I do not have time to talk to Stefan about the Capitol and its beauty. Before I know it, we are separated again. I am lead into a room, besides District One, we're the only tributes so far. I inhale, slowly. The room has a clean smell, mixtures of different soaps fill the air.
I am ushered towards two people, a male and female. One, the male, has a light blue hair color, I can only think of the sky when I try to describe it. His eyelashes are long and curled, the same color blue as his hair. His skin is a soft gold, though, the more I think about it, the more I consider calling it yellow. He introduces himself as Emundis. I almost let my features give off the confusion and distaste I have for his name. I come to the conclusion that it fits his looks.
The female has a warm smile and she gives me a nod, greeting me. Her skin is a very light purple, a beautiful color. I can't help but stare. Her hair is purple as well, only a dark, deep, tint. She tells me her name is Arenia and I return her smile the best I can.
They remove my clothing, taking the ribbon from my hair, as well. Soon, I am standing completely naked in front of them. They stare, circling me once. I bit my lip, anxious for what they have planned for me. After a few minutes of this, they tell me to lie down on a table. They begin waxing the hair on my body. It's painful and I try to let my mind wander off. It is no use, though. When my mind begins to work, I am brought back to the waxing with a burning pain and a sharp ripping sound.
They wax my legs, and even under my arms. I can now feel warm water running over my body. I glance up, seeing Arenia washing my legs, my feet, every part of my body, making sure I am as clean as possible. I can feel fingers running through my hair, I assume it is Emundis.
After they rinse all the soap from me, they decide I am ready to meet my stylist. The feeling of excitement is about to explode out of my mouth. I bite my lip to keep myself silent.
I am taken to a different room, it looks the same as the one before. It's empty, except for a table and a single chair. I climb onto the table and wait. It is not long before my stylist comes in, introducing herself as Luvious. Her hair is the same length as mine, but it's a bright yellow. It almost hurts my eyes in this dim light. Her make up is made up of various shades of the color red, and as she steps closer, I can see light pink markings swirling up her arms.
"I believe you're Quinn Fabray, from District Two." She states. I nod in reply. Her voice is high and I can hear the excitement in her tone. "I'm going to make you beautiful." She says. I stare into her eyes.
In no time, the entire team, consisting of Luvious, Emundis and Arenia are making me over. I close my eyes and let them do their work, feeling their fingers through my hair and against my skin as they apply different creams and pigments. When told to do so, I stand, feeling fabric slip over my head and cover my body.
I open my eyes and see the results. My hair is woven into this intricate design, there is a band going around my head, almost the same yellow as my stylist's hair. The clothes on my body are almost skin tight. The pattern resembles a building, made out of brick. My skin is flushed out, almost white and I can see how this would work with my District. After all, we are in the business of Masonry.
I don't have time to soak it all in, before I am being rushed out of the room. I overhear Emundis call Luvious a genius and true artist. I feel my lips curling into a smile, knowing he's talking about my look.
We make it to the waiting area, and I can see the other Tributes pouring in. It's almost time for the parade through the Capitol. I close my eyes, and before I can try to calm my nerves, I hear my name. I turn in the same direction and I can see Stefan being escorted towards me.
His outfit is the same as mine, only he is in a tailored suit and it fits him well. I can see the frame of his body, the build he has and I can do nothing but admire him. By the time he reaches me, I feel like he is doing the same. His eyes travel down my body, quickly, and he flashes one of his perfect smiles.
We stand there, both glancing around at the other tributes, when it's time for us to climb onto our chariot. My hands grip the railing in front of us and I take a deep breath, preparing for the crowds. The doors open and it begins. District one rolls forward and I can hear the audience clapping and cheering.
In no time, our chariot begins to move and I close my eyes, taking in one final breath before we move through the gate. When I open my eyes, I am surrounded by the crowd, hearing them cheer and call Stefan's name, as well as my own. I smile a bright smile, and what I can also hope, is intimidating. We ride through and I swear I can hear them cheering louder by the time we reach the end.
President Snow gives us a speech about honor and sacrifice. The crowd cheers one last time, before we move through the gates and it's over. I exhale, only realizing now that I was holding my breath. Stefan climbs down first, extending his hand to help me down. I thank him.
Nathaniel and Pepper walk up to us, praising our costumes. I thank them and we begin to make our way to the second floor, our floor. We take a short ride in an elevator, exiting into a hall.
Stefan and I are escorted to different rooms. When I reach my room, I shut the door and remove the headband from my hair. I shed the clothes, laying them on the bed carefully. I walk into the bathroom, stepping into the shower. It is almost the size of my house in District Two. I press a few buttons on the control panel, and hot water springs out, falling onto my body. The smell of vanilla and roses fill the room.
After, I wrap a towel around my body and make my way towards the bed, crawling under the blankets. They feel like silk against my skin. I close my eyes, only now realizing how tired I truly am. It feels like the reaping took place days ago. Before I can fathom any other thoughts, sleep takes over and everything goes black.