Once we got to the capitol, we were rushed to the remake center where our prep teams washed away years of District grime and filth. My prep team consists of Magenta, A silly,bubbly woman with velvet colored eyes. Kyle, A middle aged man who apparently loves to judge all my flaws like im an animal. "Vesper, my darling, do people in district 7 even bathe!" or "Do they have hairbrushes where you come from?" Kyle would say. And Skittie, a dramatic, high maintenance plump lady with no patience. They scrubbed me down with vile smelling soap, then while Skittie and Kyle waxed every hair from my body, Magenta swirled shampoo into my hair and dried it into complicated knot. My prep team left for a moment to get makeup instructions from Felix, my stylist, and left me sitting in a tub of blueish, thick, syrup stuff. Once they get back, they get to work painting my nails in swirly green patterns, highlight my face with dyes and powders, and put my hair up into a fan of hair, letting smooth ringlets fall to my face, softening my cheekbones. "Your all ready for Felix to see you!" says Magenta happily, fixing my hair with a few more pins. "We did the best we could, considering we cant use industrial polishing!" adds Kyle."We save that, to cover the victors flaws after the games, but you could use some too.". The man is comparing me to someone who survived the horrible, starving, messy horrors of the arena, not even a person, a slab of meat that crawls out of the arena barely breathing. Capitol simpletons. They lead me to a room that except for a black couch, wood table, and a marble tree statue, was bare, and im left alone for a few minutes. For the first time since we got here, I get to think. What happened to Arnold? Is he being tortured too, getting removed of so-called repulsive body hair. "Yeah, if he had any." I think. This though makes me laugh for some reason. As I laugh to myself, my stylist comes in. "Hello" I say shaking. "Hello, Vesper. I am your stylist, Felix Marshino." He says in a soft, tinkery voice. "I am here to turn you into a goddess so when your in that arena, the crowd remembers you, wants to help you and help you vie for the victors crown.". He shows me a white robe knotted at weird but interesting angles tied with flakes of wood. With a matching head dress made of plaster and shaped like a fan, with the same fan cuffs on the wrists. Of course, I cant be anything else, District 7, lumber, in this case paper. I look like fresh, pure, white paper fresh from the press. He pushes me into a curtained room where Felix's assistants dressed in black, help him pin the dress on me. First I step into the robe, they attach the wood. They slip the fan collars over my wrists and neck and help me into dusty white leather boots. Finally,Felix applies a net to my hair, which is perfectly knotted into a beautiful bow , and straps the headress of beautifully folded origami onto my head, but letting gold rings of hair fall to my face. Felix and his team apply last touches of paper folds onto my dress while im getting into the elevator. The elevator is a giant glass thing, floors numbered my the district number. I press LL for lower level and see that Arnold is already in the chariot, wearing a male version of my fan outfit. Its almost time to go when I see the district 12 tributes flaming costumes. I remember the girl, the one who took the place of the screaming child. She looks no beautiful and different. I awaken from my thoughts and to a screaming crowd, I smile and wave and catch the crowds kisses and flowers. But my glory ends when the crowd looks to the last chariot. No more flowers fall and no more kisses are blown my way. Not that im jealous, but her costume is better than all of them. The crowd roars. The flicker of the flames illuminates the boys hair, making it look shiny and solid. How ironic, I laugh just as our chariot loops around the circle and stops. Fire burns paper, fire burns coal, fire burns trees, fire burns me. By the time president snow finishes a short speech, I am hot and sweaty, eyeliner starts to roll down my cheek. I wipe it away, but since it is black and inky, it arches my eyebrow making it look longer than the other one. After the chariot rides, we return to the big glass elevator, Johanna elbows the 7 button on the elevators control panel and we get to our floor almost instantly. Then we are directed away to our rooms, away from the fancy crowds.