Chapter 4- Playing Dress-up
Chinzie's POV
I feel my cheeks fill with heat as I run down the hall, away from Jacob.
"Cut it out!" I mentally scream at myself. It is so classic. Fall in love with a boy when you are suddenly faced with imminent death. I do not love this boy, I have never even spoken to him. I need to get my head in the game. I walk into my room, absent mindingly turning on the shower. The room is nothing special, not anything compared to my room back home. Multi-colored walls, scenery windows, fancy gadgets that bring something to me with a press of a button, I have all of this and more in my closet! Hello, the least they could do is make are quarters a bit special, I mean seriously!
I emerge from my "room" wearing a neon pink shirt and yellow pants (Hey, I know what you are thinking, but my mom taught me everything I know about style in the Capital). I walk across the hall to the dining room and sit as far away as possible from Jacob as the avoxes bring out a splendid lunch. Even growing up in the Capital, every meal makes me gasp with joy and makes my mouth water. Avoiding Jacob's curious stare, I try to make friendly conversation. Well, not friendly, more strategic.
"So Peeta," I say between mouthfuls of apple tart, "What's are best bet for getting out of the cornucopia?"
"As my mentor, Haymitch would say, 'Stay Alive'." Peeta answered, chuckling to himself.
"I know that's not funny, you guys are in a serious situation, but the time for mentoring will come later, first you must go to your stylists to be readied for the the tribute interviews."
I slowly get up from the table, finishing my apple tart. Jacob and I silently walk toward the elevator.
Peeta's POV
I watch as the two tributes I am mentoring leave the room, the girl staying strong while the boy silently breaks down. I can't believe Katniss and the other victors who voted for these Games to continue. Why? They are just going to cause another rebellion.
I am very saddened at my wife's decision. Especially since the boy, Jacob, is so clearly and utterly in love with that girl.
Stylist's POV
I march around Chinzie's naked body, perplexed. What am I going to do with this girl. She is not nice, pretty, or sexy. Her hair falls in bright red chunks unevenly around her head. This year's interviews are just to introduce the tributes. There is no district to represent. The stylists are totally free to do as they please. I cannot think of anything!
Aww, that's it! FEROCIOUS!
Chinzie's POV
The stupid stylists circles me like an idiot.
"What's your name?" he asks.
"Chinzie" I growl. I don't want to be turned into a human-sized BRATZ doll.
A stupid smile pops onto his face as he leads me into a different room.
"Is there anyway I can dress myself?
"No, no, I am your stylist, I am here to make you look perfect! Now step into this"
Whoa.
I look at myself in the mirror and am suddenly happy to be dressed up like a doll. I look like a totally different person. Even without make-up, hair, and shoes, I instantly feel different. I even feel kind of pretty. I have never felt pretty. My hair is bright red and is too thick. I have no piercings or tattoos and my face is always free of makeup. The only hairstyle I attempt is a low ponytail.
But, gosh, I look beautiful.
After my stylist puts makeup on me and fixes my hair, I finally get the full affect. I look like a…. ninja. Not just any ninja. My hair is styled intricately in a style similar to Katniss' reaping hair style. My hair is dyed black.I have make-up that brings out my eyes, which are bright blue. My dress is black and fits tightly to me body. My back and stomach are exposed and the dress is held together by straps down my sides. The dress goes down to my knees. Across my forehead is a black strap with jewels all around it. My shoes are simple black flats.
Peeta calls me out and Jacob out for the interviews. We will be watching the other interviews from our floor on the television and will proceed upstairs to the 13th floor for the live interviews that take place on the roof. I step out of my room and into the hallway.