Chapter five!
It's the day I dreaded ever since I started the academy at the age of six. Tribute parade day. The day they present us to all of the capitol after ripping off all unwanted hair, removing scars, and fixing blemishes all day.
"Up, up, UUUPPPP!" Orchid shrieks and even though she's on the other side of the door I still throw a pillow of my ears at how loud and annoying she is.
I drag myself out of bed and manage to take a shower, not like it really matters, they'll probably make me take another shower. I find they have left me a plain burgundy shirt and black jeans, not the usual capitol choice but I can't say I'm not happy about it. I put my hair in a lazy bun and head out of my door after getting dressed.
"Ahhh!"
" Is that her?"
"She needs to be fixed!"
I hear the three women talk back and forth to each other. They soon take me in their grip and lead me to the remake center.
If you haven't guess by the name, the remake center is where they make tributes go through 12 hours of pure torture or until there clean of debris, scars, or any other undesirable things. Then these people have the audacity to stuff you into a costume and put you on a horse drawn carriage. Terrible right?
I clench my fist as they rip the last piece of hair from my legs.
"Or you're all done!" One of them squeals, I think she said her name was Penelope but I am not quite sure because the already heavy weight women was stuffing her face as she told it to me. "You weren't half as bad as our past tributes!" The other two I know are Autumn and April. I am sure they are twins, they kind of creep the shit out of me.
Finally, I am left alone. Only in a robe I sit on a cold counter and wait for my stylist, Ebony I think is what they said his name was. Weird name for a guy but…
"Ahh Clove!" I slightly jump at the sudden sound of a unknown voice. "I'm Ebony, Ny (Sounds like knee) for short." He says. "I am your stylist, if it wasn't obvious."
When I turn to look at him I am even more startled then before, he is strangely human-like. He could probably walk around district two and no one would notice, well if he took of the eye make-up and clothing that is.
"Now, hair down robe off." He says, waiting patiently. I pull my hair out of the bun that my stylists put up and took off my robe standing up. I felt uncomfortable as he circled around me, judging me. "Perfect, it will fit perfectly." He half smiles at me. "You can put your robe back on." He says and I give him a slight nod in somewhat of a thanks. "I'll be right back" He says leaving the room a moment.
I wait for him impatiently; I just want to get his over with.
He comes back in with clothes in his hands. "Alright, time to dress." He says. He twirls the sides of my hair and pins it back on each side then leaves the rest down to fall down my sides.
He puts the dress on my and zips it up on the back. At the top it is fitted with a slight sweat heart line and black with light silver sparkles but it fades into a white as it leads down my waist. In the front it is about a inch above my knee in flowy fabric but behind the fabric flows like wind behind me, I don't even have to be walking. I see now that my stylists have down a light black smoky eye on me and a top my head Ny places something like a crown. White feathers starting it but when you make your way up they become black as coal, it's not a huge head peace, so it doesn't make me look like a fucking bird and I thank him for that.
"So, do you like it." He asks. I stand there, not being able to get words to form on my mouth.
"Speechless." I say finally.
"Good, then I'm finished." He smiles and leaves the room, I follow after him.
I wait by my chariot for this thing to start. Cato is taking forever in his remake center. Just as I'm about to give up on waiting he comes out. He is wearing a similar outfit. Black suit, white faded sleeves and pant legs nothing nearly as fancy as I have to wear, I slightly growl at this.
"Hey Clovey." He smirks walking over. I roll my eyes at him and cross my arms.
"What took you so long, you look the same." I growled.
"So I'm my usual handsome self." He smirks.
"Nope, still a revolting idiot." I reply slyly.
"On, on!" Orchid says to us, making shooing motions with her hands. I notice the back of Cato's tux is also black and white feathers while he gets on. I just balance myself when Ny comes running over.
"Press this half way through." He says, I don't get a chance to ask him what it will do before our horses have moved on and start racing down the aisle. Our names are chanter, almost never drowned out until I here District 12! Katniss and Peeta. I look at the screen to see that both tributes appear to be on fire, I wish they would burn to death but sadly they don't.
With this distraction I almost forget to press the button. My thumb traces around the button for a second before I gently push down on it, keeping my hand hidden from view. Almost immediately my dress starts blowing and twirls around me, for a second I think I broke it but then I realize this is supposed to happen. The longer part of the dress has fallen off and vanished leaving me in a short black and white silky flowing dress. The audience has been stricken silent.
I look up at the screen to see the spot light is now on Cato and I, his tuxedo has seemed to change also. I watch as a wind blows past all of the tributes behind us and completely blows out Katniss and Peeta's fire. The audience bursts out in applause and cheers, I didn't know it was possible to be so loud.
The rest of the night is filled with Cato and Clove. Even President Snow has some trouble controlling the audience's attention.
The end, Clove is a bit occ in this but next chapter will be better because it's…. training! Yay!