Post by Ashton McCall on Jul 24, 2014 21:59:17 GMT -6
“So stupid.” Ashton muttered under his breath, tugging at the tight leather strap around his neck. Black, simple cowboy wear complete with obnoxious boots (he could feel the blisters), and his chest bare except for a vest. Rosa’s probably wasn’t that much better so that comforted Ashton as he prepared to make an ass (or cattle) of himself on stage.The only cool part were the horns that curled up from the strap on his neck, weaving themselves into sharp points above his head, like a wild bull would with silver accents for the bull rings: shiny to the Capitol people but nothing more than a tool to Ashton and Rosa. If a bull gets too rowdy, you tug on the rings forcing the animal down. The bull would do anything to avoid getting that ring pulled.
But then again, Ashton felt like cattle anyway.
Their chariot was black and sleek, with silver accents on the side. Without electricity like District 3 or gold precious items like District 1 or even the fire element District 12 had, they simply had to make do. The horses prancing were black and sleek, bigger than any farm nag in the District. He pat them slightly, listening to the silver bang against their sides, making them ring out against the arena. The only good part is they’d each gotten a small chariot to ride side by side next to one another, but they’d be steering themselves. Even not owning a horse, Ashton knew Rosa and him had been around enough to handle the arena. Speaking of…where is she—oh there she is. Rosa was fiddling with the cowboy hat on her head.
“Horns nearly suffocating you too? They are kinda cool though, like vines mixed with horns. We should gorge District 1, right?” They’d done almost no talking since the Reaping and part of Ashton felt bad for that. She was probably the last familiar face he’d see alive and maybe that warranted a nice comment here and there. But then that would involve feelings and suddenly Ashton realized what an awful idea that was. focus on the damn parade and get through this. One step at a time. Just one more scam. “All right. Black and silver ridiculous vests and boots, tight as fuck pants…the chariot that looks more like a black car than a District 10 ride…I’d say we’re all set. Let’s just make sure we drive next to each other in our Chariots or else they might have our heads.”
Their escort ushered the two into the chariots, Ashton taking up the reins in his hands, feeling the creatures dance under his control. He locked eyes with Rosa, moving his horns to twist even higher. He straightened his back out and tried to look bigger than he was. Someone who would drive the cattle, not become one.
“HA!” Ashton cracked the reins, the two horses leaping under him and they took off, out into the arena.
So it begins.
But then again, Ashton felt like cattle anyway.
Their chariot was black and sleek, with silver accents on the side. Without electricity like District 3 or gold precious items like District 1 or even the fire element District 12 had, they simply had to make do. The horses prancing were black and sleek, bigger than any farm nag in the District. He pat them slightly, listening to the silver bang against their sides, making them ring out against the arena. The only good part is they’d each gotten a small chariot to ride side by side next to one another, but they’d be steering themselves. Even not owning a horse, Ashton knew Rosa and him had been around enough to handle the arena. Speaking of…where is she—oh there she is. Rosa was fiddling with the cowboy hat on her head.
“Horns nearly suffocating you too? They are kinda cool though, like vines mixed with horns. We should gorge District 1, right?” They’d done almost no talking since the Reaping and part of Ashton felt bad for that. She was probably the last familiar face he’d see alive and maybe that warranted a nice comment here and there. But then that would involve feelings and suddenly Ashton realized what an awful idea that was. focus on the damn parade and get through this. One step at a time. Just one more scam. “All right. Black and silver ridiculous vests and boots, tight as fuck pants…the chariot that looks more like a black car than a District 10 ride…I’d say we’re all set. Let’s just make sure we drive next to each other in our Chariots or else they might have our heads.”
Their escort ushered the two into the chariots, Ashton taking up the reins in his hands, feeling the creatures dance under his control. He locked eyes with Rosa, moving his horns to twist even higher. He straightened his back out and tried to look bigger than he was. Someone who would drive the cattle, not become one.
“HA!” Ashton cracked the reins, the two horses leaping under him and they took off, out into the arena.
So it begins.