Were greeted by our prep teams. Mine are composed of two men and one woman, all with dark purple outfits, Laven's of two women and a man, and we are whisked off alongside other tributes our gender. Not much is done to me, my hair is washed, they put me in a weird shower, I'm given some kind of sobriety pill, my stubble is neatened, and I can't imagine what it's like for Laven. Amongst women and she's the only girl. I wonder if she'll get sympathetic looks, like I gave her, I wonder if they'll all talk like old friends, because that's what's happening here. Casual chit chat. Nothing to do with the games. Finally, I'm taken into a separate room and am thoroughly examined by a pleased team of fuckin weirdos. My stylist walks in, a tall man with ridiculous hair. He soon decides he wants me in a 'manly get-up' whatever that means.
I don't care, because all I can think about is that in a few hours, I'll be on my chariot again.
And soon, I'm 2 minutes away from it. My stylist has put me in a black suit that has extra padding for the shoulders, and red flares here and there, like fire. I do look manly, I'll give him that. Laven walks into the room, and she's in a dress that flows out at her hips, it fades into red then orange. The stylists have stuck with the fire theme, not the coal one. you can't see her feet. Her hair is done up in a tight braided rose, and she looks kinda silly.
I don't want to laugh, but the look on her face is too pissed off for me to just say nothing. I begin to chuckle and she just shoots me a look that gets everyone else in the room laughing, because she's so small but so fierce.
She climbs on to her chariot, and I realise how tall she actually is. She's not tiny, although, her stylist may have stuck her in some high heels. Yep, they definitely have. She hadn't reached my shoulder before, just a few inches off.
She actually looks intimidating. I wonder if her stylist is Cinna.
Soon, the parade is starting. We go last as always, and, not so usual, the stadium erupts in a deafening applause. Cheers, screams, roses. Laven is hanging on to the chariot for dear life, and she looks bored, in a way.
Good girl. These strategies always work.
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Happy Hunger Games, Haymitch.
FanfictionAu- Katniss and Peeta didn't survive the 74th games, and the female tribute is reaped as usual. Haymitch grows to feel like a father to the girl, and decides to protect her life... No matter what it takes.
