I can already feel myself slipping from an overall pretty okay schedule. Before long I'll end up leaving everybody on the 10 chapter and I won't update for another 5 months. I'm not saying it WILL happen, I'm just saying that due to my previous stories, it might happen. I'll try my hardest though. R & R please!
Disclaimer: I don't own. . . You know what? No, I'm done. I'm sure, no I KNOW everybody knows I don't own FullMetal Alchemist or Hunger Games.
Effie had been right about a busy schedule. We were swept into the crowd as soon as we took one step off of the train. The noises of the excited crowds were enough to hurt my ears, so when I felt Roy's hand gently leading me to a group of people in a less dense part of the street, I was relieved. Although, it turned out the group of people were our prep team. We all marched together to the building that they were going to be making us over. Before I knew it, I was whisked away from Roy to be made up for the opening ceremonies. Within a couple of minutes my clothes had been removed and they were already examining my body.
"What happened here, dear?" Asked the plump one of the trio. Octavia I think her name was. She was pointing to my leg.
"It was an accident. I don't like to talk about it." I said bluntly and they went back to examining me. After that I was scrubbed down in some foul smelling liquid and removed of any excess hair other than my eyebrows and hair.
"You were already pretty, but now you're radiant!" Giggled an aqua colored hair female who's name I remembered to be Venia. The other one with the corkscrew orange hair and purple lipstick, Flavius, nodded in acknowledgement.
"We will let you be for a couple minutes until your main stylist comes in, dear." Flavius said and they all left. I let out a sigh of relief and slipped on the silk robe that had been taken on and off more times than I could count. I went to look at myself in the mirror. They were right, I did look striking. I stood there for a few moments before a door opened up behind me and a tall, dark skinned woman strode in with someone slightly smaller trailing behind her. Although he just went to go sit in a chair in the corner.
"Look at you. The trio has done a great job on you." She said in an accent that wasn't the funny capitol accent. It was something more foreign, exotic. I blushed at her compliment and looked down. "I am Tahnea. The person sitting over in the corner is my son, Cinna. He plans to become a stylist as well. He is just taking notes."
I looked over to see Cinna waving at me. I noticed the small notepad and pen in his hands. I turned back over to Tahnea. She had prominent cheekbones on her face and dark eyes to match. Her hair was in a million different braids down her back, with some of it looping together to make intricate knots. She wore a black mini shirt and shorts that reveled gold tattoos going up her stomach and probably on her back too. She, along with Cinna, had gold eye liner.
"Nice to meet you Tahnea." I finally said after a few minutes of hearing nothing but the scribbling of a pen on paper. "What do you have in mind."
"I don't want to overuse the whole coal miner. I want to make something more. . .fiery. Something that bring out those beautiful blue eyes of yours and make them something fierce. And I think I have the perfect outfit for you." She explained. She had been right about the overuse of the coal miners. They had been used so many times before, like the actual coal miners outfit or the one year where the tributes were naked with nothing but a helmet and a covering of dust to cover them up.
"Great." I said, smiling. I was beginning to like her more and more. I followed her when she gestured to the other room and was amazed to find a spectacular view of the capitol. Tahnea pressed a button and what I thought was our lunch came out. It was a feast that I had for the first time on the train, but it was much bigger and fancier then even the train. We ate in silence. As I took deliberately slow bites, thoughts of what Ed and Roy were doing. Roy was probably eating lunch as well, but what about Ed? Was he helping my mother take care of herself? Keeping her healthy? Thoughts of Ed nagged at the edge of my mind throughout the rest of lunch.
After we finished eating, I was quickly taken to take another 20 minute bath of sweet smelling liquid which I guessed was probably oil of some sorts. I allowed myself to be dried off by my perky prep team. My hair was done in a simple bun; the same kind of bun my mother had done for the reapings. I was put into a simple black leotard (with one leg to cover up my automail) and black slippers. They applied thick, black eyeliner and red lipstick to my face. When they turned me around, I didn't know who I was staring at. That's when Tahnea came up behind me and slipped something onto my back. It was thin and lightweight; a red cloak made up of a see through material.
"It's wonderful. Thank you." I whispered. I didn't even care if we captured everybody's attention, it was beautiful enough to me. I quickly slipped the hood up over my hair and we all went downstairs to meet up with Roy and his prep team and stylist. He had the same pants I had except both legs were short and he wore a sleeveless tank. Instead of the cloak that I wore, he had a cape pinned to the back of his shirt.
"Are we ready?" Roy muttered. I gulped and took a deep breath. Tahnea led us up onto the chariot and squeezed each of our hands before the large doors opened and the first pair of tributes left to the awaiting crowds. I was unaware of anything until Roy took my hand as soon as we got outside. Bright lights trained on us as we brought up the rear as we entered the circle of other tributes. President Bradly gave his usual welcome before we all rode towards more open doors. When we got into what I supposed was the training center, the doors shut behind us, blocking out the noises of the crowds, and trapping us into the dark.
"Welcome to our prison." I whispered, just loud enough for Roy to hear. From the squeeze of his hand, I knew he was thinking the same thing.
Yea, I'm sorry that this was just filled with pointless stuff. I just wanted to talk about the opening ceremonies. Bad, I know, but just filler for later stuff. I did replace President Snow with President Bradly, but think of it this way, this is like the 67th annual Hunger Games, so they still have time to replace Bradly. It's not as if President Snow ruled over Panem for the entire 74/75 years. So, whatever. I hope you like this filler chapter and don't forget to review!