Disclaimer: Most of the dialogue belongs to Suzanne Collins/ The Hunger Games. I don't own the Hunger Games and probably never will.
Cinna straightened the collar on his black dress shirt and frowned at his reflection in the mirror. He spent a few minutes searching around the room that was assigned for him to work in, until he finally found what he was looking for. Cinna applied a bit of gold eyeliner and smiled in satisfation. They say it brought out his green eyes.
Today he was going to meet his tribute. Katniss Everdeen. He wasn't nervous at all, but excited.
"Cin-na!" Flavius called out in a sing song tone. "Katniss is ready for you,"
Cinna smoothed back his hair and exited the room. He walked down the hall, passing by the prep team consisting of Flavius, Octavia, and Venia.
"Thank you, Flavius," Cinna said and he opened the doors.
"Hello, Katniss. I'm Cinna, your stylist," he said quite calmly to the girl standing before him.
"Hello," the girl said, as though she had been expecting something else.
"Just give me a moment, all right?" Cinna circled Katniss, inspecting her. The one thing that stood out to him, was her braid. "Who did your hair?"
Katniss hesitates before speaking.
"My mother,"
Cinna nodded in admiration.
"It's beautiful. Classic really. And in almost perfect balance with your profile. She has very clever fingers," he commented.
Katniss looks him over. "You're new, aren't you? I dont think I've seen you before," she says.
Cinna smiled and nodded again.
"Yes this is my first year in the Games," And Katniss was his first tribute, both giving him every reason to be nervous. But he was not.
"So they gave you District Twelve," Katniss said thoughtfully.
Cinna shook his head. "I asked for District Twelve," He wanted to put his styling gift to a good use, not on a bunch of tributes that dress like models on a daily basis. "Why don't you put on your robe and we'll have a chat,"
Cinna turned around and walked out a door and into the sitting room. The bright afternoon sunlight had been replaced by a dull cloudy sky. He beckoned Katniss to sit on a red couch and seats himself across from her. With a press of a button, their fabulous lunch appears from the table it self.
Cinna observed the girl's reaction to find none. Instead she was deep in thought, concentrating on the food.
"How despicable we must seem to you," said Cinna as his eyes met hers. "No matter. So Katniss, about your costume for the opening ceromonies. My partner, Portia-," Lovely Portia. "-is the stylist for your fellow tribute, Peeta. And our current thought is to dress you in complementary costumes," Cinna paused and when there was no reaction, continued. "As you know, it's customary to reflect the flavor of the district."
Katniss took some time digesting the information.
"So I'll be in a coal miner outfit?" she asked despairingly.
"Not exactly. You see, Portia and I think that coal miner thing's very outdone. No one will remember you in that." he explained. "And we both see it as our job to make the District Twelve tributes unforgettable," He had already talked to Portia about it. And together they had created the perfect outfits.
"So rather than focus on the coal mining itself, we're going to focus on the coal. And what do we do with coal? We burn it." Cinna grinned. "You're not afraid of fire, are you, Katniss?"
"It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman." -Katniss Everdeen
This story will be about Cinna's POV and his scenes. Hope you'll like it :)