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Chapter 11:
After being plucked, pulled and pinched at for a couple hours I am finally deemed ready to see my stylist.
"Magnific!" Cora squeals like at little girl, springing up and clapping her hands as she does so, "I think we can escort you to Ved now!"
I look down at the thin, airy night gown that I have been forced to wear. These things shouldn't even be legal because they are so ugly, my goodness the Capitol can do way better than this but I better not complain to them.
As I am led through the pure white corridors, all I can hear is the quiet, excited mutters coming from my prep team. I blow a thin, blonde strand of hair out of my face as I catch quick glimpses of whatever I can. All I can see is lines of gleaming, silver doors and high, metal-framed windows as I am dragged by my prep team. I am finally pushed to a halt in front of a large, heavy, metal door quite like all of the other ones.
"This is the one! I think…" Kirshelle exclaims in her absent-minded, high pitched voice.
The door swings majestically open as I am pushed into it. The florescent light is so bright that it blinds me for a few moments and I instantly cover my eyes. My prep team quickly slam the door as they exit the room as soon as I'm in it. Their muffled chatters fade down the corridors to leave me in complete silence. I slowly peer around the room, examining my surroundings. It's not much I must say, it's really just a bed, chair and a large curtain that conceals a small room of some sorts. I take a deep breath and plonk myself down on the chair, exhausted.
"Why hello there!"
I jump almost ten foot in the air when I hear someone snort from behind the curtain. I lift my hand to my heart and feel it pounding in my chest like a drum. I was not expecting that.
"Um, hello?" I gasp, catching my breath.
A tall, lanky, brightly-dressed man strides out from behind the curtains and my attention is instantly drawn to the hundreds of sliver, glittery sequences that are sown to his broad, suit jacket. I hastily shake my head and snap out of the moment and slowly stare up at the man's face. He has long, sleek, grass green hair that is gelled down with so much hair product that I am tempted to stick a sticker on him that reads "Flammable". His eyes are an un-natural, dark, misty teal colour and his eyebrows are shaped in a perfect triangle, accentuating his pointy, triangular face.
He starts to approach me slowly and I cannot help but feel uncomfortable, I do not know why but this guy is just giving me the creeps.
The man opens his small mouth to form a perfect O as he raises his hands to his face and gasps, "Gosh, they told me that you looked like Cashmere but gosh doll, I didn't think you two would look this similar!"
He pokes my nose playfully causing me too shoo his hand away as if it was a bug. Cashmere? Me? I never would've thought.
The man strides around me, twirling and tugging my hair as he does so. He stands as still as a statue in front of me, his head resting on his hand. He hums quietly as he thinks. I sit on the chair, lacing my fingers into a clasp. My feet bounce up and down in a nervous twitch as I am engulfed by the long, piercing silence. He reaches his right hand to his head and scratches in thought for a few moments. He places his left hand on his hip and tilts his head slightly.
"I know exactly what I can do with you." He chuckles.
"And what would that be?" I sneer, a little worried.
"You'll see." He whispers quietly chuckling as he does so. "Follow me now will you doll?"
I follow him as he says through a large, metal door into a casual, bright room. He gestures me to sit on a large, pink, comfortable couch. As I sit on it, I instantly sink into the soft, luscious cushions. Ved snaps his fingers in the air and a young, sad-looking Avox instantly rushes to his aid.
"Refreshments!" He shouts in a ruff tone and the Avox girl quickly scampers off like a mouse to fetch us our refreshments.
Ved runs his fingers across the dark, mahogany table beside him. He then taps his fingers against it rhythmically. I can see that he is getting impatient.
The Avox quickly waddles into the room with a gleaming, silver platter balancing on the palm of her hand. I take a long, hard look at her face. Her make-up is weird, but not like the Capitol people's make-up. Her face is painted bleach white and her eyelids and lips are coloured in a dark, pitch black. Her eyes are an oval shape and are a murky, muddy brown colour and are filled with a look of desperation and hurt. My reflection bounces back off of her eyes, showing a sign of youth.
She places the large tray on the table that sits in between me and my stylist. I quickly glance at the food. It is filled with fine, exotic fruits, meats and desserts. I lick my lips greedily then quickly turn away from the food, not wanting to look desperate.
Ved leans over, blowing a few long, green strands of hair out of his triangular face. "Now, we need to discuss your opening ceremony costume." He smirks as he sips on some sort of organic tea.
My eyes widen as he mentions the costume, "What is it going to be?"
He smirks out of the corner of his mouth and nods his head slowly, holding his tea in his hand. "Let's just say, you are going to look very, very shiny."
I smile happily. I like shiny things and I like me so it's just a perfect combination.
Ved looks back down at his tea, pondering a conversation topic. "So, how do you get along with your district partner, Marvel?"
Marvel, I totally forgot about him! Goodness how he infuriates me! But that kiss, that kiss was just… What are you thinking Glimmer? Marvel! Ew! Oh goodness how I just want to go out and punch him square in the face right now. How I just want to get rid of him. Without him, life would just be so much easier but of course, life is always complicated. Well, that is what my mother told me.
I stare down into my lap before finally answering, "Fine, just fine."
