted for when she came home. Denali Clyburn had to, because she was an Avox.

She belonged to Ziva.

And Ziva thought of her as a possession.

Not a human being.

For really, wasn't that what they were? Avoxes? Belongings. Ziva Viress had paid for Denali Clyburn. Through the laws of the Capitol, the young girl belonged to her. It didn't matter what she wanted to happen, because it wouldn't unless Ziva approved. Denali was a slave, she had to do as she was told.

The alternative was death.

This didn't affect Ziva's conscience at all. She was used to it. She accepted that it was how things worked in the Capitol. Hell, she loved how they worked. She liked the fact that she was able to boss around someone without them talking back to her. She liked having control over someone. She liked being a slave master.

The taxi ride was going to be long, and Ziva began to ramble about weather, fashion, new hair products, her job, and just about anything else to fill them emptiness of the taxi. No one responded. Ziva knew that no one would. There was a divided screen between the taxi driver and her (and Denali), and the only way to communicate was through an intercom, which Ziva wasn't using. The only one who could hear her blabbering was Denali, and the girl obviously couldn't respond back.

Which Ziva had accepted. She was used to talking with someone, but it didn't matter. She was just using words to fill the emptiness. Meaningless words, used to block out thoughts. Ziva rarely spent time thinking about anything that had any true value in life. She thought about parties, her job, her plans for the future (taking over Panem). She didn't realize how material most of her thoughts were, because they were the young woman's life. She didn't know how to live in the present. She had never learned how to be thankful for what she had.

She wasn't thankful for Denali. Only relieved she had picked up her new Avox.

"My new house is just beautiful. There is plenty of silk (I bought it from Giovanni) and dark wood. It's a lovely combination, don't you think? The only problem is that I also bought colored glass to match, and it collects dust ever so quickly... It's quite unfortunate. The bright side is that you can fix that up for me. Yes, I think I'll have you assigned to my main floor. My Head Avox can show you what do it, although I imagine it wouldn't be difficult. Not that I would know, of course..."

After a short stretch of quiet time, Ziva was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Avoxes were just too quiet. Ziva was accustomed to chit-chatting with an acquaintance, making small talk and sharing gossip and such. Conversation-making was a big past time for Ziva, and this really wasn't much of a conversation.

Denali was sitting in her seat, and Ziva didn't think the girl was listening to her talk about one of the latest fashions she had seen recently. It was making her feel quite angry. Was the girl just going to sit there all the time, doing nothing? Was she useless? Was she a waste of money?

"Well, girl, aren't you going to do something?" Ziva demanded forcefully, her eyes staring down at the girl angrily. "Anything? I hope you know that I paid good money for you! If you're just going to sit around like a useless bag of bones, I might as well go throw you back in that disgusting compound!"



ooc: Sorry, weird ending. This thread had made me realize quite a few things about Ziva, this post especially. Two most important: 1) She has mysophobia, and 2) she's passive-aggressive. O.o

Anyways, I liked this post more than the others. It's quite surreal. I thought it fit the mood better.

And sorry for that slight power play of Denali. I thought it fit into what she might be doing. I tried to be unspecific, 'cause she could very well be staring in shock out the window.