The Dancer - Finnick Odair

IV

"The ride"

After saying goodbye to her family except her Mother, Melissa, made her way to the train to pick a room, and sit in the dinning room with Lucas, to wait for the mentors.

"I'm gonna kill you know that right." Mel said to Lucas.

"No, I'm going to kill you." Lucas said back.

"I already almost killed you once, remember, I can still see my finger prints." Mel responded.

Lucas opened his mouth to say another come back but, Rose, Makayla and Brutus already walked in, making Mel the winner of the argument, making her smirk.

"Now since we have talked about this, I will be Mentoring Melissa, Brutus has Lucas." Makayla says, once the five have seated an have been served.

"Oh wonderful, Makayla, I remember when you were in your games you were the prettiest of genes, and now Melissa, is here they are immediately going to see the resemblance." Rose said, starting a rant about Mel's mother during her games. By the time she was done, they were already at the Capitol.

Mel knew the rules. Smile. Waved. Make it seem like you want to be here.

Through the window Mel's saw Capitol people cheering for them. Melissa walked along side her mother. The crowd going wild upon hearing that their beloved gem, was back and with a tribute that was possibly her daughter.

Making the Capitol men's pants tighten.

After making through the crowd, the tributes were dropped off to the training center, to be cleaned, waxed, and meeting their stylist.

For Melissa, this was normal, every time, Makayla's prep time were over for any interview she had when she was younger, the prep team would do the same for her. Melissa had the same prep team as her mother. Dottie, Nixie, and Cecie.

They came in waxed her, shaped her nails to be razor blades, made her eyebrows perfect, and polished her nails to be a baby pink color.

After they were done, they left her in the room, after hugs and kisses, with a robe. A few minutes later, to a woman with brunette that faded out to a purple-pink color she was wearing a purple dress as well and it looked as if she was wearing a coreset.

"Hello darling, my name is Amethyst, and I will be your stylists, forever." Amethyst said.

"Seriously." Mel asked just to be sure.

"Yes dear, I remember doing all your mother's outfit when she was a tribute and after, so yes dear, I will be yours's and your mother's stylist forever." The lady in purple said.

"Ok so what do you have planned." Mel asked, curious if she is going to be just like her mother, desirable.

"Well dear, we have to do the ballet theme because that was your mother's theme and you are basically a corban copy, except the hair. You have your father's hair." Amethyst said stroking Melissa's hair.

"Anyway, let's get started. I'll order us food, and I'll start on your measurements."