Novel & Cerita Rue Outfit Hunger Games

She glared at him. Raisel walked into the large room, dressed in a violet dress with puffy sleeves at the wrist. It had a drawstring at the back. It was a simple but beautiful dress. Her hair was braided into two, a ribbon at each end of the long braid. She looked every bit like the simple village girl. She was focused entirely on the dress, she didn’t know when she bumped into Dragomir. “Oww!” “Why can’t you look wh…”, he stared at her a little too longer than was proper, “You look…”

"I'm watching the Revenants, every single one of them. Especially after what I saw yesterday." She sighed, adjusting the strap of her bag. "Just be careful, okay? Don't go looking for trouble on purpose." I waved her off. "Yeah, yeah. I know." "I'm serious, Raine." "So am I." The car slowed to a stop outside the venue and I took a second to really look at my sister. She was wearing leathers like me, but instead of trousers, she had on a beautiful tight leather miniskirt that showed off her pretty legs. Her green shirt fit her perfectly, plus the dark green Iron Serpents patch on her shoulder. Her red hair was layered and styled, falling in soft waves around her face, and her makeup was flawl

Icran slammed the door behind him and locked it. Rhae stared at the garments in her arms, distant from what her usual attire entails but similar to an assassin’s attire. She pulled off her previous clothes, now tattered from a long day. Rhae realised that she might have been here for days, unknowingly. She pulled off her previous undergarment and the pants she had on as well. She stood there as the cold breeze pounded her skin, standing only in her underwear, uncertain of whether to trust the clothes she was brought.

I stroke her hair, moving a few strands behind her ears, “I know so, Rue.” I stood at the window, watching as the dresser placed the last piece of lace around her neck, dressing Rue up in a peach coloured lacy gown. Rue stood gazing at herself in the mirror, contented with what she saw and so did I. The dresser made her brown hair in a wavy long ponytail that highlighted her neck and made it perfect for the lace tie around it. Her body was perfect for the dress and the white gloves complimented the colours the more. She looked glamourous and I know she’d blow her to-be families away. “What do you think?” she called to me, turning to face me so I had a full view.

I rubbed my eyes as they scurried around me, chattering bullshit about how fortunate I was. "Enough, just give me what he wants me to wear and be gone," I mumbled angrily and a dress was thrown in my direction. I grabbed it from the air and went to the bathroom. If you have a plain Rogue, I'm counting on you to use it, I thought as I slipped on the low cut dress. It was cut up the thigh and dipped to my navel. My breasts were barely covered. How in the hell can I fight respectfully in this garment, I growled to myself. I ran my fingers through my hair and frowned as a knock sounded on the door.

I was just the extra part no one knew where to put. "Ready?" Rue’s voice came from the door. I turned and felt my jaw drop. She looked like she’d stepped out of a book. Her lilac dress had tiny straps that crossed over her bare back. The skirt fell in waves of flowers. She wasn't just wearing makeup—she was glowing from the inside out. Her hair was half-pinned to the side, falling nearly to her waist. Rue looked at me, her eyes wide. "Kaia... you’re breathtaking."

“Speaking of, there’s a party tonight, and we have to attend. We’ve been cooped up in here for days, Gia.” “I don’t know…” “Well, I’m not asking. We need a fun night!” ********* A few hours later, I was staring at my reflection in the mirror, not sure I even recognized the girl looking back. White tube top. Black baggy jeans. Sneakers. My hair tied in a low bun. A black shoulder bag slung across my chest. Simple. Clean. Forgettable. “You look hot!” Rue said, stepping out of the bathroom like she owned the world. Her short leather skirt gleamed under the light, matching her tiny bralette. Knee-length boots completed the look. Rue was fire, chaos, and confidence. I loved that about her.

He took a deep breath. Just then the door swung open and Darius looked up to meet Rachel’s curious gaze. She was dressed impeccably for the meeting, wearing the traditional clothes favored by the tribe’s nobility. Her hair was neatly pinned up on top of her head, adorned with delicate, gold pins that glinted with reflected light, making her appear taller than she actually was. Darius fought the urge to reach out and touch them, lest he ruin whatever chance he may have at convincing her to become his mate.

Instead we began to tackle the zips with a vengeance and slowly, bit by bit, they gave in to our superior might. “Ha! Take that sucker!” Violet shouted. “Now for Cal’s and my outfits.” Suddenly I was extremely grateful for my toga, slipping it on with ease and putting on the golden manacles and torc which were part of the outfit. Even Violet’s hooped and corseted velvet dress and killer white wig, which stood five inches high and streamed down her back like a river, were easier to put on than the hamburger. Kayla refused to wear any makeup with her outfit, saying that she wanted to display the ugly truth of fast food – although there was nothing ugly about her so it sort of defeated the poin

All my possessions abandoned for now in the library I jog over to the far end of the compound where the bright, crackling bonfire towers high, sending billowing black smoke into the clear sky. It wasn’t hard to spot Roxie, as usual she was in neon, a lemon and lime coloured mini dress paired with a black leather jacket. It looked ferociously expensive, but then I guess she can afford it. /Don’t be bitter/ Raya scolded as I sighed, hoping the breeze would whisk away any remaining scent of arousal on my skin.