Crystal Rivers' POV
After a night of a restless sleep, Caspian Carlon, my mentor bursts through my bedroom door startling me. I quickly scramble out of bed and turn to face him.
"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" I ask, irritated at his rudeness.
"Listen, you have a long day ahead of you. You have to meet your stylist and get ready for the parade, tonight," he responds.
Caspian's spiky brown hair glistens with water, like he just got out of the shower and his green eyes shine with kindness. From the few days that I've known Caspian, he has seemed like a nice guy. However, he can be harsh at times.
As my mentor leaves, I rise from my large bed and fold back the light green blanket. When I open up my closet, I'm overwhelmed by the choices of clothes. Unsure, I randomly reach in and pick out a pair of blue pants and a royal blue blouse.
Not wanting to upset Caspian and Amelia, I quickly rush to the dinning room for breakfast. As I sit down between Amelia and James, an Avox serves me a stack of pancakes drenched in strawberry sauce. I quickly eat as Amelia gives me the schedule of the day. Sometimes she can be really uptight and Caspian said she has OCD, whatever that is.
"Today you will be getting your makeovers from your stylist. Tonight is the chariot parade, where we will present you to the world. Your stylists have chosen costumes for you, which you will wear as you make your first capital appearance on national television," Amelia says with an uptight tone in her high pitched voice.
"Do you know what our costumes are?", James asks.
"That is for you to find out tonight, now get going. You absolutely CANNOT be late," Amelia practically screams at us as James and I quickly rush out of the room.
In our haste, we run into a woman in a poofy dress. As we look up at her, we notice her large black hair with bright purple streaks. She seems like a normal person, instead of a typical capital woman. Her eyes are brown instead of pink or purple and her skin is dark, unlike some people with green skin or orange tans.
"There you are! We're running late! Come, come quickly, you two. We need to start the makeovers as soon as possible if you want to be ready for tonight," She says in a loud fussy voice.
Great, another OCD capital person we have to spend hours with. James and I exchange a look of annoyance as we reluctantly follow her.
"My name is Ivria Turquoise and I'm going to be your stylist this year. You two are very lucky because this year, District Four is going to have the best costumes and outfits that everyone is going to be talking about," she says as we try to keep up with her long strides.
When we reach the makeover room, James and I are separated into two rooms.
"Crystal, I'm going to be working with you first and then I'll be with your brother. So I'll be showing you your costume and then I'll be handing you over to your prep team," Ivria says quickly.
"So this is going to be your chariot costume," Ivria holds up a navy blue jumpsuit.
"Is that it? It seems really plain," I inquire. I thought we were going to have some of the best outfits in the games.
"Of course this isn't it! Do you think I have no taste at all? In this suit, there's a mechanism that makes bubbles rise from the suit. I was inspired by a games a few years ago when the District Twelve costumes had fire coming out. So, I thought, what if we did the same thing, but with bubbles!" Ivria exclaims. It really was an amazing idea.
"You will try this on once your prep team is finished with your hair and makeup. Now I have to go to your brother to show him his costume." With that, Ivria rushes out leaving me alone with my prep team.
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Justice Blain's POV
After Sarnia rushes me to the makeover room, getting lost on the way, I finally am waiting for my stylist in a small room. I'm sitting on a metal bench surrounded by bottles of colorful liquids and strange contraptions that are supposed to make you pretty. I'm nervous for what the stylists will do For my costume. Usually, District Six has some of the worst un creative costumes, like a wrench or a bus or something corny like that. I hope that I could at least wear something stylish.
Over the past few days, I've gotten to know my partner, Trevor, a little bit. I feel very sorry for him. He's only twelve and small for his age. I'm afraid he won't even make it past the bloodbath.
Interrupting my thoughts, my stylish wanders into the room. He seems young for a stylist, maybe early twenties. Most of them are at least thirty. He looks like a typical capital man, with brilliant purple eyes and green hair. But somehow, through the freakish style, he looks handsome.
"My name is Kronos Havelock and I'm going to be your stylist," he says. Despite his tall build, Kronos's voice is kind and gentle. "I have some great ideas for your outfits this year, much better than the past few years. Those stylists ran out of good ideas years ago. I mean have you seen some of those costumes?" He asks me. I can't believe a capital person is insulting the tributes outfits!
"Remember when that one kid last year was dressed a bus?" I ask, joining in on the fun.
"That one was the worst one yet!" Kronos laughs. I smile for the first time in days. I'm finally having fun with someone, despite the dire situation.
"Anyways, I've been working on this idea for the past few months and it's been working great. Here it is!" He pulls out a dress from a bag.
It is sparkly silver and electric blue patchwork with red and green wires sprouting from it, sparking. It is beautiful in a strange artistic way and I love it. I slip it on and look in the mirror.
I looked like a princess, but more high tech. I was glowing from the sparks from the wires.
"I love it, thanks!" I tell Kronos. He smiles at me and leaves me with my prep team to work with Trevor.
A/N
The next chapter will finally begin the parade! Thank you Oceanebreeze13 for Ivria, peeta6in6real6life for Caspian, and becauseofkillianjones for Kronos! I have another poll on my profile for the hosts name, so go check it out! Here's the trivia.
What are Athena May's brothers' names?
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