Chapter 4:

P.O.V.

Jumping out of the train was a relief, I was greeted by happy paparazzi and fans, I stayed there and signed autographs and took pictures whilst Katniss walked into the building to meet her stylists. The crowd started to chant my name as I took more pictures and winked at the girls making them shriek. Finally, Haymitch pulled me into the building and pushed me into a room were three strange looking people smiled at me and edged closer. I did not resist as I remembered the promise I had made to him to be kind to them. I let them pull me onto the table and they stripped me completely naked, I wasn't embarrassed though, these didn't even seem like people so there seemed like nothing to be ashamed off. They smiled at my confidence and nodded in approval to one another which just gave me more confidence. They then laid me on the table again and put a hot waxy substance over all the hair on my body. They then ripped strip by strip off, the searing pain was nothing though compared to what my mother put me through regularly. They even did my private region! That hurt the most though. I still let them carry on with their task, they than bathed me is six different tubs with six different gooey substances in. They died my hair a lighter blonde to bring out my eyes.

After they said they were finished i looked in the mirror and couldn't believe how handsome I looked! They completely transformed the burnt baker from twelve, they even seemed to enhance my muscles by putting shadows underneath them. I said "thank you so much", they all then looked at me with appreciation and they swiftly turned on one heel and they were all gone. The next woman to walk in was my stylist, Effie had told me that she didn't take to the Capitol look as much as the others but that she was still a fantastic stylist and choose me because she had something special. The stylist gasped and said " peeta! You look magnificent, I knew I picked the right prep team for you! "This made me thrum with gratefulness no one had done something as great as that for me. The stylist told me her name was Portia, I just nodded and stared at the garment bag she was holding and she laughed. "What's in the bag" I said on baited breath as she began unzipping it. "Close your eyes" Portia calmly replied. I could feel her putting my shirt over my head and then lift my leg up one by one into the trousers. I felt great wearing these so imagine what I'll look like. She then said" open up! " I did as she said and looked in the mirror. My tight black suit hugged me in all the right places. Flames flicked off my shoulders and sleeves and down the arch of my back to make me look like a burning coal. I looked magnificent. I pulled her into a tight hug. "This is awesome" I said with gratitude, " I know the best I've ever done, now lets get you to the parade!" she quickly replied as she tugged at me to move towards the door.

C.O.V.

As the train came to a screeching stop, I pulled on the mask of a brute whom would show no emotion, yet all I could see was his piercing blue eyes. I turned around to be greeted with a nod from both Brutus and Clove, we then all stepped out together. I made sure I looked menacing, what with most people exiting my path quickly, I glared at the people who didn't who soon caught on and turned quickly. The crowd roared at my entrance and chanted "district 2, Cato D'anto". This drew a smug smirk on my face which they all soaked up before I stepped into the prepping building.

Almost immediately, I was yanked into submission by my outrageously coloured prep team who stuck out like a sore thumb. They stripped me in 10 seconds flat without no hesitation, I felt no embarrassment towards them either as I had caged my emotions up to look like a brute. They removed all the hair off my body which seemed to take an eternity. They bathed me in really salty and slimy water which got rid of the callouses which were a sign of hard work. My skin after the baths looked brand new. They then tinted the tips of my hair a brighter blonde to make it stand out more. If I had to say so myself, I was looking rather good. I nod in satisfaction towards the prep team as I admire my new form in the mirror.

They all scurried of out of the door when in walked my stylist, "hello my names Precilla, and don't you look dashing!" she said and I could see her eyes light. She then unzipped the bag and handed me a golden tunic with golden armour to go on top and around. The armour and tunic fit perfectly, I looked like a Greek god. I again nod towards her in satisfaction. She then grabbed me by the wrist and walked me out of the room.