Memorial Feast (2) Part 1

It was very dark, and I was cold. Mammy could tell, so she tried to make it quick. ''Hello, Rue,'' she hugs me. ''We've missed you so. Master and I, we've gotta a gift fo you. You'll look lovely. It's fo the Memorial Feast, ya see. I made the dress, and Master sent the jewels. I'll sneak over and help you get dressed some time.'' Mammy pauses. ''I love you, Rue,'' and with that she steps away into the darkness. I clutch the small parcel made with so much love, and run towards my home.

''I was right! Yo shure do look lovely,'' Mammy looks with pride at me. I have just been stripped of at least 3 layers of skin, and my hair and skin glistens.
 
Mammy kisses my forehead and, once again, vanishes. Mom opens the door, carrying my plain green dress and a pearl headband. ''Rue,'' Mom says, her eyes wide. ''Where did you get that?! Please tell me you haven't robbed a clothing store!'' I laugh. ''A friend gave it to me,'' I say. ''Who?'' Mom asks. ''You don't know him.'' I regret my mistake at once. ''Him? Oh, Rue, have you got a secret admirer? Or even a beau?!?!'' Mom asks, eyes still wide but smiling. ''Mom!'' I nearly scream. ''We're just friends! And I'm only 14!!!'' ''Sometimes I forget. You are turning into such a young lady, it's hard to remember these things.'' Mom kisses my cheek and closes the door. That's when I hear the scream.
~Rue

In an attempt to 'man' me up....

I go all gangster.

A women bustles in to my dark, lonely, small room. ''Get up,'' is the only word she says. She practically drags to a changing room, full of black clothing. Am I going goth? Never mind. She wordlessly dresses me into black clothes. ''Sit,'' she waves a hand to a black chair, in the black bathroom. She gets something that looks like a big, white (a nice change) stapler, and----OWW!!! Pierces my ear. Thankfully, after that, she just wash-cloths four black 'tattoos', on my skin. But notice on the picture above of me, I have FIVE tattoos. Beep. She gets the inky thingymabob and gives me a real tattoo. ''You know, I'm sorta under the age approved for tattoos,'' I whisper through my crying. She doesn't say anything. Big surprise, huh?
A TV brings itself out of the wall. I see a women on the TV. ''Rue Odair,'' she sounds like a robot, ''you have been brought here for a mission. Get all of President Paylor's files and bring them to us. We must always know the real you. We gave you one real tattoo to know this. Go.'' I hate her. Gosh, right now I hate everybody. My arm stings, as well as my ears, and I still have to do work. I want to go home. I want to cry for my mommy.
In the middle of my R rated thoughts the door is slammed open. ''Put your hands in the air!'' A whole bunch of people burst into the door, including: Reef, Finch, Cinna, Gale, Mom, Katniss, Peeta, Haymitch, and David Paylor-Kayman. ''Rue, this isn't exactly the time to go gangster,'' Cinna states. ''RUE?! You got tattoos?!?!'' Mom shrieks. ''I think they look kinda good,'' David says. He blushes instantly as Mom turns to him. ''What did you say? I didn't hear you,'' she snarls. ''Rue?! Shame on you!'' He says, still blushing furiously.
They knock the woman out, and while we're running for our lives I explain to Mom my tattoos aren't real. At least most of them. ''You can wash them off. They're that kind of tattoos.''
''So we don't need to have them removed?'' I shudder. ''Nah.'' I'll admit, I'll cross the 'I-have-one-real-tattoo' bridge when I got to it. In the meanwhile, my one real tattoo made me feel like Pocahontas(from the single surviving Disney movie).
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After 24 restful hours later Mom comes in with a wash cloth and baby shampoo. ''Ready?'' She asks. I nod. Time to cross that bridge. My lower-arm tattoo is last. She scrubs, scrubs, and (get ready for it)---''RUE! YOU LITTLE SNEAKY LIAR (she really does love me, I swear), THIS IS REAL!'' She cautions in a firm voice: ''tomorrow we are going to have this taken off.'' ''...No,'' I say. Her face says : 'Do you really want to play this game?' ''I want to keep it. It makes me feel like Pocahontas.'' Mom's face relaxes. ''Rue, you could get another fake tattoo just like that,'' she pleads. ''No.'' She frowns. ''Fine, but we're letting your ears heal back,'' she insists. I take two of the earrings out, both on different ears. ''Rue, there's still one more set,'' Mom says. ''I want to keep that too.'' Mom throws her hands up in the air and stomps away, but I won this battle. Reef comes in a moment later. ''You really are going gangster, aren't you?'' Reef asks. He doesn't wait for an answer. He leaves muttering: ''my own younger sister got a tattoo before I did. The shame of it all.''
A very un-gangster gangster,
Rue
 
Don't I look so much better now? Though this whole experience has really changed me. I'll tell you about the clothes later.

I'm on PamenWeek

Notice I don't type that with much excitement.

  PanemWeek is the latest, coolest gossip magazine. Celebrities are counted pretty famous if they're on the cover. I'm sure you can guess who's on July's cover (they came out early). :p

Me. 

First Picture: I had just finished working on La Heart Breake (spelled with 2 Es), and I still hadn't gotten the hair dye out of my hair. I forgot what made me cry, but they took a picture of it.

Second Picture: PanemWeek says it's me with a 'mysterious lover', but that's really Reef. We had gotten into a big fight, and for a punishment Mom made us walk around in public holding hands. Worse day of my life.

It's says on the cover:

'Latest teen sensation Rue Odair is having troubles coping with fame. Reporter stated: 'Odair was asking for advice from a mysterious lover'. Another states: 'Odair's not sure about her job.' '

Yeah, right! I'm having no troubles, thank you!!! :p

Finch, you better watch out, because this girl looks a lotta like you:

Hm, is that you're own 'mysterious lover'?! He looks like Niall!
A very unhappy,
Rue

Oh, Dear

''....Helena,'' I whisper to myself as I stare in the mirror. ''What's that, dear?'' Mammy asks mindlessly. I don't answer her, for my shock is too big. I had just noticed I was the exact image of Helena, Finch's BFF. But that's not possible,...... yet it makes so much sense! Helena---Elena? You just take the H away! And who knows, maybe Helena doesn't like being called Princess (I know I wouldn't :p). Sure, Helena and I could be twins, but she's not snotty or stuck-up.
 
''Dang it! Princess Elena dyed her hair and put in eye changing contacts in---again!'' Jonathan (as I've come to know the man) says. ''And she's not wearing the clothes you told her too,'' Mammy says. ''Not helpful.''
After they had changed me around to look like Elena (and locked her up in a closet) I was ready to go. I was walking out and I heard a 'Hey, Elena.' I turned around and saw David Paylor-Kayman!!!! The president's son!!! ''Um, hi,'' I stammered, blushing furiously. David didn't seem to notice. ''Have you seen Rue? I haven't seen her anywhere, I was hoping I could put my name down on her card,'' he said. Card? Oh yes, dancing cards for the ball. ''I guess I'll see if I can find her later,'' David walks away. Since when had David been interested in me? I'd only seen him once or twice, either while posing or working for the movie. Hmm..... {Finch, don't you dare tease me! ;)}
Dinner was served (me acting as myself): salad and soup, fish, chicken with rolls and rice and orange sauce, cheese, dessert, coffee. After that we danced, and David put his name on my card. (Why can't I make a blushing face?!) Then I had to change to Princess Elena, myself again, and then spy gear!!!
''Rue, go into a dark corner where nobody can see you and change to spy gear. There's a vent in the north tower, keep crawling in it until you get the the third room you pass. Listen and tell me what you hear,'' Jonathan's voice in my ear says. I go into a completely dark room and press a rose. My skin feels cold and bare, but I know when I press the rose all of my body is always covered. So what was it then? ''Rue,'' whispers a sudden, snake like voice in the dark, ''please do tell us where you've been.''
~Rue

''Let's do this thing, girl!''

As soon as I hit the pebbles, I am asleep.

''She must be radiant for the Memorial feast. Spare no expense,'' a gruff, male voice rings out. Haymitch? I think. But no, he doesn't sound like that. Just then I notice I am no longer cold, no longer on the tough pebble path. Instead I am on a velvet and silk bed, tucked in warmly with a goose down and animal skin. I dare to peek open one eye. I am in a small room, with a man, (his back to me), and a woman. They are talking, and the woman is nervously serving tea. ''Yes, sir. I understand real well,'' the black woman says. ''Good,'' the man says and stands up from his chair. He slowly turns around and looks at me, and I quickly close my eye. But I get a glimpse of him before I do. The door slams, and I assume the man is gone (and thank goodness, he was). He is handsome, with a light olive skin, black hair, and blue eyes. I guessed he was about 18. The woman, though, stayed. ''Wake up, child! We gotta some work to do!'' she says, shaking my shoulder.

After breakfast, Mammy (the black woman) helps me dress. The man is impatiently waiting outside, every so often stamping his foot and saying, ''Is she ready yet?''. Mammy finishes the last touch, a rose, and calls out: ''Yes, she be ready.''

(Mammy is magic with makeup, and hair dye ;) The man rushes in, and to my surprise, so does a wolf/dog. ''Good, Mammy. Rue, this is Adolf (it means wolf in German, he he); he'll take care of you. Soon I'll be sending you to the Memorial feast. You'll have this;'' he hands me an earpiece which looks like a golden earring; ''with you. You'll do what I say, or say what I say. Don't tell anybody about the earpiece. Report all you hear to me. Also, press a certain rose and your outfit will be changed to your spy gear. Press it again, and it'll change back. Press a different one and you'll be changed to the princess gear. You must impose Princess Elena,'' With that, the man walks back out of the room. Mammy shrugs. ''Want to see yo spy gear? Let's do this thing, girl!'' Mammy presses the third rose:

''Just one more! The princess herself told Master what she was wearing, it shure is lucky yo look like her,'' Mammy presses the first rose: 
 
''Don't you just love it?!'' And I swear something nasty as I look at myself in the mirror.
~Rue

Mysteries lurk around Golum Manor

It turns out Caesar had grabbed me. ''Not that I want to hurt you, but I can't let you get away. I'd lose my job,'' he explained later.
The purple-haired woman lead us down a narrow hallway I hadn't noticed before. In fact, nobody had noticed it. The small door leading to the hallway was barely notable, and only if you looked very closely. She took the door at the end of the bending hallway. Sunshine leaked through the dark hallway, as if showing a hopeful light in a lost sea of black. We had used the back entrance. We walked, visible, on the Capitol street. Caesar had transferred to a tight grip on my left hand, because it'd seem odd any other way. Nobody hindered us, but then again, the only people walking peeked at us under their hoods. At last we got to the end of the long street. To my surprise there was no cold-a-sac, but a sharp end, studded with spikes and a shiny black fence. A sign hung limply on the gate of the fence. 'GOLUM MANOR', it read. A rhyme came back to me, one mothers would tell to their children to keep them out of danger/trouble:
'Golum Manor stands bright and clear,
Shadowing a neighboring car.
Haunting a innocent man,
At least says Nan.'
An odd rhyme, yes, but it was eerie when you were little.  Just at that moment a blood curdling scream sounded, and the Manor---Golum Manor, seemed to shudder. The willow trees started waving without wind, and the grass shoot up quickly without water. ''Mysteries lurk about Golum Manor, Rue. You've only got to face them;'' and I am shoved into the small pebble path. I hear the gate click behind me; and I know that I am locked in.
~Rue~

Privet Interviews with Caesar Flickerman!!

''You're favorite Capitol host here, CEASAR FLICKERMAN!'' Ceasar Flickerman, known for his crazy-colored hair, screamed as he turned his swivel chair. Today his hair was a dark red, a blazing fury. His makeup and suit was, too, so it looked like he was bleeding to death. Other than that, Caesar is a funny, nice man. ''I'd like to personally welcome Rue Odair, our little belle of Panem!'' Caesar waved a hand towards the entrance I was supposed to enter in. I was wearing my new dress, this one:

 

''Stunning as always, Rue! Would you mind,'' Caesar paused for dramatic effects; ''Giving us a little info on that boyfriend of yours?'' A few Capitol people in the audience hooted. ''We decided to break up,'' I say, pausing for my own effects (I could work the audience, too); ''At least until I'm older. Then Mom can't say no? Right? But...'' I sigh fearfully, ''I'm afraid....  Gale likes Johanna!'' I try to look frightened. ''I mean, um, .... Nobody tell Gale I found out, please. I'd like to tell him myself.'' ''Young love; such a beautiful thing. What's been your favorite thing since you've gotten here, Rue?'' Caesar asks. ''La Heart Break,'' I say, smiling. The newest Panem movie stared me as the red-haired mermaid!!! I never thought movie starring and making would be fun, but I love it! I look forward to it nearly everyday. ''I've heard about that. I can't wait to see it!'' Caesar says. He waves the newest poster of Heart Break. ''Now--'' Caesar is interrupted by a loud bang. ''RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!'' Someone screams, and everybody starts running; except for the purple-haired women who screamed it. ''C'mon,'' she says; and I feel a force pressing my wrists to my back, together.

~Rue

Why I took revenge on Gale... part3

Last part, I promise!
(I'm writing these with silly newly painted finger nails... done by Effie. :) Base coat, sparkly skin colored nail polish, French tips thingies, and another clear coat. Together four coats of pure torture.)
We had a lunch thingy at the Capitol. A women non of us knew, named Ms. Failure (I'm not kidding), invited us over. Apparently, though, Haymitch knew her. But then again, Haymitch knows a lotta crazy people. :p
Ms. Failure had put place cards all around a table vigorously decorated with flowers. I was next to Gale and Reef. Not exactly my lucky day.
So, Reef. You know teenager boys. Eats like pigs, into sports, have stupid baggy pants (last part (thank goodness) doesn't apply to Reef ). Unsurprisingly Gale was like that, too. They were hogging all the food they could reach; and once again, unsurprisingly, I got all the plain food while they ate all of the cake that SHOULD HAD BEEN MINE! Yes, cake is so important I bolded, capitalized, and italiced that. Ms. Failure kept looking at Gale and I like, 'aren't you two in love?' and then she'd look at Mom like, 'I only invited you so I could see romance'. It was so annoying.
After lunch we were invited to have tea in the parlor. Thankfully Mom said we had things to do... important things like laying in our beds and pretending this never happened. She didn't say that, though. Ms. Failure turned bright pink, and I swear I think she almost screamed at me to love Gale. Which, of course, I would of stormed out the door. Gail said, though, ''Do you love me, baby?'' I turned pink and almost killed Gale. We left quickly after that.
Once we got home, when Mom and Reef weren't looking: ''I want to hurt you so bad right now, but I won't. We're even,'' I said.
Rue
DISCLAIMER: Gail doesn't like/love me in any way or form (unless it's little sister/big brother sort of thing), and he only called me 'baby' to annoy me and to keep Ms. Failure happy. I am now sure we will be invited soon, again. :o(