By the time Lund is finished with me, I am unrecognisable. I am unearthly. He has covered my body completely in shimmering grey powder, and draped the thin silver see through fabric in such a way that it covers my intimate areas, but only barely. He has left hardly anything up to the imagination. I can give him credit for this though, because people will notice me. My makeup is dark, contouring my eyes and making my lids look heavy and pensive. He finally stands in front of me, giving me a final once-over. With a smile, somehow not as strange as the ones he had flashed me before; he takes my hand, leading me out the door.
"You're ready."
Within minutes I am on a carriage, waiting for Cato to arrive. Enobaria is giving me directions on what to do when we're led out of the darkness into the hands of the Capitol audience.
"Keep your chin high," she barks. "You are a tribute to be feared! And when Cato gets here..." She cuts her sentence short, swivelling about, angrily scanning the crowd of tributes getting ready. "Where is he anyway?" As if on cue, out of a doorway walks Cato, Luishat in tow, grinning devilishly. It takes me a moment to register what Cato is wearing, for at first it seems as if he's wearing nothing at all. He also is covered in shimmering powder, making him look statuesque, and like me; silver fabric has been draped across his lower section just correctly to keep certain things hidden. He raises his eyebrow in my direction and I realize I've been staring. I quickly turn my head away, nose in the air. Think what you want Cato, you'll be dead soon enough.
Enobaria promptly hisses at Luishat for being late and his excuse is "fashionably my dear Enobaria, fashionably." Before I can hear the end of their argument, our chariots are moving and we are being thrown into the shrieks and camera flashes of the Capitol.
I can hear the oohs and aahs as the audience take in the glittering costumes of the district one tributes. And suddenly we are there, and I hear a mix of noises. I cannot pinpoint the exact reaction of the crowd, so I simply stare ahead in silence, chin up, cold and distant. I glance behind me only once when I hear the crowd erupt, apparently crazy for the tributes of district 12. They're... They're on fire! Color rises to my cheeks. We should have had an outfit like that... or I should have. This is not me and Cato, I remind myself.
We circle around the stadium and I cannot wait for this evening to end and for training to begin. Pretty costumes and blown kisses will not help anyone there. All of the judging will be based on skills. I almost want to audibly sneer at how close the district 12's are portraying themselves. They're competitors, aren't they? I steel a glance over at Cato. He looks stone faced. I imagine he's a ticked off as I am over our generally un-noticeable outfits. His eyes flit to mine and for a moment I see uncertainty, but it is replaced fast as lightning with determination. He is not fazed. And I won't be either, I decide. Just wait district 12s, i think, blowing kisses won't help you in the arena.
Hey guys sorry its been so long since I Updated, and that this is so short and so lacking content:P Im in school you see, i dont have much time:P Still here though!