Quelling the Flames

Clara Roberts , District 8, Task 1

After boarding the train to get to the Capitol. I had people picking at my skin probably removing some of my skin. I'll say my skins never looked so cleaned and pampered. I was soon moved into a separate room from where they cleaned me up. Shortly after entering the room I stood up examining it. The room wasn't too small or too big. It had a two meter mirror hanging on the wall with a lounge chair. There was a picture that had caught my eye, it was of a bird burning from flames but to me it seemed as though the bird was rising from the flames. As I stared more at the picture a women with red spiky hair and fascinating green dress walked in. "Hello, I'll be your stylist. My name is Klarissa."she spoke. "Hello...um my name is-" "Clara" we both spoke at the same time. "Whoa, how do you know my name? I questioned. "Phess, I'm your stylist. Of course I'll know" she answered laughing. "Ohh" I said smiling sheepishly." Come on let's get your clothing on" she smiled as she lead me to the chair and went to fetch my clothing. She had come back as fast as she had left. She allowed me to enter a restroom to change. Quickly putting on my clothing, I walked out and looked towards the mirror. I was dressed in a dark blue body suit, with a red cape hanging on to my waist held by a dark brown belt and ruffles of clothing on my arm. The colours were yellow, orange and red. To say I actually enjoyed the look of my costume, it wasn't too itchy or uncomfortable. If fit just right and represented District 8 quite well. I turned around and hugged Klarissa. She looked taken aback by the hug. Tensing then soon relaxing under my touch. "Thank you Klarissa, it's beautiful!" "It's no problem dear"she said coming out of our hug. After talking to Klarissa a bit more, I walked into the hall looking for what was to happen next.