I feel a singeing sensation where a woman on my prep team, Jonalila, whose skin, hair, and eye are all a shade of navy blue, has ripped a wax strip from my face. I dig my nails into my palms to keep from resisting, like Haymitch said. I am really wondering why they are doing it. I mean, I hate to admit it but I can't grow facial hair in the first place. So why are they ripping off something that doesn't exist.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear the third screaming next door. It's Katniss getting 'prepped'. The shriek makes my muscles tense and I'm frozen until it stops. The other woman, Lilac, shouts, "I'm so excited we have a naturally presentable tribute this year, most of the boys are so grimy!" Wait, naturally presentable. I've felt burned, pinched, and slightly scratched in the past hour. I'm still getting over the vile liquid they poured on me that made me feel like I was being eaten alive.

"It's a good thing you're not the girl. Ugh, so much work in store for Octavia and Flavius." She continues with her lime green sequined lips shining with every word. I can't even begin to think of the horrible things Katniss is going through right now. I want more than anything to go and burst into Katniss's room and stop "Why is she a lot of work?" I ask defensively, although I immediately regret opening my mouth.

"Well, just look at her nails first. I almost fainted at the sight of all the filth inside of them. Eww!"

"And her hair was in so many knots I couldn't even count them with my fingers and toes." The man, Olovio, laughs. I laugh too, but not because of the joke (because those made me hate all three of them even more) but because his manly version of the Capitol accent did not match the light pink hair and purple skin he had.

"I think he's ready." Jonalila say calmly. With that they walk out of the room to get my stylist Portia. I brace my self for someone with extensive surgery, clear colored eyes, or an array of different skin colors, but am stunned to find she is actually… normal. Her hair is naturally brown, and her skin isn't dyed any color at all. The only thing that truly stands out about her is the plain white clothing and eye shadow that goes up to her eyebrows, and her eyes that are the most exact color of violet I've ever seen.

"Hello Peeta. I'm your stylist Portia. Put your rope on and we'll have a chat." She whispers. I follow her and she continues, although her eyes mesmerize me and I don't pay attention. I never knew eyes could be that color, but they still don't hold a candle to Katniss's smoky silver ones. Ever since I first saw them when I was five, I couldn't tear my eyes away from hers. I tune back in when I hear her name, "Katniss's stylist is my partner Cinna. She should be done about an hour after you. Before you say anything, she's a girl so preparation is much more intense and extensive. I just hope Cinna told Venia not to do anything drastic. My, how she loves to play with color." I can see it now, Katniss with some green shade. I push it in the back of my mind and ask. "What am I wearing?" I say it cautiously because last year the tributes were naked and covered in black dust, and that's not something I want anyone, let alone the whole world seeing me in.

"Well we, Cinna and I, feel the minor outfits are over done."

Its coal dust, I know it.

"I suggested it be the purpose coal that is our main focus."

Huh?

"I hope being a bakers son made you fearless of fire."

My jaw extended a little and she teased, "This will truly be an interesting experiment." She reaches for the lighter and flickers it on and off to explain what's going to happen. I have to admit, it's not coal dust but I'm wishing it was.

Oh well. Welcome to the Capitol.

Sooo... is it really bad? I dunno it seems bad to me but I might just be critical. I'm lookin' for a beta reader if any of you are interested in doing it for my next story after this, Making Knots (the full story of Finnick and Annie) Please R&R. Constructive criticizim is welcome