Note: There's a Finnick quote in there somewhere ;)
I stand there, naked, as my stylist enters the room. His hair is dyed deep red, his eyes are dark, his skin is tanned. He wears silver eye-shadow, to match the swirling silver tattoos on his arms and face.
"Tomas," he introduces himself, holding out his hand. I don't take it. My arms are firmly crossed over my chest.
"Magnolia." I reply.
"District 4." He muses.
"Fishing." I complete, with a sigh.
"Magnolia," he says, slowly, "Where do the fish come from?"
And a smile spreads across my face as I whisper "The Sea."
The second part of my stylist's plan comes into action as our chariot begins to move. A light rain picks up over our chariot, beading us with tiny droplets of water. It slowly increases, drenching both me and Kaelyn.
My blonde curls are plastered to my head, my makeup smudged. My silver circlet gleams, the tiny sapphires reflecting the light. I am the Queen of the Ocean. I am imperfect. I am beautiful. I am terrible. I am unforgiving.
I notice Kaelyn's eyes on my chest, and look down. The water has plastered my torn white dress to my skin, the white material almost see-through. I blush, but I will not give him the satisfaction of crossing my arms.
"Alright there, Magnolia?" he sneers, "Sure you don't want to get dressed?"
"Why? Do you find this... distracting?" I smirk.
"At least I'm not half-naked." he snaps. I snort.
"What a snappy retort!" I marvel, "How do you think of them?"
He is saved from answering by the halt of the chariots, as President Snow welcomes us to the Games.
"And may the odds," he looks directly at me, out of snakelike eyes, "Be ever in your favour."