FRAGILE GIRL || THE HUNGER GAMES ¹

5.

"NICE, IT SOUNDS REALLY NICE..."

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This morning was peaceful. We arrived in the Capitol and were escorted to our rooms. Ares and I were right next to each other, while Klaudius and Celia were down the hall. After getting settled for the next few days, we stuffed our faces with weird Capitol food while Cesar Flickerman's voice played in the background. Celia insisted that we eat, so we forced ourselves to eat to the point we nearly puked.

Klaudius sat with us and we talked about home. The Games. Previous Games. Strategies and survival tips he had learned the hard way. So far I had learned that the best way of surviving was only showing any skills I learned in front of Gamemakers. Learning survival skills, finding fresh water, making traps and snares, etc. Making Allies. And finally, Remembering those you left behind and using them as motivation.

That phrase in particular stuck with me the most. "Remember those you left behind, use them as motivation..", kept on ringing in my head like a broken record. Going home is my main priority. I would not forget that for a second. I needed to go home to my Mom. I need to see her again.

"Gem of Panem..Mighty city..Through the ages you shine anew..We humbly kneel..To your ideal, and pledge our love to you..Gem of Panem, heart of Justice..Wisdom crowns your marble brow.."  A voice sings on the speakers.

Eating and chatting with everyone was more fun than this. Much more fun. For the last hour, I had been plucked, waxed, and smothered in lotions and fragrances of all kinds in the Remake Center. My legs now burned from being waxed and smothered in scented oils. My skin felt raw, like they had scrubbed off a layer of two. My hair had been tripped at the ends and washed with different scents making it now silky smooth.

The only thing I liked was that my hair was smooth and smelt like vanilla, just like Mom's. Once they had deemed me 'pretty enough', they stripped me of my clothes leaving me in nothing but a pair of underwear and bra. They didn't bother telling me. Not their names. Not what was gonna happen next. Not if we were waiting on someone. Nothing. I could only pick up the name, 'Pixie'. I didn't know who that was. Or what that was.

"You give us light, you reunite..To you we make our vow..Gem of Panem, seat of power..Strength in peacetime, shield in strife..Protect our land..With armored hand, our Capitol..Our life.."  The voice continues to sing.

Biting my lip nervously, nerves filled my stomach at each passing second. What was going to happen next? Standing patiently on the mini pedestal, I heard the doors open from behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I find myself looking at the back of a head; stray pink curls trailing down to their shoulders. Turning to me, she gives me a warm smile flashing her pearly white teeth.

Looking her up and down, I notice that she is dressed in a simple yet elegant sparkly purple pinkish dress. It was certainly more tame than other Capitol citizens. Her hair was a mix of half up and half down with a few strands pinned back with a pearl covered hair clip. Her make-up was a mix of natural colors with the occasional sparkle of pink. She reminded me of a fairy.