Hey, guys!
I'm back with Chapter 3! As I said in last chapter, this chapter is REALLY short. It has the right stuff, though, dont worry. Clove gets prep'd up by her prep team, and chariot rides happen this chapter.. I've added a bit of stuff today to this chapter, to make it longer, and I've explained more things, etc... Anyways, I dont want to talk (well, type :D) alot, so here it is, chapter 3! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: All characters, ideas, etc.. belong to the amazing genius, Suzzane Collins! However, this writing, belongs to me..
Chapter 3 - Chariot Rides
Almost done!" says a lady named Talia.
I roll my eyes.
I've been in the remake center for more than 2 hours, and my prep team is still not done with me.
My prep team is annoying. All they do is chat on and on with each other about parties they've been to, clothes, and blah blah blah no one cares!
3 people form my prep team; Talia, Caleb, and Jennet. Yup, Caleb is a boy. And I hate the fact that there could be any amount of boys or girls in my prep team, because obviously, I'd rather have all women in my prep team.
When we arrived at the remake center, before Enobaria left, I hesitated.
"You mean there could be a boy in my prep team?" I snapped, after her giving us instructions on what to do there, and such.
"Yes, of course," she said and left, eyeing me with a why-would-you-care face, and I'd rolled my eyes.
Now here I am, surrounded by three idiots who are to prep me up.
Shampoo in my hair, lotion on my skin it just feels different. Ugh, Jennet also threaded my eyebrows, which sting!
"Done. Your hair's all done," Caleb says, after using some conditioner on my jet-black hair.
"I'm done, too!" says Talia, who has just finished fixing up my nails.
"Finally!" I say, examining my hair and face, my nails. My hair is piled up neatly on my head, and my nails have been purely cut and weirdly manicured. My face is wet from some lotion they used to face lift my face from any flaws.
"We're all done. Wait for Brianne, your stylist, to come." says Jennet, and they leave the room. Im left alone, staring at the big mirror infront of my face.
I look fine, I guess. My prep team has rid me of any body hair, which is emmbarassing.. I kept twitching and poking my arms and legs as they removed any hair... But I look prettier now, so that should get me more chances on getting stleast some sponsors.
Gosh, I hope that Brianne, my so-called sylist, isn't a crazy looking as my prep team..
Jennet- coal black hair with multicolored streaks. Caleb, spiky orange hair. Last but not least; Talia. Plump, pale grey skin. Red hair. Freaky.
About three minutes later, a lady who I assume is my stylist, walks in the door, me only in a thin robe.
"Hi, Clove. I'm Brianne, your stylist," she says.
She looks so- formal. Thin black tank top- dark blue jeans. The only thing is that she has super big earings, the colour of the green sea. And, she has different shades of brown in her hair.
"Alright," I say atlast.
"Lets see what Talia, Caleb, and Jennet have done to you."
She runs her fingers through my hair, piled on top of my head with clips.
"Great," Brianne says. "I'd told them not to do anything to your hair except brush, and shampoo it."
As we sit down at an expensive-looking table, we chat and discuss the Chariot Rides.
I hope me and Cato get dressed into something good... Unlike those tributes from 12 every year. Most years they come out stripped naked with coal dust on them...
Our discussion is pretty much a blur, because before I know it it's time for the chariots.
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Brianne dresses me up in a golden outfit- which I'm not sure how it relates to our industry of weapon manufacturing or rock mining.
But it looks good on me, so whatever.
We meet up with Cato and his stylist- Daniel. A tall man who looks like he's in his thirties.
Cato is also in a gold reflective costume, and his sleeveless top exposes his muscles- wouldn't want to wrestle him in the arena..
And the chariots begin.
First, of course, is district one.
I'm set aside by the female tribute and her outfit. Bright gown- huge hot pink headdress, and a necklace- Now I remember, their district is luxury.
A couple seconds later, it's our turn. Our chariot comes rolling into the tribute parade and the crowd cheers.
"Clove! Cato!"
"Kah-love!"
I get a glimpse of my face in the large tv screen. My face, confident, caked with makeup.
The other chariots come rolling in, one by one.
The crowd roars in amusement- wait, at the district twelve tributes.
I look up at one of the tv screens.
They're on fire! Wearing black suits... Ive got to say, they're stylists much be one of the best, or atleast new, because on all the previous years, the tributes from 12 are always in idiotic looking outfits, or ugh, naked with coal dust...
But, ugh, they're stealing our spotlight! What are they doing.. Holding hands? Pathetic. The girl though, looks extra confident with her chin up, while the wimpy-looking boy is unsteady, constantly looking from side to side as if he doesnt want to be there.. Of course he doesnt want to be there, he's freaked out on how and if he'll die. The girl, I'll kill her with my own hands..
Damn girl... I think of how I will kill her in the arena.
Everyone's cheering "Cat-Ness!" or something, I dont know.
No, they should be chanting "Clove," for me! Not her! I seriously dislike her already.
I'll kill her.. With a knife.
Or maybe two. Or three, four, five.. She'll be dead in day.
Author's Note:
Sorry if that was short! Yes, I know, some of you probably read this really fast, sorry about that! Lol, anyways, as I said, Chapter 4 will be posted tomorrow! Im really behind on Chapter 5 but tonight I'll try to write it as I haven't started yet and hopefully it'll be done by Saturday! Next chapter; is alled "Pre-Training", which is RIGHT after the Chariots but before training!
Any ways, thanks for reading so far! Rate & Review! :)
~ I-Clove-U