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(Sarah's POV)
It has been two days since the peacekeepers drug Robyn away. My thoughts returned to her often, and I worried about her every waking hour. Kian made the trip to the Capitol much less excruciating by reassuring me that she was a brave, and wouldn't go down without a fight. A knock at the door shattered my thoughts.
"Sarah, dear. Time for breakfast!" A chirpy voice called from behind the closed door. I signed and peeled back the covers reluctantly. I quickly stripped off my baggy pants and over sized tee-shirt and replaced them with a light pink scooped neck tee, and a black pencil skirt. I slowly braided my long, corn silk hair and left my cabin. In the dining area, I found Kian, Jasmine, and our trainer Leslie Mason waiting patiently at a table.
"You look well rested, Sarah." Remarked Jasmine, spooning strawberries onto her golden pancakes. The smell of coffee and bacon wafted through the air, making my mouth water. I quickly sat down and helped myself to everything at the table.
"Ya, well, I finally fell had a decent sleep last night." I replied. A decent sleep meaning not dreaming about the cruel torture Robyn was going through, or the nightmares of the children starving to death while I ate 5 star meals four times a day. I suddenly didn't feel so hungry.
"So, today your going to meet your stylists!" Said Jasmine, smiling broadly, "his name is Marcel. He will do wonders to you two." I forced myself to smile.
"I can't wait." I said, sounding more bitter than I had hoped to.
The rest of breakfast was awkward and silent, until Kian nearly choked to death on a blueberry. After everyone finished eating, we all quickly made our way back to the train cabins. I had just settled into bed and began nodding off when a knock at the door jarred me awake.
"Sarah, it's me, Kian. Open up." He whispered. I jumped out of bed and quickly smoothed down my hair. I opened the door a crack and he shoved it open.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, rubbing my sleepy eyes.
"Just came to say hello to my old buddy." He teased, gently nudging my arm. I returned the nudge, only a bit harder. He then picked me up, threw me onto the bed and held my arms above my head.
"Okay, you win!" I screeched, "now let me go!" I said, looking up at him under my long lashes. For the first time, I realized how beautiful he really was. His eyes were almost mesmerizing, and his lips were full and ripe. I quickly looked away.
"So, uh, are you nervous about the costume they're putting us in?" I asked, changing the subject. I nervously began fretting at my sleeve.
"Nah, I'll pull off anything they put me in." He said, running a hand through his dark hair, "what about you?" I thought about what they had dressed the district 8 tributes in the past and shuddered.
"Hopefully they give us a good stylist this year." I said. Just then, the train jerked to a halt.
"Alright, time to go." Said Kian, standing up. I stood up beside him, and we walked down the hall where he bumped into Jasmine and Leslie.
"Come on kids, it's time to meet Marcel!" She said. We followed the pair out side where a limo was waiting for us. We quickly jumped in and shut the door. We drove in silence for the first 5 minutes and stared out the windows until they blacked out. I must have looked confused.
"So you don't know where we're going." Said Leslie bitterly. Leslie was a beautiful woman. She was only mid thirties and had striking features. Her black, pin straight hair was flowing over her shoulders and down her back. Her blue eyes stood out in contrast to her pale, flawless skin. The only imperfection was a pale pink scar across her plump lips. She wore black fitted pants tucked into knee high black heeled boots, and a tight long sleeve shirt. She must have noticed me staring, because she scowled slightly.
"This is so exciting! You guys are going to look magnificent!" She squeeled. I thought of her as a Chihuahua, so excited she might pee herself. The thought made me giggle, causing the other three to look at me in confusion. The car slowly rolled to a stop, and a man opened the door. I stepped out, and took in the sight before me. Huge buildings were scattered across the landscape. Cars sped by on black pavement, and airplanes flew dangerously close to the city. I immediately knew we were in the Capitol. I heard Kian sign whistle.
"Impressive." He said.
We were quickly ushered into a building, and led into two different rooms. Jasmine came in with me.
"Alright, take a seat while we wait for Marcel and his team to arrive." She said.
After several minutes, There was a knock at the door, and three woman by the names on Amber, Hazel and Amis led me into another room where they stripped me naked, and scrubbed at my skin until I was positive there was only muscle left. Next, they used a metal device to remove the hair on my eyebrows, leaving a deep, dramatic arch in my brows. Then they filed and cut my nails to perfection, then painted them a deep, rich red, along with my toes. The worst part was when they applied a hot max to my legs then ripped it off- my leg hairs with it. I screamed out in pain, and they laughed. I had to grip the arms on the chair to keep from lashing out and clawing one of their eyes.
"Alright dear, your ready for Marcel!" The one named Amis exclaimed. The other two ran out the door and appeared seconds later with Marcel. He was nothing like the other stylists I had seen before. Whereas the others died their hair unnatural shades of purple and green, he kept his golden hair, but added a patch of blue. The only makeup he wore was a silver liner around his brown eyes. He smiled kindly.
"Hello, Sarah. I'm Marcel." He said, kissing the top of my hand. Amber then wheeled in a table filled with every beauty product known to man- and then some. He expertly grabbed a blue bottle and squeezed the clear liquid into his hands, and began rubbing it through my hair. He styled my hair with a feather-light touch, his fingers sure in their movements as they weaved my hair into something magnificent.
"Are you homesick yet?" He asked, sounding genuinely interested.
"Ya, I miss my brothers and sisters allot." I signed, fighting back tears, "and my best friend." He nodded.
"I can't imagine what this is like for you. If there's anything I can do, let me know." He said.
He then moved onto my makeup, dashing colors across my features. Applying sticky substances to my lips and eyes.
"Viola!" He said, handing me an oval mirror. I looked into it, and I was shocked at the person staring back. My skin was powered to perfection, and my lips a deep, glossy red. He had used a black eye liner, and winged it out at the corners, making my already big blue eyes seem somehow larger. My eye lashes nearly touched my dramatic eye brows, and my cheeks were slightly rouged. My hair was in tight ringlets, with red roses intertwined and simply tied in a tide pony tail and flowed over my shoulder.
"Oh my god. I look... beautiful!" I gushed. Marcel shrugged.
"Time to put on your dress!" He said, pulling out a large bag. He slowly unzipped it, revealing the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. The bodice was a deep red, matching my lips and came to a sweetheart neckline. Then bottom was very poufy and made entirely of real red roses. My mouth fell open, and my eyes widened.
"I'm absolutely speechless." Was all I could manage before I wrapped Marcel into a tight embrace. He laughed.
"I'm glad you like it. Now, let's put it on!" He said. He helped me into the dress and I watched in the full length mirror as he zipped it up and added the finishing touched to my hair. He opened a box and pulled out a pair of silver high heels and handed them to me.
"Put these one." He said. I carefully slipped my tiny feet onto the shoes and walked about the room.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" He said, slipping his hand into his pocket, "your token!" He handed me a silver locket containing a picture of my family, as well as Robyn's. I kissed the locket then put it around my neck.
Now, I was ready.
Alright, tell me what you think! Who's your favourite so far? Kian, Robyn, Sarah or Gabe? Opinions on Marcel? Review, review, review!