Author's note: Hello everyone~ I hope you have a wonderful new year! I hope you enjoy and I'm sorry if it may seem rushed but I have big ideas for the arena that I want to get to ^^
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The crazily dressed up people swarmed Bella as they commented on things like her hair and what colors would look good on her. She sat there patiently as her 'prep team' as they called themselves got her ready for the opening ceremonies. The opening ceremonies were the openings to the hunger games where basically all the tributes got decked out in costumes, most of the time they were ridiculous and showed off what that district did. Her district being transportation, she would probably be fitted in some kind of train outfit or something. As the team of people buzzed around her, commanding her to do things like raise your arms or to hold still. Bella was fed up with it. She had made sure to hold on to her red ribbon though, keeping it tangled in her fingers. It was a gift from her little sister. She would never lose it.
After a few more hours of 'prep' work she was ushered into another room and told to stay put. They didn't let her wear anything either, which Bella didn't like what so ever.
A moment later a man with longish wavy blond hair stepped into the room. He slowly scanned her, eyes softening after a moment.
"Hello my dear, I'm sorry about the circumstances, but i have the privilege to dress you and your partner for this occasion.
He knelt slightly, grasping Bella's hand gently, bringing her fingertips to his lips. It must have been some capitol thing. He rose and smiles slightly.
"My name is Francis and I will be you and Lar's stylist." Bella's head nodded, amazed at how this man was so different from the capital people around him. She offered a small smile; it had been awhile since she had smiled.
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Lilly shivered as her stylist, who had introduced himself as Arthur, painted on a thick black substance. It looked glossy after it dried.
"I'm almost done love." Arthur said soothingly as he finished up coating the small girl with goo.
"O-okay." Something inside Arthur twinged as her small little voice reached his ears. He always had a soft spot for children. He hated his job, dressing up people for slaughter, this was his first year too and he was put in the district twelve wing. He had no choice though.
He sighed and deposited the paintbrush into a can, wiping off his hands on a rag. "All done, just hold still a moment okay dear."
Her little head bobbed up and down showing she understood. He picked up four pieces of black ribbon and walked behind Lilly, taking both her long blond braids and slowly weaved them together into a crown on the girl's head, tying the ribbons in to hold the braids in place.
"There, you're ready." Lilly turned to face him.
"Thank you." She said, her gaze meeting his. He offered up a smile, and slowly, the girl copied him. It nearly broke Arthur's heart.
The light shimmered off of the glossy second skin that the girl was cloaked in. It had the effect that Arthur wanted; he was going to set ablaze the front of the chariot so that the light of the flames would make it appear that the tribute was on fire like a piece of coal.
Arthur felt kind of bad for borrowing the idea. When he had first moved into the stylist office, the last stylist had not been very tidy. After cleaning most of the place up, Arthur had discovered a very old notebook filled with various sketches, gathering dust under a bookshelf.
He had flipped through the sketches to find them all brilliant. Not wanting to outright copy their idea, Arthur decided to get the same effect in a different way. As Arthur led Lilly out of the room, he pondered for a moment.
I wonder who that person was, to leave behind such sketches.
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Flipping his recently dyed blond hair slightly, (blond is like, the totally in hair color this year) Feliks strutted down the hallway leading to the other tribute he had to beautify.
He pulled open the door to the design room where his tribute would be waiting, his hipster pink heels (yes I said heels) clicking against the linoleum.
Once he entered, he examined his tribute head to foot, and then nearly screamed. This guy is like, waay scary! How am I like supposed to do anything if I'm afraid that he's gonna snap my neck or break a nail or something!
Feliks' internal freak-out was cut short by the man, Berwald according to his tribute bio on his pink clipboard, started to talk to him.
"So, wht now." Feliks felt himself shiver as the cold stare of the tribute lay on him. Even this guy's voice was deep and scary sounding. Hiding behind his clipboard slightly, Feliks replied with a
"N-next I, like, give you a costume for the chariot." Feliks peeped out from the clipboard long enough to see the scary man nod. Like wait till Liet hears about this! He's so lucky that he got landed with District 3, I like bet that their tributes aren't totally scary!
"L-like um, you can try this on." Feliks raised up a plastic bag that had the lumberjack outfit he had designed according to the measurements taken from the prep team. Berwald took the outfit and silently removed the clothes from the bag.
"Th'nks." He eyed the fabric. Without those piercing blue eyes on him, Feliks relaxed slightly. Yes that's right Feliks! Like, lure him away with clothes! Although what Feliks saw next touched his heart slightly.
Berwald had unfolded a small photograph that he had concealed in his shoe. He had stared at it a moment then placed in into the pocket on his costume, and then began to change into said costume.
Feliks turned around and fished around in his pocket, retrieving his pink phone, half a dozen of phone charms dangling of the side. He flicked the screen open and hurriedly typed out his message. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a slight tap on the shoulder.
Feliks practically shrieked when he turned to see Berwald standing right next to him. "Now wht?" The man asked, all decked out in his lumberjack costume.
"Eep! I mean uh like I wanted to spike your hair up maybe?" Feliks crossed his fingers. "I d'nt w'nt to l'k like th't idiot M'tthias." The man's facial expression never changed.
"l-like o-okay um like why don't i like style it differently o-kay?" Feliks stammered out, unlike his usual grace with words (as he liked to call it).
Berwald nodded. Feliks went to work trying to style it differently Than Matthias who was that one tribute from District one if Feliks was remembering right. There was no way for the two to even get in contact, which made Feliks wonder.
Berwald probably just didn't like careers or something. After shakily styling Berwalds hair in a way that it didn't resemble Matthias's hair, the pink clad man passed Berwald a mirror.
"Like how's this?" The man looked at his reflection, his face not showing any notion of whether he liked the look or not.
"Th'ts n'ce." Sighing in relief Feliks wiped the imaginary sweat from his brow. "
That's like totally awesome, um I'm like done with you so you can go down the elevator to the first floor and go to your chariot okay?" Feliks was technically supposed to take the large man down to where he was supposed to wait for the opening ceremonies but Feliks was fairly sure that if he lingered in this man's presence any longer he would surely faint or something.
Feliks turned on his heel and strode out of the room, clutching his pink clipboard to his chest and whipping out his cell phone.
"Liet this is like an emergency! I almost DIED!" the man wailed into the phone. "Yea uh huh I'm sure, give me a moment and then I'll bring you up some chocolate or something." The voice on the other end of the phone grumbled.
"Okay see you in a few." He snapped his cell phone shut and ran for the elevator. Only to find that Berwald had just boarded to go down to the ground floor. Great.
Ending note: I hoped you liked the chapter, I put all of the prep parts into one chapter, next will briefly be chariots, training a few interviews then it will finally be time for the games~! I hoped you liked Poland and I'm sorry if Sweden is too hard to understand. =.=" Next chapter will be up soon!