Back to Blaze's point of view.
Blaze: Everyone has finished gawking in horror at our surroundings. Tristan has finished showing off to the girls by dodging rocks, how pathetic. Honestly what is so impressive about not being smacked in the head by a pebble? To me it would have been much more amusing if he had just let himself get hit. Maybe then he would go into a concussion from a two inch pebble and I would choke trying to hold back my laughter. Now that would be fun!
We are now on our way to getting inside the Remake Center where we will meet with our stylist and prep team to get prepared for tonight's Opening Ceremonies. According to how we've been treated so far, I suspect we'll be dressed up in the most ugly and goofy thing imaginable to mock the Capitol. That might just put a damper on my whole "look sexy" strategy.
"Ready on three," Menya one of my prep team members mutters in a voice so quiet I think she is talking to her self. I get a hold on the arms of my salon style chair waiting for her timid count.
"One, two-" She yanks on a strip fabric and I almost yell out in pain and cuss at her as my upper lip is ridden or hair. Menya tilts her head to the side and gives me a slight smile that makes me want to choke her. My patience is at the end of the rope with this mean, stupid, brat of a stylist! Haymitch, this advice better be worth it, I think clenching my jaw. Jeez, this stupid, not so innocent girl waxing me has been doing everything she can to piss me off today. I thought they wouldn't have worried about our appearance and just left us to be filthy as to mock the Capitol way by forcing us to dress like district people. Well, sometimes I'm wrong.
Ever since I got here my prep team, including Menya, Valrie, and Dellis, has been sanding me down with a gritty body scrub and a hard bristled brush, I think could be used for animals, in an ice-cold tub. Now they are getting rid of all my hair in the most uncomfortable way imaginable. At home most of us just shave our legs with a razor or something. Here they are giving us poor quality waxes. The wax they use is so useless in removing hair that they have to literally way my legs a thousand times to be satisfactory. However, the pain it causes is no trivial matter.
"Your doing a very good gob girl. Although your people must be used to waxes and other barbaric and painful fashion statements," Valrie says after she finishes prepping my nails and cutting my cuticles so close to the skin I'm afraid there is going to be no cuticle left not to mention my hands will be a bloody mess, literally.
"Thanks," is all I mutter under my breath. I'm not the least bit thankful for her comment.
As Valrie is at work on my nails and for some reason whitening my teeth (I have never in all the games heard of someone doing teeth, but these are different games of corse!), Meanya continues waxing my upper lip for the fourth time, and Dellis does my hair and minimal makeup.
Out of all the prep team it's him I like. Dellis is kind and always brings up a good conversation topic. He is young-all my stylists are-with golden close cropped hair that shimmers in the sun and the same priceless eyes. He looks like a farm boy who has been plucked off his farm and thrown here to be a stylist. Well, I don't actually know what a farm boy looks like, but when I think of one I think of him.
Valrie is chatty and talks nonsense about everything (right now she's talking about how cute her cat named is), just like someone from the Capitol, I think gingerly. She has short red hair that seems to be her natural color and evergreen eyes. The look reminds me of a cat. Her lips are the same blazing color of her hair and her eyes are outlined with a shimmery black eye liner.
To me, she seems like more of a Blaze than I do. She's someone with fiery hair that would make an impression on people, someone that could set you ablaze with just a direct stare in the eyes, someone who's not a plain Jane like me. But that's all going to change, I tell myself fiercely, you will become a standout.
I wish I could say Menya is as ugly on the outside as she is on the inside. Sadly, that is far from true. Menya has beautiful auburn hair that catches the light and big brown eyes. She's like a scared baby deer. If only she acted that way, I wish. She acts very timid and quiet, but out of all of them she's the most nasty. Even so, she so pretty. Her eyes have thick long lashes and she's slim and fine boned, a true fawn.
Finally, after what seems like years, Dellis informs me in his kind voice,"There, now that you look more like someone from the districts I think Ebny your stylist should be able to see you."
"But-" I start. I don't want to look like some blend in. I want to stand out, to make an impression. But, I think, maybe it is better to blend in. In the old Hunger games, the tributes would try to match the Capitol ways in order to be liked. Maybe Dellis is right, maybe looking like a District girl is the best way to gain favor.
"Don't worry," he warmly smiles at me,"you are going into Ebny's capable hands." I simply nod.
I'm standing in the worst position possible. I'm stark naked and cold and wet and I feel like a plucked quail we sometimes eat at home. The worst part is the nakedness. I am a very modest person and the thought of some district man seeing me like this makes me want to run over to the bath and grab my cloths. Well, I tell myself, if you are going to follow your little plan of yours, get used to being exposed.
I take a deep breath in, you were born like this, so what should it matter. The thought does little to nothing to set me at ease.
"Hello Blaze," a sweet voice comes from the door and makes me jump. I can see who I presume to be Ebny's reflection in the mirror. At first I'm just shocked and mesmerized at how stunning he is. He is as young as any of my prep team members and this makes my nakedness all the more worse. Those lips of his look as if they were carved by angles and his body looks well tones under the black t-shirt he wears. His hair is dark as midnight with no stars and he has blue eyes that seem to glint silver. This contrast between light and dark is what sets him apart from Tristan. Were Tristan is the Devil, Ebny is the handsome night who rescues fair maidens. Through my embarrassment is can't help the stupid smile that plays on my face. This guy is even better looking than Tristan.
