"You're going to look so cute!" I had been hearing remarks like that an infinite amount of times, and I was sick of it. I was also sick of my stylists ripping out every hair on my body except for the hair on my head. In fact, I was sick of everything that had to do with these Capitol people.
They applied lotion on my red skin when they finished waxing that part, so I wouldn't be red for the chariot rides. Finally, I heard what I wanted to hear more than anything right then. Well, other than that I wouldn't have to participate in the Games.
"Okay, Primrose. This is the last one." Octivia, one of my stylists, waxed my right leg. I held back a scream. The lotion, however, was quickly applied, and made my skin feel better as soon as it made contact.
My main stylist, Cinna, came in. He, unlike the other stylists, was gentle, and I took to him right away. "Hello. I'm Cinna. What's your name?" he asked as he walked in.
"Primrose," I replied. I think I saw in his face an idea spark. Then he showed me this really cool trick, where fire appeared on cloth when he pressed a button. However, it didn't burn anything.
He had me close my eyes. He pulled a dress over me and worked on my hair and added other details for a long time, but I felt comfortable with him. Finally, he let me take a look. I gasped when I saw myself.
I was in a thick, long sleeved black dress that was made of a leathery substance, giving me a rather evil look. Red roses were woven together to make a crown, thorns trimmed only where they would touch me, but remained where they wouldn't. Actually, it was part of a rope of roses wrapped around me from the bottom of my dress and ended in the rind on my head. I had a dark red eye shadow, and mascara made my eyelashes look longer, thicker, and blacker than before. Cinna wrapped my hand around a dagger with a black blade and red hilt
Cinna grinned. "I hope you're not afraid of fire. This is nothing compared to what you'll look like later."
Unfortunately, I was not able to question him because it was time for the chariot rides. I met up with Peeta, and found that he had a very similar costume. He had a suit, made of the same material as my dress. A red rose was pinned in front of his heart. Around his waist was a scabbard made out of a rope of roses like what encircled me, except the part that actually held the sword was a black fabric, the same kind that we were wearing. He pulled out the sword and inspected it: a black blade and red hilt like mine. He looked sinister and stunning at the same time.
We walked to our chariot, and prepared to meet the other tributes.