None of these tributes were chosen because of favouritism. I choose them completely randomly for no particular reason.
Waylon Wilder
District 3
Honestly, I don't dislike anyone in the Capitol as much as I thought I would. I thought they'd all be poking me, talking about how they can't wait for me to die but really, the worst thing they've done is taken away my hat.
Obviously, I'd rather they hadn't but they kinda needed to to wash my hair.
"So um, what are you guys doing?" I say, watching them put gloop onto a bit of my hair.
"OMG right," one of them says, "We're trying to dye this bit of your hair red but you're already like, ginger and I keep saying that it isn't gonna be noticeable but we have to do it anyway or we might not get payed!"
I take back what I previously said. How can one person be this obnoxious?
After finishing applying the gloop, with a huge sigh, they begin painting my eyes and lips neon green.
They then wash out the gloop, leaving one strand Scarlett compared to the gingery red of every other strand. Despite what Miss Obnoxious thinks, it's actually pretty noticeable.
"So, Waylon," a (hopefully) less obnoxious member if the prep team smiles at me. "Would you rather your nails be painted a neon green or a glow in the dark green?"
I honestly have no idea what the difference is, I thought neon WAS glow in the dark.
"I don't know," I answer truthfully, "Glow in the dark?"
She nods at me as if I just made a hard desision and begins to paint my nails.
"Finally!" The obnoxious one says and I take that to mean that they're finished.
"We'll see you later Waylon. I hope you enjoy your chariot costume."
I nod my head and wave at them as they walk out. However annoying one of them was, it has to be better than meeting the guy that basically controls how liked I am by the Capitol.
Aspen Beech
District 7
My prep team washes my hair with a weird kind of soap. I wonder if the boys have to go through this. If Runyon smelt this exact smell.
Their next step is to take out a machine of some kind and plug it in. Once it's ready, they put it to a section of my hour and it comes out shiny and glossy looking and straighter Once they be finished making my whole head look like that they chose a strand near the front of my head. They carefully pin the rest of my hair away from it and smear gloop into it.
About half an hour later, when they've finished painting tiny leaves onto my nails they wash the gloop out. The hair that used to be a soft brown is now a startling red. The colour of blood.
They then begin to wax any hair not on my face. At first I wince at every strip but the pain starts to go after a few strips.
They then white out my features and paint my face over to look woodlandy.
Vines are everywhere, curling around my neck, on my eyelids, on my arms. My lips are painted forest green and my eyes look like some kind of creatures eyes.
My hair is placed in two buns on the side of my head, tied together with green and brown ribbons. I already look different than before and this is before my costume.
I am waiting for a moment, acutely aware of my robe being my only modesty protecter, when my stylist comes in. With how theatrically she walked I was half expecting her to have backing music.
But the only sound accompanying her were the 'hmm's' and 'ha's' she made looking at me.
Kevlar Clark
District 8
"His hair is too short," I hear my one of my prep team say, "How are we gonna add the dye."
I unconsciously put my hands up to my hair. Dye?
"Oh chill out kid," the oldest of my prep team says, "It's just a streak of colour! Nothing like what I have." As if to prove his point, he pulls on his purple hair.
That doesn't really reassure me but I allow my hands to drop from my head. "We could just dye the tips instead of adding a streak?"
"How about no dye at all?" I ask but they ignore me and begin to apply something to the ends of my hair. After primping my face around a bit more they wash it out.
I almost faint in shock. The ends of my hair are bright blue! Whatever these people are on... I'd like some.
They wax off all of my leg hair, acting like I'm not screaming in pain. Luckily, they don't touch my arms.
I wish I had my trumpet right now partly so I had something from home, partly so I could annoy my prep team, but my mentor made me leave it in my room for the week before taking me to my prep team.
They stop waxing me and for a blessed moment they appear to be done with me but then they bring out makeup.
Its not like I've not worn it before, when Jaeda started wearing makeup I was her 'model' to practice on. However this is more than a bit of mascara.
They paint my eyelids a vibrant gold that actually goes well with my skin tone. They then make my eyes look wild.
They don't really add any anywhere else before deeming me ready for my stylist.
"Hello.. Kevlar," he says, obviously taking a few seconds to remember my name. "I would advise you stay still whilst I put on your costume. We wouldn't want me sticking my pins anywhere would we?"
His tone suggests that that is exactly what he wants to do to me.
And when I see my costume I wish he'd done just that- in my eyes.
Vissie Tera
District 11
I've decided that the real survivor part of these Hunger games is surviving through the 'prettifying' process.
I swear, when one of my prep team saw my hair they literally squeaked and despite my protests- and I can assure you, there were protests, they spent ages brushing them all out.
My head feels numb.
After they finished torturing my head- or so I thought, they began to wax me. They must really not like my hair because almost all of it was ripped from my body. My eyebrows, which had been thick before, were now perfectly stencilled. All my small imperfections were gone, the scar on my forehead from running into a tree when I was 6, was now invisible.
I thought they were done with my hair after ruining it completely but evidently they weren't. First they washed it, making it softer than it has ever been, I didn't hate that bit exactly.
But then, they started taking a section and putting weird gunk on my hair.
"What are you doing!" I just about remember not to yell but my prep team still winces.
"We're putting a red streak in your hair. It's your team colour."
I roll my eyes, "Won't we have uniforms?" I ask.
"Y-yes but this way you can't chop and change. And it'll help the Capitol identify you in the interviews."
"My hair feels violated," I mutter and to my surprise one of my prep team- the youngest quietest one, laughs.
They apply makeup to my face, making my slightly small eyes stand out and look big. My lips look red against my cocoa brown skin and although I don't look like me I look almost pretty.
"You're done!" One of my prep team says triumphantly, "Your stylist will be with you soon!"
My stylist walks in and I almost laugh in relief. My stomach was in knots expecting some crazy Capitol man.
Whilst her style might be crazy, she is decidedly female.
Heipua Tajah
I guess I loved the chariot rides. Seeing the tributes in their district clothes was boring and almost downright painful but the chariots made them either beautiful, handsome or hilarious.
My favourite was hilarious. Like the year the two from 4 were placed in tanks of water and one of them ended up getting hypothermia and still having to go into the games.
She died instantly which was kinda annoying as I'd thought she might win.
Thats why the chariot rides are important.
The girl from one looked alright in a flowy dress, starting off pale but getting darker towards the bottom. She had a belt with a red jewel on and the bottom of her dress had tiny little jewels. Her hair was in a bun.
However, the boy looked kinda ridiculous. He had a dark brown toga and a cape the colour of the girl's dress. His belt had a smaller, blue jewel.
District Two costumes were kinda weird but not quite stupid enough to be considered ridiculous. The girl was wearing a ragged grey dress that was longer at one side than they other and had a brick pattern covering her face.
The boy was wearing the same thing but his 'dress' was shorter and had a straighter hem. More of it was covered up in the brick pattern with just the skirt being grey.
The girl in 3 was wearing a floor length black dress and the boy was wearing a suit with a green tie. Their eyelids and lips were both bright green.
I honestly felt slightly sorry for the tributes from 4. Their costumes hardly covered up anything. The girl was wearing a shell bra and a sort of blue cloak thing. The boy was naked except a blue wrap around, preserving his privacy. They were both wearing flip flops and shell necklaces.
The girl from 5 had a very short, very tight, midnight blue jumpsuit. It was long sleeved with shoulder pads. It kinda had a diamond pattern.
The boy was in the same thing except the shorts were longer and he had a lot more belts. They both had boots but the girls were plain blue and the boys had laces.
The tributes from 6 had black cat suits with green, yellow and red hexagons stuck to them. The girl kinda had a peacock tail but the boy's kinda looked like a skirt.
I should probably be remembering the names better but I don't see the point. 23 of them will be dead soon.
Its like the two from 7's stylists never met. The girl has painted green arms and it looks like a tree is curling around her with a flowing skirt but the boy is wearing white except a few places on his pants that are blue and look to have writing on them.
The two from 8 are strange. The girl is wearing a grey leotard and the boy is wearing too tight grey shorts. They both have long pink capes.
I sit, scrutinising them, when the boy trips over his long cape. I almost hope for a broken arm or something but he just stands up, looking embarrassed.
I laugh my ass off.
The tributes from 9 are both wearing skirts made of corn. The girls goes to her knees at the front but her ankles at the back. She has a circular looking necklace, made of corn and covering up her breasts.
The boys is a lot shorter, plunging up dangerously at the sides. He's wearing sandles with bands going up to his knees and an armband made of corn. They both have red face paint though the girls is in the middle of her face and the boys is only on the sides.
The two from 10 are dressed up as cows with pathetic looking horns. The girl is a black and white cow with smaller horns, about 30 centimetres each if I had to make a guess.
The boy is brown and white and his horns are massive, although luckily for him he doesn't have a tail like the girl.
The girl and the boy from 11 are wearing pinky brown outfits. Whilst the girl looks okay in a long sleeved, ankle length dress, embroider with flowers, with a slightly too low neckline studded with flowers, and puffy sleeves. the boy looks dreadful. His all in one, is too tight, leaving nothing to the imagination. It's long sleeved and his hands are both covered except two fingers.
District 12 looks kinda futuristic, despite the fact most of them are peasants. They both have black leotards with elbow length sleeves and and the girl has blue things on her shoulders. Their tights are white at the thigh but turn black and have random bits of coal stuck to them.
We get a wide shot of them all together and the television screen fades to black.
I instantly pick up my phone and send a message to my friend. 'OMP have U seen the chariots yet?! The boy from 8 falling was LOL!'
She texts back and we talk until Mother starts yelling at me to sleep.
Check out the survivor page for the chariot costumes.
Wow! Chariots up and training next!
Trivia Question: What were Chihuahua dogs originally bred for?
Points:
(Answer was Somalia)
EllaRoseEverdeen- 60
ChillyIce- 20
Jul312- 20
Shadowking179- 20
Fun fact: 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321