Iris
A tall, black haired man walked into the styling room. I sighed in relief and jumped off the sofa I was lying on. Slipping of my robe, I let the stylist look at me.
"You're confident," he observed. I smiled and flicked my dark hair over my shoulder,
"Why wouldn't I be? I'm pretty, strong and have an amazing personality which makes people love me. I can easily win this, plus- I've heard big things about you and your creations." The man chuckled, his name was Nemsi and he had been the District 2 stylist for three years now, his creations were really stunning! Every District 2 tribute he's styled always look perfect and leave an impression. I couldn't ask for a better stylist.
"I doubt you'll need much work done, you're already beautiful," I smiled and put my robe on, sitting back down on the sofa.
"Let me guess, you have many big ideas about what you want to look like tonight?" I did, I had spent all day yesterday imagining what I would wear, I hardly even spoke to my prep team and I'm known to be sociable.
"I want to look like a goddess. I always choose that look and I won't feel confident without my gold bangles and eyeliner."
"Luckily for you, I took your reaping outfit as a massive clue to your favoured style. I think you'll like what I created." Nemsi grinned and left the room, he returned a couple of minutes later with a large white bag. My heart fluttered and I leapt up, I simply love getting new custom designed outfits! Nemsi un-zipped the bag and I saw the most beautiful chariot outfit in the world. It was as grey toga, not like the ones old men would wear in the ancient times but the gorgeous female versions. There was a big, gold brooch across the left shoulder that would hold up all the material, and it had a small print of a rainbow on it. I reached out to touch the imprint, a big smile spread across my face.
"Iris is the rainbow goddess, right?" I nodded. Nemsi handed me my outfit and I instantly put it on. It shaped my body beautifully; even with the thick material it showed all my perfect curves. Nemsi sat me back down on the sofa.
"Unfortunately you'll have to hold a chisel and hammer; after all, your District is masonry. But don't worry; I'll make sure you get to wear your gold bangles." My stylist stood up and called for my prep team, three flouncy people skipped into the room, armed with make-up, curling tongs and heaps of gold accessories. I was in heaven for the second time. I love make-up!
I stepped up onto the un-steady chariot beside Morpheus. I could tell the women of Panem will all be in love with him after this outfit is shown. He was wearing a grey toga like mine, except his was a lot lower cut and it showed of quite a lot of his toned, tanned chest. Lucky Morpheus had been given a spray tan so his skin was smooth and perfect, shining with an exotic glow. His prep team had chopped and styled his hair into soft black curls, and even though he had a golden headband in his hair, he couldn't look more masculine. He smiled down at me,
"You look pretty,"
"Thank-you," I smiled. My hair had been curled into soft ringlets that bobbed beside my shoulders; half of it was pinned up into a loose bun, the other half were left free. I had at least 5 thick gold bangles on each arm, my face was tanned and my brown eyes framed with thick black eyeliner. I looked over my shoulder, wondering what the other tributes looked like. None looked all that beautiful unlike me and Morpheus, they all looked scared. I looked forward and leaned out the chariot, trying to get a look at the District 1 pair. They were wearing tight silver jumpsuits and their skin was painted with silver gems, ugh, how tacky. Me and Morpheus defiantly looked the best! The District 1 chariot rolled forward towards the cheering crowds, my stomach made little flips of excitement. I held up my hammer and chisel, which had been painted gold, and waited for our chariot to move. The capitol crowds cheered as we rode past, clapping. I smiled and blew an old man a kiss, he blushed, what is it with capitol men and blushing? Morpheus laughed beside me, jumping up and down in the chariot which made it rock back and forth in a sickening way almost like a boat on water.
"Stop it," I hissed, smiling and waving. Morpheus started rocking the chariot more; I laughed and brought my foot down hard on his own bare foot. He yelped and pushed me away, but luckily I was holding the sides of the chariot so I didn't fall off. The crowd's attention wasn't on us anymore so hopefully no one saw my little stumble. That would have been embarrassing! I continued to wave and smile as our chariot stopped just below president Snows podium. A gasp rang out around the clearing; I turned around and saw the District 4 chariot had just arrived. The boy was small and looked far too young to actually be competing, the girl was the one I had spotted from the reaping, Celina.
"Wow, she's so pretty." The crowd swooned, anger bubbled inside me. How could they say she's pretty when a goddess was here? I'm the pretty one in this game, not some stupid fish monger! The girl looked around, waving nervously. She caught my eye and I gave her my best I-am-going-to-kill-you-when-we-get-in-the-arena stare, she looked away quickly, dropping her hand and letting her sea blue locks fall across her face. The crowd gave a loud awws; I gripped my hammer and launched it towards her chariot. It scattered on the ground a few metres short, the crowd fell silent. I smiled, and waved, flicking my hair and batting my eye lashes. The crowd clapping lightly and the District 5 chariot arrived. Celina's chariot rolled to a stop, I smiled, staring at her, she looked away.
"Relax, Iris." Morpheus smiled "she's not as pretty as you are."
"Your right, I am way more beautiful than her! The capitol crowds must be blind to say she's pretty. She has blue hair for god's sake!" Morpheus laughed,
"I think its hair dye Iris, but yeah your right, the capitol people are blind." The pair of tributes from District 1 giggled beside me, I turned around, glaring at them.
"And what do you think you're laughing at?" I snapped the girl tribute looked away from me, her cheeks flaming.
"How paranoid you are, you are way prettier than that District 4 girl." I smiled, flicking my hair and pursing my lips. The boy tribute grinned, and blew me a kiss. What a suck up. The next few chariots arrived in a large semi-circle and president Snow stepped forward to speak, I can't say I was listening, I was more aware of the District 1 boy staring at-well, where he shouldn't have been staring. I'll punch him later for that move. The chariots jerked forward again and we were led back into the training centre. I jumped down from my chariot as soon as it stopped, Morpheus joined me.
"Hey, wait up!" The District 1 boy called, grabbing my arm, I jerked away from him because I hate being touched. "Don't go just yet. You two look tough; Diamond and I are really tough, training all our lives. How about we become allies, keep us all alive live and win this thing if we do."
"Sure whatever," I said, rolling my eyes. The District 1 tributes were not going to win this game, me or Morpheus would. The District 4 girl walked quickly past us towards the elevator, her head down so her hair covered her face. I smiled, hitched up my dress and walked after her, Morpheus, Diamond and the District 1 boy followed. Celina tried to close the elevator doors but we already walked in, cornering her.
"Oh Celina, your soooo pretty," I said, touching her blue hair. The District 4 girl flinched and moved to the very back of the elevator.
"You're so toned Celina, look at your arms." The girl called Diamond giggled, jabbing Celina's arms. I smiled and stood beside Celina.
"Why are you being so horrible, I haven't done anything wrong?" Celina muttered, I gasped in fake surprise.
"Oh I'm not being horrible, I said you dry, greasy hair was nice." Celina clenched her fists and stared at the elevator door.
"Are you going to hit me fish girl. Do it, I dare you." Morpheus smirked,
"She won't lay a finger on you because she knows you'll break her neck." The elevator doors flew open and Celina barged past me, running down the corridor.
"I'll see you tomorrow pretty girl!" I screamed, Diamond and the District 1 boy ran down the corridor after her and just as the elevator doors closed I heard a pained, high pitched scream.