Chapter Three: The Chariots
I sit naked in a chair while my prep team cuts my nails into perfect ovals, and at the same time, trimming my hair. They don't take a lot off, thankfully, at most one inch of my hair is off. Than, they rub some kind of lotion all over my nude body. "It's a good thing your not as disgusting and ugly as the tribute last year!" one of the members of the prep team says.
The girl tribute last year had bushy black eyebrows and had blonde hair. She also had freckles when she was picked at the reaping. She died at the cornucopia though.
After about an hour of 'cleaning me up', a women from the team says, "When Perce gets a hold of you, your going to be flawless!" Huh. So my stylist is Perce. He was the boy stylist last year.
After taking a final look at me, they leave the room. I look down at the white marble floor. I looks stunning with the peach colored walls.
The door on the left side opens. Perce enters, his skin is a light shade of purple, with hair that is literally the color gold. He has a large black stenciled design on his face.
"Hello, I'm Perce, your stylist," he says in a heavy capitol accent.
"Hi," I say in a small voice.
He walks around my naked body and observes every aspect of it.
"Well, you aren't hideous exactly, but you do have a certain charm…" he says with his hand on his hip. He takes out a pen and a pad of paper and starts to write something.
"So, as you know, your district produces electricity." he says. "Looking at you, I see electricity as lightning. Caitlynn and I thought that you and Clayton's costumes should be inspired on a thunder storm. With lightning of course."
Than he shows me what he what he was drawing before. In the picture, it shows me in a glittering black outfit with lightning accented on it.
"It's beautiful!" I say with a small smile on my face.
"And you know what's even better? The lightning glows." he says.
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The smell of nail polish enters the room. My nails are painted a white-ish yellow-ish color. I am put in the outfit that was once on paper. Perce was right, the lightning glows. My hair is curled and put up in a bun. The prep team is putting a glittery powder on my skin, making me glow like the dress. Truthfully, I'm gorgeous. My chance of getting sponsors might be high.
We meet up with Clayton and his stylist, and he is dressed identical to me.
"I'm nervous," he says looking around the stable
"We look great," I tell him in reassurance. "We are sure to get sponsors."
"Yeah, I guess so." he says with an unconvincing smile on his face.
We are led to where the chariots and horses are. Our horse is grey with lightning colored mane.
We are put into the chariot, just when the opening music begins. Gigantic doors open, revealing a crowd lined street. District one goes out first, their costumes overflowing with diamonds. My stomach is churning by the time it reaches district six, my stomach is churning. Than, we are lead out to the streets. I glue a large smile to my face, and wave my left hand in the air.
As it gets darker, our costumes look even more amazing. Some people are throwing flowers at us. We aren't as stunning as district one, but we are still getting attention.
When we enter the City Circle, my ears are ringing. The crowd is wild. I hear a few people call my name. Not many though. Although my cheeks hurt, I widen my smile, exposing my teeth. I wish that this moment would last forever, so that I wouldn't have to enter the games.
I widen my smile as much as possible, even though I heard a small click in my mouth. I'm sure that I will have a few sponsors! Heck, I might even win the games!
All the chariots fill the loop of the City Circle, over to President Greye's mansion. Than the music ends. The president is a tall, lean man, with grey hair that has tips dipped in real silver.
"Welcome, tributes of the Fourty Sixth Annual Hunger games!" he calls out from a large balcony above us.
Then the national anthem plays, and we ride around the Circle once more, leading to the training Center. When we enter the doors, the prep team is babbling on about how we did a great job and blah, blah, blah. I can hardly understand a word their saying because of their weird capitol accent.
Than Perce and Caitlynn are there, helping Clayton and I down from the chariot.
Wanting to make Clayton and I feel better, I say, "We're sure to get sponsors, I mean, look at these costumes!" At least I think we'll win sponsors.
I glance around at the other tributes. A career tribute's probably going to kill me. Or I could kill them. But the idea of them losing their life, and their parents losing them doesn't appeal to me. I look down at my bracelet. If only I was an eagle, so I could escape the capitol and all this madness.
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