District Five
Tributes- Marissa Jacobs 12 and Jacob Crane 14
Marrisa Jacobs 12 POV
"Mariiii-ssa!" shouts my stylist, Alec. "Uh oh…" I run down the hallway of my stylist office and hide in a broom closet. All day I have been subject to waxing, plucking, and other cosmetic tortures. I could hardly imagine what they would want to do now, pluck my eyelashes? I was prepared to hide for hours but there was one problem. When I opened the door to the broom closet, I slammed into an Avox. "Oh! I'm sorry! I was just-" The Avox shook his head at me and in one quick motion lifted me over his shoulders.
"Hey! Let me go! I said let me go!" I pounded his back but he walked purposefully to the makeup table. "Mariiii-ssa! Where have you been! I need to make you over for the Opening Ceremonies!" I nod and he sets to work washing my hair and painting my face. When he finished my face is a burnt orange and my cheekbones are colored neon pink. I groan, "What is my outfit?" "Oh you'll love it!" He dashed out of the room. A few minutes later, he comes back with a horrid orange bikini and a white lab coat with goggles.
"You like?" He says hopefully. I nod slowly, "It's pretty…" I say lying through my teeth. He does a little jump and claps his hands together. "Wonderful! Now let's get you dressed!" He gives me the clothes and I change in the dressing room. I feel naked with the skimpy bathing suit but I have to wear it anyway. I pull on the lab coat and goggles and step outside. "You look beautiful! Now time to do your hair!" He pulls out a sphere that crackles with electricity. Grabbing my hand, he makes me touch it. A tingling sensation shoots through me and my hair stands on end. I look at myself in the mirror and my hair is completely straight but standing 3 feet into the air on top of my head.
The tips are sizzled and blond instead of my usual brown and I look like I was caught on the receiving end of a lightning bolt. I groan and hit my head on the table. "You don't like it?" Alec pouts. "It's… beautiful."
Jacob Crane 14 POV
"Listen bud! I'm not wearing that, and you can't make me!" I hold up a sparkling orange Speedo. "What kind of sick person would wear this?" I shout at my stylist, Portland. "I think it looks gorgeous and you are going to wear it, I'm not giving you a choice." She leaves the room and brings back two men. They pick me up by the elbows and toss me into a seat. Portland presses a button and little handcuffs strap me to the chair. "Now, will you change into the outfit or will I have to put it on for you?" I don't want her removing my clothes so I nod grudgingly. She releases me and I change behind a curtain.
The men stay behind me while she decorates my body with orange and pink beads and teases my hair into a tangled mess. When she finishes I look horrible. Marissa and my stylist bring us to the large tunnel under the Opening Ceremony's stadium behind the gates. Carriages, horses, tributes and their stylists rush around yelling and adding the finishing touches to their outfits. The only pair of tributes that look worse than ours is the District 12. Startlingly, they are completely naked with a little bit of black coal dust rubbed on their body. I feel a little better about my costume but not much. We are herded into the carriage and the horses begin to trot into the stadium.
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