𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄; The Hunger Games

Satans Bouquet (The Capitol/Parade)

I wake up to the train coming to a complete stop. "Wake up, wake up everyone!" Evan shouts through out the train, banging on each door. I can tell he's excited. "I can't wait to show off my tributes!". He shouts in glee. I stretch, as I stand up. I change out of my reaping suit, into some clothes Evan has ready for me. A white shirt short-sleeve and gray shorts. The shirt is kindly tight, I normally wear a larger size than this, but I'm pretty sure Evan wants me to show off my body for sponsors.

    I step out my room as I see Nikki standing at the door of the train. She's wearing a light yellow dress with light blue bows in her brown long hair.  Her shirt was very tight as well, I can feel them trying to sell us off.

I can also tell she didn't like her outfit. I walk up to her, standing next to her. "I can see your nipples.". She said to me as I chuckled. "They got you looking 12." I say back as she grinned. "They got me looking innocent when really..." She says as she turned around, looking at up at me. "Malicious." She says as Brutus steps out of his room, his shirt is half way on, he's struggling to put it over his muscles, I can't help but stare, he's one huge man. He notices me staring at him but I quickly look away. "Evan gave you a small as well?" I say as I chuckle, trying not to make things awkward or weird. "No, this is my shirt." He says confused. My smile turns into a straight face. "Oh...". I say as Evan walks over with his hair colored purple, looking like a complete clown, but so do half of these citizens.

    I hear a crowd coming from outside the train. They're screaming. "Are you guys ready?" Evan asks us exicitingly with a smile on his face. "More than ever..." Nikki says sarcastically with her arms crossed as she rolls her eyes. As soon as the doors open, Nikki lets her arms down, flipping her hair, looking at the crowd with her doll-like eyes and began to wave at the crowd as they screamed, going wild. She walked down the stairs with elegance, being guarded by Peacekeepers, treating this like she's some type of famous figure, which I mean I guess she is, I guess we all are.

     It's my turn to exit the train. I prepare myself as I exit the train. I was stunned by the crowd I began to walk. Four Peacekeepers rushing next to me, guarding me as the crowd screamed, and whistled at me as I walked by. I see the Peacekeepers take Nikki to a building. They begin to take me to the same building. A woman grabs onto my shirt while screaming at me, I didn't know what to do so I just smiled at her. "Hot stuff!" The woman shouted towards me as a Peacekeeper shoves her away from me. They rushed me into the building. "This way." One of the peacekeepers say as they lead me to an area with beds and curtains. I see Nikki sitting on one of the beds, she looks back at me as a someone standing next to her suddenly closes the curtains quietly. I'm guessing that was her stylist. I walk over to one of the empty beds with an open curtain.

     I close the curtain and sit on the bed, kicking my feet back and forth, waiting on my stylist, I believe. My stylist walks in. "What a crowd huh." He says. I smile as I shake his hand. "Dior Mayfield." He says, introducing himself. "Dominik Venin, but you can call me Dom, or Nik, or whatever." I say with a smile. He chuckled, staring at my lips. "That smile might just save your life." He says, grinning. He'd grab my face, observing my features, hair and facial hair. A strange look on my face appears.

    "A nice clean buzz-cut and a good trimming on your facial hair, and you'll be ready for the parade!". He shouts excitingly, letting go of my face and hair.

     "I'm you're main stylist, this is my assistant, Avanti, she will be working with your district partner, she's a student of mine, and she just graduated, so I hope she does your friend justice..." He introduces as he grabs a razor and scissors from a drawer attached to the bottom of the bed. He began to shave off my hair, giving me a faded buzz-cut, and trimming my beard, mustache and goatee. He then rinses me off. He trims my nails. putting clear polish over them. "You're ready handsome." He says as he gives me a hand held mirror. I look in the mirror not really recognizing myself. He walks out the room as I keep looking at myself. He comes back. He's holding an outfit. "Wall-ah." He says, showing me this sleeveless, gladiator-style, silver outfit plated with metal leafs going up the sides of the torso, the abs outlined on the outfit, a metal pteruge (skirt), and finally silver armor that would wrap around my legs. "Shoes?" I question him as he handed me dark brown sandals.