Elisha's P.O.V
"Ah, fuck!" I yell. A crazy woman with unnaturally yellow hair just ripped off a shit ton of hair off my leg.
I'm lying down on a really cold metal bench, naked; fucking naked. Even though I haven't been in the Remake Centre long, I'm in pain from anything these people do.
"That's the fourth time you've sworn in 30 minutes of being here!" she says to me, shaking her head disapprovingly.
"I don't know what it's like in District 11, but it's unacceptable language in this society," an orange haired woman says.
"And do you remember what we said we'd do if you swore again?" a man with blue and red hair asks me rhetorically.
"Shit…" I say, just to piss them off more. Hey, it's not like they can make the punishment worse...
Several minutes later, I sit on the bench, my wrists and ankles tied together and the man's tie in my mouth as a gag. Just to top it all off, they've tied me to the bench, too. So they could make it worse...
"You can't swear here, young lady," the yellow haired lady says.
"Do you realise that this is more painful than being whipped?" I ask. Or at least try to ask; this gag makes it hard to talk.
"I can't hear you~," Miss Yellow Head sings.
So you want to ignore me, huh? Bitch, try your best.
"Blah, blah, blah," I attempt to say. RRIIIPP! Some more hair comes out. I scream, but continue talking, . "Blah, blah, blah, blah, bla-"
"Shut up! Oh my god! You don't like the pain? I don't care!" she screams at me.
Everyone in the room stares at her; even me. Nice, I made her crack.
"I need some air," she says, speed-walking out of the room and slamming the door behind her. Good, go away, you annoying weirdo.
I learn the names other two after Yellow-Head's been gone for about an hour.
The man with blue and red hair is called Fredrickson and the woman with orange hair is called Marcella. Pretty weird names, but I can't complain.
The lady with yellow hair was called Koreena, but I probably won't need to know her name, 'cause Fred and Cella say she probably quit the job because of me.
When the last hair comes off my body- at least, apart from the hair on my head- I sigh in relief; that was fucking painful.
Koreena still hasn't come back so I think she probably has quit.
"Time to meet Zandra!" Cella tells me. That must be my stylist. I wonder if he can make me memorable. I mean, if he can't, it would sort of defeat the purpose of making an alliance...
"Zandra is renowned all over the Capitol for her amazing clothing designs," Fred says. So it's a girl... Haha, what? I totally didn't think that was a guy's name...
"She's very famous. You're lucky to have her as your stylist." If she's famous, then how come I haven't heard of her? Oh that's right, that's because District 11 doesn't get shit from the Capitol!
"Well, we have to go now. Say 'hi' to Zandra for us!" they say and walk out the door. Without untying me... They could have at least allowed me to get myself off this cold ass bench!
I lie on the bench, still naked, tied up, cold, and feeling like a plucked groosling when Zandra the stylist comes in.
"I am Zandra. Put your robe on and sit down over here." Wow, not even a hello? Fine then.
She sits down on the small couch on the other side of the room, placing a large silver tray onto the glass top table in front of her.
"Uh, hi," I say; through my freaking gag.
"Come and have lunch or starve." Is she being serious right now?
"Fucking get me down from here!" I try to yell. My eyes are tearing up from the lack of oxygen I'm getting.
She looks up and appears slightly surprised at my current condition. What, did she not see me on her way in? God, this woman must be blind or something...
"Yes, help me!" I say, attempting to roll back and forth in my position.
Zandra reaches under the bench and quickly undoes the rope holding me down. I immediately rip the tie out of my mouth and gasp for air loudly.
"It's about time!" I shout at no one in particular, still breathing heavily.
I pull on the thin plastic robe, flop down on the plush red couch and start digging into the food in front of me.
For the first part we eat a chicken- a real chicken, filled with a thick cream and glazed with this weird apple sauce that tastes pretty awesome- and for dessert we have a sort of layered thing that Zandra calls a trifle, which also tastes awesome.
Actually, both the dishes taste so great, I think might never want to eat the food from District 11 again. Hey, if I win I might not even have to.
Then my stylist says, "Now, we must to talk about your Opening Ceremony costume."
"What am I wearing for this thing anyway?" I ask her, raising my eyebrows.
"Showing you would probably be easier."
It's called a unitard, apparently, it's dark brown and it has leaf and vine patterns running around from around my shoulders all the way down to my ankles. My hair's gonna be put in a bun and I'm gonna have a dark brown wooden hair thing with bronze leaves attached. Meh, I've never been good at describing clothes.
It actually doesn't look as freakish as I thought it would be; last year's tributes were dressed as trees, with real trunks around their waists and leaves randomly stung through their birds nest hair styles.
They looked pretty awful, but judging by the stuff in front of me, I'm gonna be look as awesome as my food tasted!
Afterwards, Zandra does my hair up and attaches the hairband perfectly, somehow, and we make our way out of the room.
We get into a box thing, that's apparently called an elevator; it moves up and down the floors of the Remake Centre. I've never even seen one before, let alone ridden in one, so I find it really amazing and hilarious as we move towards the ground.
Somehow, Zandra doesn't find it as funny as I do and she frowns at me, probably thinking, 'Shut up, you annoying child' I stop laughing, but it's too hard to keep the smile off my face.
The doors open when we reach the ground and the first thing I see is Jordan wearing a cow suit.
Oh god… She obviously doesn't have a very good stylist, just like our tributes last year.
"Don't you dare laugh."