Hiyah I'm posting another chapter. Let's see who the stylist is and what happens during the chariot ride. I do not own the Hunger Games.:(
When we exited the train we were met with bright lights, cameras, and a whole lot of capitol people. Not my ideal welcoming committee. Morgan, Bonnie, and Jeff had to walk in front of us. I was okay with that. Jeff tripping when he tried to do a bow. I was happy with that. Having him fall backwards onto me. I was pissed about that. Not that Jeff's fat although I wish he was so he wouldn't be so perfect, but he was still heavy.
"Get off." I growled. He quickly got off not surprising. But the next thing he did was. He stuck his hand out to help me up. I looked at it and considered. Should I trust him? Would he let me land flat on my face? Probably but what the heck. I grabbed his hand and hauled myself up. He didn't let go in fact his hand lingered a little longer than normal. Is he starting to warm up to me? Nice now I can look at his cute face without scowling. No! My head screamed you are going in the Hunger Games you have to stay focused. Focused, yah I could do that. As we approached the elevator we saw th tributes from one. The girl didn't even look at us but the boy that looked like foxface kept staring. I looked over at Alex. No he's not looking at her or Morgan or Jeff. Maybe he likes Bonnie. But she's too far ahead for him to be looking at her. I turned back to look at him, he was still staring. Weird, I thought.
We entered the elevator and then it shot up the floors. I flew back into the glass back."You okay?" asked Jeff. "Just peachy." We stopped on an unmarked floor and entered two rooms. I got escorted in by Bonnie. Yay. Note the sarcasm."Oh my gad, she's pretty!" "All we have to do is polish her up!" "She'll definetly be getting male sponsors." Ick that last comment was pretty nasty, who wants to be noticed by a bunch of old men."My name is Nadia," said a girl with dark hair all the way to her knees and wearing purple lipstick."I'm Marie," replied a girl with frizzy hair and tattoos on her face."Julie," answered the final girl with orange skin and intense grey eyes. Wow overall pretty normal. I introduced myself and they got started prepping me. I felt like a turkey being prepped for Thanksgiving. They waxed, pulled, cleaned, and cut everything.
Finally they let me put a robe on and me to wait for my stylist. My stylist looked exactly like a boy I knew back in twelve. He's skinny with brown hair and dazzling green eyes. "Hello my name is Ferren." He looked perfectly normal no makeup on what so ever. "I'm Jewels." "Nice to meet you now let me take a look at you." Um okay, I'll admit I had a slight blush on my cheeks when I opened my robe. "Good, good you very beautiful Jewels, I have the perfect costume." He told me to close my eyes. I felt the robe drop and new fabric against my skin."Open your eyes." I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror. I couldn't believe what I saw. My oufit was a little on the provacative side. I was wearing a pair of cargo short, shorts which are okay I like shortd, but the top was not there. I had a plain black bra and a gray army vest on. Nothing was coveringmy stomach or the middle of my chest. Ugh great more parts of me to ogle. On my feet were a pair of lace up boots that went to my ankles. My hair was done in two loose pigtails at the front of my face. With only natural looking makeup on I only looked a few years older. Ferren then set a olive colored cap on my head and put my belt on my hips."You look fabulous!" cried a voice. I turned aroung instantly already knowing who it was."Kelen!" I flew into my sisters arms." I missed you." I whispered in her hair. "So do I, but I'm not supposed to be here I barely got away good luck. I love you." with tears in her eyes Kelen ran out. My relationship with her is fragile. I have to act like I don't know her for her safety if they know we were related they could hurt her. "Now don't cry, you'll ruin your makeup," joked Ferren. "Tell me Jewels do you like ice?
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Crazy, psychopathic, but genius. That's what I'd call Ferren's idea. Here's what happened, Ferren practically froze us in a block of ice. Alex and I were both frozen inside. I could feel them set us on the chariot. I could feel us moving. Then... CRACK! An arrow hit my ice block. CRACK! Alex's just got hit. I could here the ice crumbling around me. Suddenly all of me was free of the ice and the crowd was cheering our names. We raised our hands and the crowd went wild. I snuck a peek at us on the big screen, we looked dangerous, and confident. Wow we look good. The chariots then stopped and President Clara made her speech. You're just as bad as Snow I thought. Finally we go back to the building