Lights, camera, action! (open)

[pup]

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[presto][/presto]

Cover your crystal eyes
And feel the tones that tremble down your spine
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colours bleed and blend with mine

"I let the noiselessness of the helicopter blades above my surround me. In this day and age, helicopters don't make a sound to assault you ears with. I am sweating slightly from my latest scene. We flew out to the hot district eleven to show me being chased by huge pit lizards or whatever their called in the heated enviroment. Just kidding, we were just in a studio towards the edge of the capitol, and taking helicopter rides are fun, and so I took one there and back. I mean, I have the money to do it so why not? I yawn, my mouth stretching to the top of the helicopter seemingly. I let sleep enfold me as my mouth closes back down and I let myself have dreams filled with guinealions and huge rabbits that lick my face, but soon they all turn into dreams of roaring rabbits and gunealions eating my arms. I jolt awake, and see a frightening face above me. I scream slightly before I realize it's just Gibby. He grins evily and goes back into the house that my helicopter landed in. My house. It is in the less city like portion of the capitol, and is instead just a huge mansion, my parents had apreantly came to the helicopter and put me in the chair I am in now. It is a large chair you would normally see on a poolside. I yawn again as I am slow to wake up, and then I hear a noise from the house. "Cynthia, stay outside for a bit." It's my mom. She acts like a psychic sometimes, she knew I had been planning on going inside. They want me a bit tanner for the next shooting, so I won't need the spray tan stuff. I don't like the fake spray anyways. I roll my eyes and start out of the chair. My legs ache from staying still to long.

I stretch my arms for a moment, but then start to move my legs. They carry my small legs across the ground slowly, as if I am a zombie trudging against the ground in all those old movies where there is a zombie apocolypse. The ground moves under me, small flowers seeming to dodge my legs in all colors and shapes. That is one of the beautiful things about the capitol. I walk out into the street as I am going for a walk around the neighborhood. It is the warm season and currently I am just wearing a multicolored tank top and small shorts. My sun-kissed hair is highlighted with two colors, red and blue, as I thought it would look nice. Red, white, and blue. Nothing in particular about it to me. My weary legs start to move with a bit more confidence as I realize that I should get my normal happy face back up. A smile melts onto my face as I think sarcastically, Ugh, time to be a girly girl again, what fun.

Wordcount: 501 and I use this instead of the one on the sidebar
Notes: it would nice if someone from Kire's pokemutt plot could join.