Chapter 5
The rest of the ride we sit at the dinning room table, pigging out on the food, talking strategies. "So your going to do the hardcore killer theme at the interview?" Our couch asks me. He was a sweet guy, lucky the games didn't change him. He was with the career's and towards the end of the games he went to use the bathroom and when he came back all the careers had turned on each other and killed each other. I just looked at him, "I don't know what I'll be cause I know district 2 will probably do that. But I am from them. I'll just, whatever happens happens," I sigh before getting up to leave. "What you don't want to watch the Reapings recap?" Will asks me. "Oh shoot I forget, yeah let's watch it." We all move ourselves to the living room area and turned on the T.V. District 1's tributes are…. Well the boy is fine, cute, funny. Around 6 foot, slightly muscular. I better be careful with him. The girl on the other hand is gorgeous, Glimmer. She should be easy to kill, she seems dumb. District 2 came on and I can feel Will staring at me. Before their host could call a name a boy volunteered. When he came into view my heart stopped. Cato.
I tried to focus, but he was so big. HOT! Very muscular. I couldn't stop myself, I miss him. I fell off the couch and to my knees. Things only got worse when Clove's name got called. Well that's irony. How could all three of us be in the Hunger Games! My head was screaming! They both looked determined, cocky, thinking their going to win. I truly belonged with them because I looked exactly the same as them. I was a killer trying to correct my wrongs. I looked away when Me and Will's Reaping came up. Both of us look ambitious and bored, ignorant. I looked over at him, he'll get sponsers for sure with his sweet side, his comedy, his looks. Me on the other hand I don't know. Maybe I can go for the confused, the torn between good and evil.
District 12's tributes were weird, the girl volunteering for her sister was sweet. But there was something going on between the two of them. I leave when the whole thing is over and go straight to my room, quickly jumping in the shower to wash everything that happened away. It helped somewhat. I let the hot water hit my skin for what seemed like forever, the velvety smells melting in my skin and hair. I step out onto the heated tile and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me and stepping into my room. I rummage through the drawers and pull out a pair of plaid blue shorts, matching flannel and white tank top, slipping on some bunny slippers. I trudged over to my bed and crawled in, covering myself in the thick blankets. The moment I closed my eyes I hear a tap at the door I grunt. "What?" "were here." Oh great NOW we get to the capital after I get cozy. I change into another white dress, one that is more wavy at the bottom and slip on a cute sky blue cardigan. Slipping out of the bunny slippers and into a pair of sandals, I step out of my room and find Will. We wait infront of the train doors, hearing our fans scream more and more for us. Our couch looks at us as he waits to press the button. "Ready?" we nod. He presses the button and the crowd goes wild.
We fight past them and get into the Training center, breathless as we fight off the people to get into the elevator. I clutch to elevator wall, looking down through the glass, seeing more of the tributes show up. I see someone who towers over all of them. Gorgeous skin, muscular, perfect dirty blonde hair. He looks up and we meet eyes. Cato.
The elevator stops at floor ten. I can see Cato still staring at me, and I can't look away. Will follows my gaze and see's him to. He grabs my arms and pulls me away. "Sophia!" He shouts, pushing me up against the wall. I snap out of it and look at him. "I'm sorry." I say and he nods cause he understands. He lets go of me and we walk over to our couch. "Alright we have the chariot ride tonight. Let's get pretty," He says pretending to be excited as many people in colorful outfits swarm us, dragging us apart and into rooms, stipping our clothes and cutting our hair, color our nails and plucking at eyebrows. It was a painful process but eventually they said I was ready. They led me to a cold room and I sat there in a thin sheet, a poor excuse for a gown, waiting on a metal table that hurt my butt. I waited.
My stylist comes in soon, around late 60's wearing only a vest, showing off his white chest, wearing tight cargo pants and boots. It was a somewhat sexy outfit if he was younger. He wore piercings up his ears and red eyeliner. His hair was thinning and grey, the lengths of his hair going from short too long as it continued down his head. He looked up at me. "You're a cow." My eyes widened. "Excuse me!" He looked up at me "You're from district 10. Livestock. That's your costume, a cow." I calmed down but still shook my head. "How long have you worked here?" He started drawing sketches on a piece of paper. "45 years," He coughed; he stopped sketching and showed me a picture of a cow with a smiley face. Oh no. I want them to remember me, I'm going to stand out damnit if it's the last thing I do. I walk over to the cabinet and pull out a needle, "We'll I'd like to better then a cow," I whisper before stabbing the needle into his back, watching his old body fall to the floor awkwardly. Time to meet up with the other stylists.
"What happened to your stylist?" They asked curiously. I just looked at them, "We didn't see eye to eye. For years District 10's been cows. Let's try something new," I suggest. I grab a pen and pencil and quickly sketch. The pencils lead getting shorter and shorter. I drop the pencil and turn the paper around. Their eyes widen in shock.
"You ready?" I look over at William as we stand behind two closed doors, waiting for our cue. He sighs and turns to me a little nervous. I pat his shoulder and give him a reassuring smile, "Don't worry they'll love us. We look hot," I winked and he laughed, knowing I was true. I was dressed in a black corset with a short wavy white skirt with black and white strips of long cloth that hung around the back of the skirt over a bump that made my butt look a tad bigger. (It was mostly just to add drama) I wore black solid heels with sharp manicured nails, black detailed wings coming from my eyelids, white eye shadow. My plan was flawless, I had designed this whole night. I was nervous to see if my plan would work; to never be forgotten. We were about to see, the doors were opening.