AN: I don't own Hunger Games, but, I own Rue's stylist
I looked in the mirror at my now slightly red body. They had driven us to a building in the Capitol somewhere, and I had just been scrubbed raw, and now they were lathering my body with some sort of lotion that burned at first, then felt really nice. Then one whispered something to the others and they scurried out.
Then a very, let's say, decorated man walked in. He circled me like a hawk, eyeing every part of me, and then he stalked out of the room.
He returned a few minutes later with a garment bag, and gave it to me. He said in a gruff voice, "Put it on, then go in there," as he pointed through a door way.
I looked at the bag, and unzipped it. 'Ugghh' I thought, 'Trees, again'. I slid on the bulky out fit and walked through the door that the man pointed to, and mentally groaned. The counter was COVERED with make-up. I was in for it.
I stumbled out of the room half an hour later, barely recognizable under all of the layers of make-up, making my face look like it was part of the tree. It looked like the other tribute from my district, Thresh, was dressed the same. I looked around at the other districts, which were all keeping to their chariots, and saw the district twelve tributes. They kept my attention the longest, because their costumes baffled me. They wore simple black unitards, with red, yellow and orange capes and headpieces. Either the designers were really stupid or, they didn't care.
Then, when there designers came out, I understood. They were brilliant. They lit the capes and headpieces on fire. But it was obviously a Capitol substitute, because the boy and girl didn't hop around ripping the capes and headpieces off. I wish he were my designer, then I would look cooler, have a more exciting costume, and get more sponsors.
I decided I wanted them as allies.
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