The Capitol
As we enter the capitol, the streets are filled with people to welcome us. They don't even know us but they scream our names as we look out the windows. This must be what it feels like to be famous.
"Hey it's the psycho from Five!" I hear some guy yell.
The reaping has aired a few times on TV by now and I have already earned myself a nickname.
"Play that up!" says Astrix. "If the other tributes think you're crazy they might just stay clear of you until the end."
Or team up to kill me first, I think.
When I meet my styling team they seem quite impressed. I've always been somewhat confident in my looks but you never know what is considered beautiful in the Capitol. They all agree however that my facial hair has to go. I have slight peach fuzz under my chin and above my lips. I guess they want to portray me as an "All Panem Guy". I have been waiting years to grow a beard. Curse the capitol. I'm stripped down naked when my stylist finally comes in. What I thought was an ugly woman turns out to be a man. It seems he had his body altered to that of a woman. He has long blonde hair that looks like a peacock on his head, as well as excessive amounts of make-up. He puts his hand on my leg and winks at me. I slap his hand away immediately. Just great, they set me up with some perv stylist. I'm convinced President Snow has it out for me specifically.
"Aw come on, don't be like that. We're all friends here," he says.
"Whatever just get on with it," I say. I cringe as he looks me up and down.
"Well you can call me Prada," he says." I'll do my best to make sure you look fabulous in the tribute parade."
I slowly learn to tolerate Prada, even after she scolds me for calling her a man and informs me that she would rather be addressed as a woman. I play along because everyone will be watching the tribute parade tonight, and I don't want to look like a complete idiot. She explains that the costume is supposed to be some god of lightning or whatever. I think I remember learning about something in one of my school textbooks but I'm known for not paying attention in class. In fact I'm not even paying attention to Prada but I entrust my costume to her. When I see the costume, I'm almost positive the Capitol will be laughing at me during the chariot ride. Once I try it on though, I'm impressed how well it fits my body. The blue stretchy pants hug my legs but not in a way that is uncomfortable, more like snug. I have black knee-high boots that must be made from some type of hard leather. No shirt but I wear something that looks like a cross between a belt and a vest across my chest. On my back is a red cape, on my head a mix between a mask and helmet that has wings protruding from both sides. It goes around my head but doesn't cover the top allowing my spiked hair to show out the top. I must admit I love my costume.
