A/N: I reread the book and realized that Peeta and Katniss ended up at the Capitol way before our dear Madigan. But, whatever. This isn't called a FanFic for nothing. And this all belongs to Suzanne Collins! I'm just a mere blip in the Hunger Games world!
Chapter Three- The Opening Ceremonies
Tonight's the opening ceremonies. I'm with my makeup team and they're doing everything they can to de-humanize me. As they're ripping the hair out of my legs, I remember something my mom told me. She told me that back way before she was born, people, mainly girls, would shave their legs so they wouldn't be hairy. I used to think it was odd, but now I realize that women here in the Capitol must shave too.
One of the girls who was working on me lowers her face so we're face to face. She has blonde hair that looks so unnatural. I think she was trying to look like the pretty Town people, but it went wrong. Also, it was not complementary to her tan. It's almost orange and it's so electrifying I want to look away, but I just can't!
"You guys always have grey eyes!" She remarks, even though it sounds more like a whine. I shrug, but don't say anything. "I guess they could be kind of pretty if we put gold shadow on…" She continues to say while touching my eyelids.
"Well her eyes are going to be so much easier than her hair!" A man (I think who is a man) exclaims while almost pulling my hair out of my scalp. "Split ends all the way to her roots!"
"And the black hair! Always black!" Blondie remarks. The other girl is small and mousy and I haven't heard her talk once. The man that commented on my hair then grabs a pair of tweezers and starts to pluck any random pieces of hairs he sees. I plucks, and I flinch.
He notices I'm in pain and then laughs, "Don't worry, dear, we're almost done. Then Jaxith will come to see you!" I'm guessing Jaxith is my stylist. I smile and nod and pretend I give a damn.
Speak of the devil, my door opens and a man walks in. I am almost taken aback by his appearance. If it wasn't for his stubble, I would have had a very hard him knowing he was a man. Jaxith was wearing bright, tight pants with an electrifying yellow shirt. He wore a bright neon blue blazer over his shirt and that's when I notice his hair. It's long and touches his shoulders and it's so curly. It's blonde, like the girl's (I'm pretty sure her name is Clemence), but then I notice that under the blonde, there's a brown color. I look at him for a couple of seconds, he realizes that I'm too distracted to say hello, so he does.
"Magadon!" He exclaims and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
"It's Madigan…" I correct him while reluctantly accepting his kiss.
"Of course it is!" He responds, but I'm pretty sure he could give a rat's ass what my name was. "I am so excited to be your stylist!" He exclaims and claps his hands which have a lovely color of purple on the nails.
"Clemence, Maralah, Knox, you did wonderful with her." He says and walks around me. "Did you do anything to her breasts?" He asks, and I'm shocked when he grabs them.
"No, we didn't," Knox, the boy, replied looking at them as well.
"They're gorgeous. We haven't had a pair like this for a while, huh?" he continues to touch my… well… and I feel even more uncomfortable. "Shame we couldn't see those on the television, huh? I would've planned something much different. Well… it's not that late, is it? I'm pretty sure we could put something together…" Then Jaxith walks out of the room.
"You are going to look amazing, Magadon!" Clemence cries. Apparently now that I got the blessing from Jaxith, I'm semi-decent now. I don't even bother to correct her on my name.
A couple of minutes later, Jaxith comes back; armed with a black pair of panties, a black bra, and a miners helmet. He squeals with joy, "You are going to be sexy!" Then, quick as a flash, he rips of my clothes only to be replaced with underwear.
I look at myself in the mirror and see that not only are the panties and bra black, they also have a metallic thing going on. "Her ta-tas look like pieces of coal!" Knox exclaims, making the connection between District 12 and my breasts. He obviously can't resist them, so he has to give one a little squeeze.
Jaxith smiles full of pride and says, "That's exactly what I was going for. Keep her hair black, it will look more sexy." Are his final words of advice before he leaves the room once again.
The team then proceeds to my makeup and my hair. Clemence works on my eyes while Maralah and Knox start to curl my hair.
When they are done, they finally let me look in the mirror. "Wait!" Maralah squeals for the first time. She sounds like a mouse too, "Before you look you have to put on your shoes!" Knox and Clemence nod in agreement. Then she hands me tall boots with at least 5 inch heels. They go all the way up to my knee and it takes all three of them to lace them. Then I finally look in the mirror.
Holy crap, who is this girl? I first focus on my head. My hair is huge and curly and stuffed on top of it is a miner's helmet. Now to my face: Over my eyes I see sparkly, glittery, metallically gold eye shadow. The eyeliner goes beyond my eye and makes an intricate loop by my temples. Clemence was right about the eye shadow, though. It does bring out my grey eyes and almost makes them look like a shiny silver instead of a dull grey. My lips are a bright red and I move down to my 'top.' Well… I wouldn't complain about them… But then again my brothers would be seeing this, and that's kind of creepy. My abdomen, as well as any other uncovered part of my body, is glistening because of this lotion that Maralah put on me.
My panties look like panties and then I see those darned boots. Whoa. These sure are a pair of boots, aren't they? I have to admit though, they elongate my legs. But I really don't like the laces. It's just a little too much. My nails are also painted a gold color with specks of glitter in them. I have to declare… I'm pretty darn sexy! Although I wouldn't mind a little more clothes…
Jaxith walks in while I'm looking at myself and he puts a hand on his heart and pretends to pass out. All three members of my team laugh at his humor.
"Absolutely… amazing. I did a wonderful job," he praises himself. Wait, what? He just had to pick out a pair of panties! I don't say anything, though, and then he continues, "Well, time's a'ticking! We have to get going, Ms. Sexy Thang!" Then he grabs me by the arm and practically drags me out of the room. I'm well over Jaxith's height now and I trip over these blasted heels about five times before we get to where we were supposed to meet everyone else.
Apparently time's not 'a'ticking' because Jaxith and I are the only ones here.
Then, soon enough, Jared and his stylist (who has what looks like to be lights in her hair…) walk out. Poor Jared, I think. His stylist, like mine got the idea that less is more and now he's only wearing a pair of black, metallic tightie whities. Along with a miner's hat, of course. We wouldn't want people to think we go run around like this in District 12. We only look like this when we're playing miners. The only bad thing is that Jared isn't fully grown, so instead of the 'sexy' look that I obviously have, he just looks like a scrawny boy wearing underpants.
"Fennella!" Jaxith exclaims, "You got a good one this year!" Motioning to Jared, then he walks up to him and touches his face. Jared recoils a little, but he eventually stops, "Look at his complexion!"
"Yes, he's all right…" then she walks up to me and, like everyone else today, feels the need to touch my breasts.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of groping, Mr. Abernathy and Quarter show up. I get instant reactions from both of them.
"Trying something new this year, are you?" Quarter asks and I get what she means. For the last couple of years, all of our tributes seemed to be wearing skin-tight coal miner outfits. But then again, it's amazing what a pair of perfect breasts can inspire in a person.
We all pile into the elevator and I am smushed between Mr. Abernathy and Jaxith. I don't like this elevator. Especially with all of these people. For some reason it reminds me of the mines at home, and I don't like the mines at all.
"Oh!" Jaxith exclaims and pulls something out from his pocket. It's that lotion that Maralah slavered me up with. "It looks like… someone missed a spot," he says and then proceeds to put more lotion right on my right breast. Haymitch looks down at me; he's the only person taller than me because of the boots, and chuckles. I can practically smell the alcohol on his breath. I never liked alcohol very much. I tried some of my dad's once. After my mom died he said it 'helped' him. I just thought it burned.
Quarter leads us to our chariot, and then points to where she and everyone else will be. I make eye contact with Jaxith and he gives me a weird looking smile, then I realize he's telling me to smile, so I do. Because who can't wait to die in the Hunger Games?
After what seems like forever, we finally start moving and we're on our 20 minute journey to the center of the Capitol. Of course when we're there, Districts 1, 2, and 4 get the most cheers. The tributes from District 4 are absolutely beautiful. The girl is wearing a light, flowy, shimmering light pink dress and her natural curly, bronze hair is put into a side pony tail. She strongly resembles a mermaid.
Finally it's Jared's and my turn. People still cheer and clap for us, I but I can tell that they're tired now and want this to end so they can watch the recaps coming up soon. I don't blame them, though. Who wants to look at a scrawny boy and a girl with giant breasts in their panties when they could look at the beautiful mermaid girl?
Finally after it's over, and Quarter leads us to the Training Center. We go all the way up to the twelfth floor. Jared and I quickly get changed, but then we have to watch the recaps. I keep on my funky make up, because I kind of like it. Clemence has a very good hand. The spirals are near perfection. I attempt to put my wild hair into a pony tail, but it ends up failing. I don't even bother to try to take it out. Then I put on a pair of black sweats and a white tank top and go out to where the television is.
Everyone is already out there while I make my way to a seat. "Shame, you missed the Anthem," Mr. Abernathy sarcastically says and I surprise myself by actually laughing a little.
The ceremony is just like every year, except now I'm watching it with Jaxith and he does not know how to shut up. He keeps on making comments on the other people's outfits. How a shorter length could've made her legs look longer, how he probably would have gotten sponsors if his shirt was off. Frankly, all of these other girls look far prettier than me, but I don't want to say anything. Then Jared and I show up and Jaxith, the skilled commenter, says how amazing we look. Once again, my lips are sealed.
The Anthem plays once again, and then we're told to get a good night's rest because it's going to be a busy day tomorrow!
A/N: Hahaha, I love the idea of Capitol people doubling over for a good rack(: Jaxith was created in God's image! Hahaa! If you're having a hard time imagining him, picture any 80's rocker and then have a rainbow throw up on said 80's rocker.
I personally picked Stephen Tyler :D, Madii