Hey guys, sorry for the long wait. Someone has asked me for an update day, so I'm going to make it Friday. I know once a week is a long time, but what can I say, homework is crazy.
Thanks for all the reviews! It really makes me want to write more.
Disclaimer: even if I had been named Suzanne Collins, I would still not own the hunger games
I shift uncomfortably on the cold metal table, wincing slightly as another strip of hair is ripped from my body.
"Sorry" the lady with aqua hair tells me. "Youre just soo Hairy!"
I've been in the remake center for more than three hours and I still haven't met my stylist.
"You're doing very well" says a guy with orange corkscrew locks named Flavius. "if there's one thing we can't stand, it's a whiner. Grease her down!"
After a few minutes, they seem almost convinced that I'm ready, they check me over in a mirror, still ripping stray bits of hair.
"Excellent" says Flavius "You almost look like a human being now!" they all laugh.
I force my lips into a smile. "Thank you" I say sweetly. "We don't have much cause to look nice in district twelve"
This wins them over completely. "Of course, you don't, you poor darling!" says Octavia, a woman with green skin, clapping her hands in distress.
"But don't worry" says the aqua haired lady named Venia "by the time Cinna's through with you, you're going to be absolutely gorgeous."
"We promise! You know, now that we've rid you of that hair and filth, you're not horrible at all!" says Flavius encouragingly. "Let's call Cinna!"
They run out, practically giggling. Its hard to hate them, as strange as they are, I feel like they're genuinely trying to help me.
The door opens once again and a young man, who must be Cinna walks in.
He looks so... Normal. He's tall, with olive skin and brown hair. The only Capitol feature on him is a streak of gold eyeliner, which brings out flecks of green in his brown eyes. I would say he's quite attractive.
He smiles at me sadly, giving me a moment before speaking.
"Hello Katniss. I'm Cinna, your stylist" he says in a quiet voice, somewhat lacking in the Capitol's affectations.
"You're new aren't you?" I say, as he checks me over "I don't think I've seen you before"
"Yes, this is my first year in the games" says Cinna.
"So they gave you District 12" I say
"I chose district twelve" he says. "Who did your hair?"
"My mother" I answer
"It's beautiful, she must have very clever fingers"
I jus nod. Cinna walks over, handing me a plastic robe.
"You can put this on, then we can go eat. He says.
We walk over to a shiny mahogany table, and I take a seat. Cinna pushes a button on the table, and the food shows up. I stare in disgust at how easy it is for them, all the food they could want with a push of a button.
"We must seem pretty horrible to you" Cinna says, looking up. "We have everything we want, and you've probably never had a full stomach in you entire life" I don't know how to answer him.
"No matter" he says. "So, Katniss, about your costume for the opening ceremonies. My partner, Portia, is the stylist for your fellow tribute, Peeta. And our current thought is to dress you in complementary. Costumes." says Cinna. "As you know, it's customary to reflect the flavor of the district"
For the opening ceremonies, you're supposed to wear something that suggests your district's principal industry. This means that coming from District 12, Peeta and I will be dressed up in some kind of miners getup. Since miners outfits aren't very becoming, the tributes from twelve usually end up in skimpy outfits. One year, the tributes had been stark naked and covered in black powder to represent coal dust. It was terrible.
"So, I'll be in a coal miner outfit?" I ask. Hoping it won't be indecent.
"Not exactly. You see, Portia and I Think that coal miner thing's very overdone. No one will remember you in that"
I'll be naked for sure, I think.
"So rather than focus on the coal mining itself, we're going to focus on the coal." says Cinna.
Naked and covered in black dust, around Peeta. I think.
"And what do we do with coal? We burn it," says Cinna. "You're not afraid of fire, are you, Katniss?" he sees my expression and grins