Chapter 3 Don
Don laid on the cool metal table, the bristles scrub her back leaving it pink and raw. Her prep-team, Conrad, Damian, and Elize, worked hard, cleaning her body that has bean miss treated for so long. The long scars that run up and down her back up to her face, made the prep-teams work harder. Would the scars be covered, or shine through allowing her recognition? Her team chatter on, talking about, new items, like eye colors, and color changing clothes. Elize had bright pink, and metallic gold skin, with pink tattoos of flowers. Conrad was dressed in a extremely loud orange shirt, matching afro of orange curls. Damian looked more normal then the others, but still odd. He had a head band with makeup tool strapped to he short spiky hair, deep red puffy lips, and long eyelashes with feathers coming of the corners. They were over all the most unusual people Don had ever meet.
After hours of hard work, for Don not to scream in pain, as her body is rid of its hair, and the prep-team for putting up with poor hygiene, finally her stylist arrived. She is tall and thin, graceful some might say.
"Hello, my name is Jude," she says in a voice as smooth as silk. "Would you like to see want you are wearing tonight?"
Don nodded, Jude snapped her fingers, and a set of girls, each wearing identical red uniforms, walked in caring a large bag, setting it on a near by coat hock. Jude unzipped the bag revealing a silky black dress. It shimmered, and played with the light, sometimes looking red hot, others cold and black. Don slipped in to the dress, and Jude helped her in to the shoes, large black boots, like the miner wear at home but in black. Finally she paced the black diamond head peace of her head. Last minute adjustments were made to her makeup before she headed down stairs, to wait by the chariots.
"What do you think?" A voice came from behind her. Don jumped, almost falling on her boots, that she had realized they were heals on the way down from the training center.
"Oh, hey Cole," Don said feeling embarrassed,about almost falling. Cole, looked down he must be waiting for her to make fun of him, everybody did. Cole let go mine him, he burns well. She had heard a lot of mean thing about his name. Cole looked at her expectedly, Don then realized he had asked a question. "Oh, it beautiful," don said giving a quick turn.
A bell told and Cole gave her a hand up in to the chariot. The horses started to pull them out to be viewed by the capital.