BLOODSPORT | johanna mason

03. Victories & Tragedies

Authors Note -
I'm aware I took like... SO LONG to update this, but look! Here is the long awaited chapter. Hopefully, I'll get back to writing frequently and not having you all wait so long. Enjoy!

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The prep team would take over, starting to do Iris' hair and makeup. She didn't talk with the others, instead she was listening to their conversation about the Capitol. Any discussion involving the Capitol and its citizens would put her on edge. Even her body language displays that she's uncomfortable - fidgeting with her hands, shifting in the seat, even avoiding eye contact with the workers.

How could people speak so highly about the president or the Capitol? Did everyone else except the citizens realize that place is a shitshow? It is painted as this wonderful, high class life when in reality, it isn't. There's secrets, scandals and not enough justice. They even have bizarre creations, like drinks that will make you vomit so you can consume more food. Instead of creating stuff like that, why don't they put their thoughts into creating a non-corrupt government? To provide more to the poor districts and not think so low of them? Iris would never understand these people. Not even the district she was in would probably listen to these opinions of hers either. Iris Barlowe was different compared to the rest of District 2. Might as well stick out like a sore thumb because she felt guilty instead of triumphant for winning the Hunger Games. Clearly, she wasn't brainwashed enough the second time.

Once the makeup and hair was finished, she was given a hand mirror to see it herself. She couldn't help but to smile at her reflection. Her hair was falling down her shoulders in waves, the eye makeup wasn't too flashy but had a pop of color. Ironically, her favorite: Blue.

"You look marvelous, Iris!" Seraphina gasped which caught the girl's attention. She lowered the mirror and smiled at the escort.

"Thank you, Seraphina, but-"

"It's not finished." Kassandra chimes in with a giggle, soon grabbing the victor's hand and whisking her away to a different room, one of the guest bedrooms.

The stylist lets go of her hand and turns to face Iris.

"I hope it's nothing dramatic, like the parade." Iris admits with a monotone voice.

"Sweetheart, I know how to dress casually too... Does my attire look too flashy?" Kassandra rose a brow and gestured to her own outfit.

She was right. What the blonde wore wasn't too eye catching, or vibrant. It does show her sense of worth though.

"No, I trust you." Iris chuckled, shaking her head.

"I don't think I'd be working as a stylist in the Capitol if someone didn't trust me." Kass joked with a small smile.

"Hm, guess so."

Kassandra walked over to a suitcase that laid on the mattress and opened it up, revealing various outfits. Was this for the interview and she couldn't choose which one, or for the Tour in total? Because there were plenty of items to choose from. The sight was overwhelming to Iris already.

"You will be wearing..." The woman reaches into the suitcase and pulls out a white sweater that looks incredibly soft with black, tight fitted pants. "This! Go, try it on. I'll get your shoes." Kassandra left the room and closed the door behind her, letting the girl get dressed.

Iris sighed as she approached the bed, looking over the outfit one last time before undressing and putting the articles of clothing on. Thankfully, the sweater wasn't itchy - her idea of it being soft was correct. The girl makes her way over to the full length mirror in the room, her hands smoothing out any wrinkles in her top.