GEOP | The hunger games

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When I sat at breakfast two days after Foxface told me, what she had figured out, my eyes fell on Rue again. She didn't look good and when she coughed into her elbow, I realized that she was the person, that everyone could hear choughing through the building the last day. I begann to worry, Rue wasn't sick real often. I wanted to check on her, but I didn't know, how. I grabbed a napkin, crumpled it up and threw it in her direction. It hit her on the shoulder and she looked up to me. I formed the words Are you okay? with my lips and she nodded. I gave her a look, because I wasn't so sure about that, but she mouthed I'm fine, don't worry. So I just smiled at her softly an hoped that it was the truth.

You'd never guess, how fast anyone could learn anything at the GEOP. We basically had to study 14 hours a day but soon, we knew how to be teachers, how to fit in with the others and how to get along in the real word. Just when it came to staying perfect-well, that still wasn't my best subject. Still, on the penultimate day of the week, I felt pretty confident about being able to live out there.

"Today, you'll be given a complete makeover to fit into your new identity. The best stylists alive were able to create looks that will perfectly fit each of you. You'll be escorted into separate rooms, where you meet your stylists. You won't influence any decision they make for your fit or you'll see the consequences. Now go.", our guard said and we followed the guards, who brought us to different rooms. I didn't have the chance to see Rue an hoped, she did alright. I hoped that she wouldn't be to triggered by all this because of the makeover they all got before the hunger games.

I had to sit in my room alone for a while, until a door got opened and a kind looking women entered the room, strictly guarded as well. I knew immediately that she was a captive as well, someone working for the GEOP would never have smiled at me this kind. The guard closed the door and I was alone with my new stylist. "Hello Prim. You don't mind me, calling you that, right? Or should I call you Lola?", she greeted me. "No, Prim is fine.", I said, now having no doubt that I could trust her.

"Perfect. We'll make you look like even more magnificent then you already are today. My name is Portia by the way." It immediately made klick in my brain. Now I knew why she reminded me of someone. I had seen her on TV, when Katniss and Peeta won the hunger games. "You're Portia. You were Peetas stylist in the games!", I said. "That's right, I was. You don't have any idea, how he is, right?", she asked. "No, the last time I saw him was about six years ago and he tried to kill my sister multiple times back then." "Yea, hijacked, that's what I heard. Anyways, let's get started with you, so you may be able to figure it out yourself. I hope you don't mind that I worked together with my colleague Cinna, in secret of course. He couldn't resist but to help me planning the look for another Everdeen.", Portia said.

"Wait, Cinna is alive?", I asked, thinking of all the things Katniss had told me about her stylist. If he helped designing my new identity, nothing could go wrong. "Yes, he's just as alive as you and me. Do we want to get started?" I nodded and Portia began explaining everything she wanted to do with me. "So, we, or better Cinna, had an a bit risky idea. We don't know how much you'll be able to give away of your real identity, but maybe, just maybe, someone would get the hint." "What hint?", I asked. "If we'd give you a tattoo of a mockingjay and a Primrose. I know that it probably won't work and nobody will get it, but if you saw anyone familiar, like friends or family, you could tell them who you are through that tatoo. Of course you can say no, if you don't want to do this.", she explained. Without hesitation, I said: "No, of course I want it, it's a brilliant idea! Where would the tatoo be?" "We were thinking of putting it on your wist so it would be easily visible if you'd shake hands with someone for example.", she told me. "Great, I love it."

After we finished talking, Portia started to modify my hair, so it would be a bit more wavy then usual, but she wouldn't cut it because it grew so much that it had nothing to do with my old length form the rebellion anyways. She altered my face contours with the help of some weird stuff I didn't wanna know and introduced me to my new wardrobe with a complete new style.
At the very end we sat down and she tattooed a small primrose and a mockingjay on top of it on my wrist. It looked fragile and powerful at the same time and I knew that the right people would at least get suspicious.

"Prim, can you promise me something?", Portia asked, when we were finished. "What?", I asked in response. "I know that you want to resist everything and everyone here and I know that Cinna and I are supporting you with this tattoo and all. I'm sure that you are strong and tough and if you really wanna do it you can, but whatever happens, stay safe. Your safety is the most important matter and I may not know how it is today but as far as I know, the Capitol and the GEOP have power and can do the most horrible things to people. So whatever happens, don't risk more then you should, okay?" I thought a bit but nodded. I'd try, for Portia and for everyone else, who would say the same. We hugged each other goodbye and Portia whispered: "And if a miracle happens and you see Peeta, tell him that I miss him, I believe in him and he was the best victor I ever met."