Hey Loveys-
I'm so sorry for not updating, its been really hectic lately! Anyways, happy Turkey day! I'm gonna try and post at least two chapters to day!
BEX POV
"Hello! You must be Rebecca, I'm Atlas and will be helping to get you all dolled up for the tribute parade!" this came from an irregularly tall man who just happened to have orange-tinted skin, green hair, and cat-like yellow eyes (those being the more normal traits). There was another... man? Who seemed to be a pink blob with a dash of sparkles and a woman who looked like a rainbow threw up on her while a 4 year old was gluing on flower decals. "Oh, and this is Beaufont and Eunia," the first man said with an annoying capitolite accent while gesturing over his shoulder.
I just cocked my hip and raised an eyebrow at his childish behavior. He flinched under my gaze and thats all t took for me to grab the collar of his 'exclusive glitter-tux in rouge' and hold him against the wall and hissed in his ear "Its Bex, call me 'Rebecca' again and I'll castrate you... and sell all your glitter..." I put him down and scoffed at the panic attack he was having...over his glitter. The other two looked at me afraid of my next move, "What?" I said in a biting voice, I just loved watching these capitolites squirm.
"Nothing, uh, Bex. Now if you'll just lay down on this table we'll begin the polishing process," I nodded and decided to be 'a good girl'. The metal was cold beneath my back, and I heard machines start to buzz as they began plucking, prodding, and hosing me down. It hurt a bit, but nothing I couldn't handle, I was a career after all. Yet I decided to let out a few vicious growls, damn they make messing with them way too fun. I chuckled evilly to myself.
They airbrushed, powder contoured, and altered the appearance of my features till they were satisfied before starting in on any real make-up. I don't know how long I can just sit here, they're getting on my nerves with their chatter. They kept going on and on about my stylist, 'THE Zenobia Flamsted' and how lucky I was. I just wanted to hit them upside the head with their curling irons. When they were finally one I looked up into a mirror, I had to admit, I looked pretty good. My caramel skin tone was brought out with the various gold and bronze tones that were swept on my eye lids, my silky, straight black hair was in an intricate up-do that consisted of braids and curls. Then the 'fabulous' Zenobia Flamsted strutted in took one look at me and smiled. "You will be perfect".
She then shooed the prep-team before unzipping the garment bag she held. Inside was a gold and ivory dress. In my head I was agreeing with the prep-team, she was amazing. I thought we'd be stuck in those tacky gladiator costumes they wore every year but this was incredibly beautiful. She took it out and slipped it over my head. it was strapless with gold material that laced around my arms and crossed over my chest to tie around my waist. The dress itself was mostly ivory and was shorter in the front than the back. In the back was a train that I guessed would fly behind our chariot. The train had gold fabric that was almost translucent lining the ivory. It almost seemed like a figment of the imagination, or 'mirage', as Zenobia put it. I couldn't wait for to see how it would look flying behind me.
Zenobia smiled at me and I couldn't help smiling back, I realized I'd given her zero trouble... oh well. She then crouched down and started bedazzling my feet with a gold color that blended in enough to appear natural and gems. It went up my legs, making me look like some precious jewel. She better not make me look like one of those district one airheads. I glanced in the mirror an just knew that they'd know exactly what district I was from. She weaved a crown of gold laurel leaves through my hair as she told me how a very ancient civilization used them to signify honor and victory. somehow I got past her odd capitolite looks and accent and decided I liked her. I'd always been 'pretty' but never 'breath-taking'. I had a feeling tonight I'd be breathtaking, and I couldn't help the girly side of me that delighted in the idea.
We were getting on our chariot, Cato in the middle and Clove and I on either side. We looked amazing, heavenly and wondrous, yet powerful and agile. In front of us the tributes from district one were fussing over their feathered head pieces and jewel covered bodies. I honestly wasn't sure whether they were wearing any clothing. Every inch of them was sparkling and perfectly outlined. The other districts costumes were impressive. The threes looked like the inner wiring of appliances; silver with bright lines, district four actually seemed to be flowing water with pearls sewn into their hair and the blue folds of their costumes waving, district five were in structured silver outfits, probably trying to imitate the shape of a power plant. From six they had costumes that had the sleek metallic look of the outer cast of a vehicle, seven were basically dressed as trees, sucks to suck I suppose, eight looked like the capitolites themselves, covered in random fabrics and colors, nine however was lovely. They were in gold that looked like the grain, yet they weren't eye-catching, ten had strayed from their usual cowboy costumes; the boy was shirtless, can't complain there, and both the girls wear in golden shirts tied right below the bust, from eleven there was the usual farmer idea, however the two gorgeous males and small girl made them look solo much better. The district twelve was again a big disappointment, reusing their fire idea... again for the 25th year.
Most of them were no match for our fabulous outfits I smirked to myself. Suddenly our chariot started moving and we all put on our tough, we're better then you smirks. The train of our costumes flew our behind us, giving an aura of splendor and golden sparks flying from us. The crowd was going wild and throwing things everywhere. I couldn't wait to be a victor... this would happen where ever I went. I'd be honored, worshipped even. Glorified by the capitol and my district.