Kionna Haler D12:
Poke... Poke poke... POKE!
"Ow!" How long would they keep poking and prodding at me like this?
"Sorry! Your just so... Dirty! We don't know where to start!" My prep team has been at this for five minutes and I can already tell it's going to be a long day. There accent is annoying enough without this torturous treatment to my now naked body.
"How about a bath?"
"Oh yes of course! Why didn't we think of that?" Potinia says looking to her other team mates. They push me towards the large bathroom and almost immediately begin scrubbing layers of skin away from my body with different sponges and gels that they get from pressing different buttons on the wall. So many buttons! There has to be at least three hundred on that wall alone, not to mention the already covered counters.
Soon they have finally finished what they feel is a "Refreshing cleaning" and move on to my legs and arms. They strip the hair of little by little on all my body parts, until only the hair on my head is left. They even took of my eyebrows! They begin cutting and lathering my hair in different ointments so that it will shine and look fanstastic. Next is makeup. They redraw my eyebrows and put large ammounts of eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow onto both my eyes making them black rimmed and strange looking. They look... bigger? So weird... Next is the blush and some dark red listick. Really? This is what they call beauty? I feel strange and freakish with this much makeup on, I look like a different person.
They put the finsihing touches on my hair and then decide they're finally done with me. At that moment my stylist decides to come in to see there job. He walks around me taking in my entire naked form, I imagine that he's thinking of future outfits for the interviews and such. They walk around me also, and I can tell it annoys him, so with a pale skinny finger he points to the door. They shuffle out, heads down like shamed puppies as the door closes atomaticaly behind them.
He walks up to me and begins cleaning off some of the make up with an expert hand. He adds a dark powder to my entire body and I begin to ask myself 'why is it on my entire body?'.
"There much better." He says through purple lips. Walking over to a clothes rack he takes off the only hanger and brings over my dress. It's a dark coal black dress that's layred in a way that makes it stick out and look oddly like coal. He slides it over my head and I have to admit, it's not as bad as I thought it was going to be. The top half shows my natural curves and the bottom makes me seem very feminine, but the black makeup and dust give the effect of a hostile tribute, ready to face the trials ahead.
It's much better then the miners outfits I had pictured, and gives me hope that I may actually get some sponsors. "Much better then I thought it would look, you are the perfect girl for this dress." I nod my head as I give a twirl and stare at the way the dress billows out slightly. "Now time to get ready for the chariot ride!" He says with a smile.
Leading me down to lower level of the building we come into a large room with doors closed at one end. The twelve chariots are lined up in order and I see some of the other tributes neer their chariots. The careers are in one big group, scoping out the compition and I feel envious of them. Their districts are wealthy and spoiled, I'm guessing they haven't missed a meal in there lives. No one starves in their districts.
I turn my head and look for the only person that truly matters to me in this game, Ethan. I find him standing by our chariot in a strange suit that also make him look like a chunk of coal. As I walk over I can't hold in my laughter and he glares at me.
"It's not funny." His frown only deepens when I continue laughing.
"Your right," I say straightening and trying to hold back the laughter. " it's hilarious!" my laughter echoes through the room and I get some strange looks, but I don't care Ethan looks hilarious.
His hair is slicked back and seems like a dark black, and he has the same dark dust covereing his face, hands, and I'm gessing the rest of his body. He has some make up on, but not enough that you could tell without looking for it. But the only thing that is truly funny is his outfit. They couldn't really do the same thing that they did with mine, but boy did they try. It resembles a suit, but it's big and bulky and just makes him look stupid. I truly can't beleive they would put something like that on him.
To soon a loud voice tells us to get onto the chariot. Climbing aboard we ready ourselves for the audience. I feel my palms beginning to sweat and I'm so nervous I think I might faint.
"Don't worry Ki, everythings going to be fine." Ethan says seeing my nervous look. That's Ethan for you, always trying to keep me calm. He's been doing that since we were young, trying to keep me out of trouble and keep me calm.
" Huh I know I'm just nervous."
"Then don't be." A small smile plays at my lips. Our chariot lurchs forward as the line begins to move. We come through the large doors and the capitolites are screaming. Tehy love these games more then anyone ould beleive. I'm haappy when we finally come to the city circle and stop for the presidents speach.
"You did great." Ethan whispers to me.
"So did you." We smile as Snow finishes and we all depart. Maybe these games won't be so bad after all.
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