50 Shades of Hungrey - Chapter 2
“So what are the costumes this year? What angle are we working? Coal miners? Depressed hobos?” For a boy who was downright weeping on the train, Peeta is a little too into the Opening Ceremony for my comfort.
Cinna shakes his head. “So pedestrian. This year, we’re going for a look that’s countercultural yet recognizable.”
Peeta works this over. I’m too busy wondering what’s beneath Cinna’s slim black jeans. “So...happy hobos,” Peeta determines.
“Done five years ago. Not retro enough.” He gestures for us to follow him to a dark corner of the Remake Center. I happily oblige. “First of all, you’ll be riding bicycles.”
“No chariots?” I say.
“Budget cuts. Second, you’ll be, shall we say, without much need for costume.”
“Naked,” I mouth to Peeta, who flushes.
“The human form is a beautiful thing,” Cinna continues. “Especially when it’s on fire.”
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Sure, the crowd cheers for the Careers. They’re pretty much required to.
But they fucking lose their shit when Peeta and I ride in on a tandem bicycle, naked but for the flames that cover every inch of our bodies. Can’t blame the crowd for screeching, “Do me, District 12!”
I can’t actually see through the film of smoke and carbon monoxide in my eyes, but if I could, I’d bet that we look downright dangerous. Lethal. Ready to win.
Or insane. That, too.