Mistress Dizzy

The Hunger Games: Price of Victory

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"No." I push him out of the bathroom, none too gently. Then I strip down to nothing and step into the shower. As soon as I turn it on, the water is the perfect temperature. Of course it is; why should a Capitolite have to deal with something so trivial as hot water? It makes my head hurt. After playing with the spray settings a bit, I step under the water and scrub myself. The hot water is bliss. I scrub and scrub until I'm clean, maybe cleaner than I've been in my entire life.

Then I sit down on the floor of the shower and begin to cry.

I don't deserve this.

I don't deserve to be here. Why didn't I just die with all the others?

What even matters anymore? I lived, but what's the point of that?

I weep for what feels like forever.

After I'm done, I step out of the shower, drying myself off with a cushy towel, and I dress in the fluffiest, most cozy bathrobe I have ever encountered.

"Sam?" I poke my head out of the bathroom. Maybe he's gone and I can steal one of the beds.

The Hunger Games: Price of Victory

Jetta went richly red at the thought of children. "Nah, I'm not having any." She shot back. "Way too much trouble, and then they get Reaped." Now she'd made herself sad.

"You mentioned a shower?"

Star Wars: A Legend Reborn (Nobodyman123 and Mistress Dizzy)

Kijani curtsied politely, in her dusty and no-longer white dress. “Obi Wan Kenobi. Adam. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” She did not know what a Padawan was, but was too polite to ask in the moment.

“And thank you, Adam, because you have undoubtedly saved my life. I wish I had something I could reward you with.” She smiled, one of those thousand watt smiles that graced holomagazines all over. “But alas, I’m a far way from medals. You see-”

She launched into the tale then. The Empire building a planet killer. Rogue One and their spies pulling off daring and dangerous maneuvering to bring them much needed information. Darth Vader breathing down their collective necks – and then her eventual escape and crash landing. To her credit, she did not cry. Possibly because she was still dehydrated, but she told herself it was due to composure.

She sipped at her tea while she told the tale, finally setting the cup down near the end. “I hate to ask such a favor when you have already been so kind. But I will take you up on the offer of clothing, and perhaps a ride to the nearest ship outpost? I need to get back to Base One, whatever it takes.”

The Hunger Games: Price of Victory

"Thanks." I stepped in and my jaw fell open. The room was huge and just as luxurious as I'd imagined it would be. Plush carpet, beautiful trinkets, gigantic beds...

"Your family gets this whole thing? That's so crazy."

Hopefully Sanctuary

"I have to say, Roxy. I really admire your work." The metal horse was definitely a piece of art that she could tell Roxy had worked hard on. "I can tell you put a lot of love into it." She gently patted the horse's metal side.

Then she sat down near the garage. To say she was nervous would be to state the obvious. But she had her head phones, she had meditated, she had done all the things to make herself prepared for people. The only thing to get her through it was to do it, and see the other side. Who knew human interaction could be so hard?

"God I'm such a wimp. I can't believe I'm actually afraid." She buried her face in her hands, groaning slightly.

Hopefully Sanctuary

Merry Christmas!

The Hunger Games: Price of Victory

"Okay, but you can't touch me unless I ask." I don't know what I was doing. His words felt good, and I just wanted to forget everything. I just wanted to exist.

The elevator dinged at the top floor, and we had to get up. I let him lead the way, having no idea where I was going now.

The Hunger Games: Price of Victory

I kept crying, turning my wet face against his neck. When he kissed my cheek, I startled.

I whispered back, our faces close. "You want to spend the rest of your life with a murderer? Are you crazy?" The floors whooshed by outside. "You don't know me. This isn't really me. This is the prep team and the stylist and make up and a fancy dress that I will never wear again." But wouldn't it be beautiful if he knew what he was getting into and actually loved me?

The Hunger Games: Price of Victory

I'm shocked when I am scooped up in Sam's arms. He's warm and smells like nice cologne. The tears come, then, mascara be damned. I cry into his shoulder, probably getting makeup on his nice suit.

"What if I don't deserve it? What makes me any better?!"

Star Wars: A Legend Reborn (Nobodyman123 and Mistress Dizzy)

Kijani rose out of the bed slowly, feeling her head pounding with the effort. She stepped out of the bedroom, only to nearly be run down by a very excited R2. "R2, you're okay!" She leaned down and hugged her droid. "Thank goodness."

She picked her head up at the sound of someone offering her tea and calling her majesty. "Oh, I guess you're not Loyalists, then." A grateful smile lit her face. "Yes, I am Kijani Organa, but please keep that under wraps. The Empire has ears everywhere. And I could use more water, if you have it." Her skin still felt hot and she was definitely still a bit dizzy. Imagine her fortune, though, landing in some backwater desert planet and finding a safe place to stay? Though, she wasn't going to stay long. Her mission took precedent.

"Who do I have to thank for my timely rescue?" She looked between the two men and smiled warmly.