Chapter 3
I didn't even bother to learn the names of my stylist team. After all they did not say much. Being told that this was their 1st time being a prep team, I am thinking they were not happy to be assigned to District 11. Rarely do we win the Hunger Games. So I went to a dressing room after we arrived at the Capitol, and after the long 2 hour tour of the city, I was somewhat glad to be done. That glad attitude lasted about the 5 minute ride to the prep room, after that it was back to being annoyed. I hated every second of it.
There were 3 on my prep team, and they made me take a shower, and cut my hair, along with many other things I didn't want to do. One of my dressers with green hair, I think her name was Ashley, was very kind, although she was shy so she did not say much. The other 2 were very rude and obnoxious; they commented that I was a mess and that despite my lack of style they would come up with something. I was not convinced.
After of what seemed like an eternity, the prep team was done. I must admit, I do feel much cleaner. They packed up their tools and materials and departed, Ashleigh said I look dazzling and skipped out of the room. I kind of like her I think to me self. She seems pleasant. 10 minutes passed of me sitting on a chair looking at my reflection in the mirror with my white bathrobe strapped around me. Finally a man entered.
'Hello tribute, I am Bryan." I am disgusted at how he called me tribute. That moment I just assumed he was stuck up and a rich snot. I could not have been more wrong. He was very light skinned, with dark black hair and green eyes. He had several tattoos on his body, which looked to be in shapes of circles, and surely had mascara on because his eyelashes were much too dark. "I have served as a stylist for the games 3 years now, and am proud to say they have all been for your district." He declared with a grin. "And am excited to be doing it a 4th time." He walked over to the mirror and set down his bag and turned to me, looking at me straight with his glowing green eyes. "You don't seem to like me very much do you, what is your name?"
"Chris." I replied, thinking he surely knows my name already, just wanting to hear me speak. "Very well Chris, I bet you will be excited to find out about your opening ceremonies costume." Ugh, I forgot. Opening ceremonies. I had been so distracted today that the thought slipped by memory, it is where the each district represents themselves by wearing clothes that match whatever occupation the district does. Ours is agriculture, so it will probably some ridiculous corn costume like I have seen in the past hunger games.
"You will be dressed as a corn." I moan and give him the meanest look I could have come up with. "I'm sorry I didn't like it either, but Victoria's stylist loved it and wouldn't let me refuse. No need to try it on, the material is flexible so it will fit anybody. You will see it tonight, and I must say you might be surprised of what you see." He said. "I added something special." The way he looked at me when he said that just made me very curious, almost a little clever smile I think. With that being said he grabbed his jacket and bag and departed from the room.
