Quelling the Flames

Bryon McClark, District 8, Task 1

I have been plucked, prodded and scrubbed to the point that my skin feels like its on fire.

They took me from the small, plain white room I was in for about 4 hours and brought me to a slightly bigger room with a fluffy purple carpet and peach coloured walls, decorated with colourful pictures.

They told me to sit in the chair in front of the mirror, I obeyed and when I looked in the mirror I was shocked to see how different I looked, all the flaws my skin had before were gone and it looked somewhat.....pure and felt insanely smooth. I had to admit they did a pretty good job.

The four Capitol people who were my prep team just stood almost in a striaght line and waited for something or someone, it was then someone walked into the room. She had red spiky hair and wore a bright green dress that stopped at her knees,

"Hello Bryon, I am Klarissa your stylist" The way she spoke made me feel uneasy I never did like the Capitol accent. She walked slowly around me, analyzing my body which made me shift my weight on my feet awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable under her stare.

"Very good, you may now help him into his costume" as soon as she said this she was out the door and the four people began helping into my clothing for the first part of the opening ceremonies which I really didn't need but they told me it was there job to do this when I prosted.

I stood infront of the mirror that showed my reflection that wasn't very pleasent in my eyes, I was wearing a dark blue body suit with a cape made out of some kind of silk material. It was simpler than some of the tributes costumes which was good in a way but what if we don't stand out and don't get sponsers.

Maybe the simpleness of it would make it stand out.

Well I sure hope so because now its time for the audience to see the district 8's tributes.