Author's note
here's chapter 8 as promised...
Chapter 8- The plan
Peeta POV-
I am alone in the room, the lights switched off. I think of Katniss and what they must have done to her. I wonder how she is feeling. Is she worried about tonight like I am? But I know as long as she is by my side it'll all be okay. I think of my family, how are they doing? Do they miss me like I miss them? I wonder how much time has passed since they left in search of my stylist. Minutes? Hours?
All of a sudden, I hear the sound of clicking heels coming down the hallway, like little bullets hitting the floor. The sound gets louder as they get closer. The clicking stops. They stand just on the other side of the door. Their shoes cast eerily shadows in the small light escaping from the bottom of the door. They mumble with hushed voices, I can only make out one or two words.
The door suddenly swings
Light floods the room with a bright glow of white, reaching out into the darkness. The silhouette of a rather tall and slender women stands in the open door way. She walks forward and switches on the lights.
I then notice that she has illuminous orange hair and piercing electric blue eyes, she stands in the middle of the room, one hand on her hip. She looks confident and intimidating. The rest of my prep team flood in behind her like ducklings following their mother, that can be seen in district 12 in spring time, I feel a sharp pain in my chest at the memory of my home, like a dragger has been thrust into my heart and ripped back out.
I get up and walk towards the women still trying to keep my dignity by covering myself; she circles me, looking up and down, taking in every inch oh my body. Every now and then she will poke me with her lethally sharp nails. I feel embarrassed and uncomfortable as all four of them stand and stare at my naked body, so many eyes staring. They talk between themselves in a little huddle with hushed voice like before.
"Get him a robe" she clicks her fingers then turns to face me again "Oh I'm so sorry, excuse my manners, I'm Portia "
Katniss's POV-
I sit on the large table, head down focusing on twiddling my thumbs. I think of prim and my mother, how are they? Are they eating? Or have they already given up hope? I miss them dearly and can feel the tears welling up in my eyes as my vision goes blurry. I think of Peeta, his sky blue eyes and his perfect golden wavy hair. I just want him to hold me close and tell me that everything is going to okay. Tears roll like streams from my eyes, I viciously swipe them away. Not wanted to cry, not want to look weak. I want to scream at the capitol for making me feel this way.
I pick up a bottle of shampoo and throw it across the room with rage. I wrap my arms around my knees and rest my head on top of them.
I don't notice that their presents until he clears his throat.
"Flavius could you clean up that mess and then could all of you leave me and Ms. Everdeen alone" His voice is soft and gentle yet has authority and there is only a trace of the capitol's stupid fake high pitched accent.
I lift my head and there he stands before me. He looks completely normal and not capitol like at all, apart from the line of gold eyeliner across the top of his eyelids. He wears a simple black shirt and trousers.
My prep team leave the room trying to be as silent as they can, they give me a little wave before shutting the door behind them.
He takes his hands out of his pockets and stretches one out for me to shake.
"Hi, I'm Cinna" He says smoothly.
"Katniss" I reply. He passes me a plush fluffy rope and I don't hesitate to put it on.
"I'm really sorry this has happened to you" His eyes tell me that this is genuine and that he really does feel bad about me having to be here. I notice that the eyeliner makes the golden flecks in his eyes stand out from the chestnut brown that surrounds them.
"Thanks, so you're here to make me look presentable?" I bow my head bringing my focus back to my thumbs.
"No I'm here to make people remember you! You are so brave Katniss volunteering for your sister and I don't want anyone the over look you"
He explains his plan for my costume in full detail. I listen continently and nod every now and then to let him know he has my attention. As he goes on I become more and more interested at how the whole thing works. I ask a few questions and he answers them all. By the end I am completely mesmerised.
"So what do you think? Are you ready to be the girl on fire?
Sorry it's so short but i thought i'd leave it there and to make up for it being so short i've posted chapter 9 at the same time :)
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