'I don't wanna die, I sometimes wish i'd never been born at all' -Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen
He's the Capitol's Golden boy, she's the famous child of a Victor...
-Finnick Odair X female oc
-pre Hunger Games -> Mockingjay part 2
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The second Dylan and Lyra arrived in the Capitol, they were whisked away and taken to separate rooms where they'll be prepped to look more 'Capitol appropriate'.
Lyra squeezed her eyes closed as another layer of wax is slathered onto her legs, she grits her teeth as another strip rips the hair away from her skin. Every part of her that had even a single hair that the prep team thought shouldn't be there had been plucked, stripped and shaved. Her newly smooth skin was scrubbed with a gritty foam before they apply a special Capitol cream to ease the red rawness and irritation. From arms being shaved to eyebrows being shaped, Lyra had been reborn.
The prep team circle the girl as they examine her naked body, using a pair of tweezers to remove any hair that had been missed before they hand her a thin white robe once they were pleased with their work.
Lyra's team consists of three women:
Caitlin is in charge of hair. She has dirty blonde, layered hair and is wearing a black mini skirt with a matching top. The silk shirt has an extremely low back revealing a pair of detailed angel wings tattooed in black down her spine with some highlights. They looked so real it was as if you could reach out and touch them and they'd feel as soft as real feathers. The angel itself had its back turned and was facing the side showing a perfect side profile with a small nose and pouty lips with a glowing halo at the base of Caitlin's neck.
Shauna's job is makeup. She has short black hair like a midnight sky which just grazed her shoulders, and wore a long summer dress with white off the shoulder sleeves and a gold belt around her waist and a pair of white shoes with golden heels. She had lots of gold piercings. One septum on her nose, two stood earrings (one in each ear), one helix on the outside of her right ear and one industrial piercing across the inside of her right ear. She had gold eyeliner and fake lashes with blush against her paper white skin.
Leona, who is in charge of nails, is taller than average as she towers slightly over her friends. She has brown hair in two long braids that reach the bottom of her spine. She has a silver ring decorated with an emerald green gem on her left ring finger. She wore a skintight, emerald green dress that stopped at her thigh. On her left leg, there was a snake tattoo trailing all the way from the tail wrapped round her ankle to the head resting below her knee. There was another one, completely identical, but on her right arm. The snake head rested on the side of her shoulder and trailed down her arm in a wavy pattern to her wrist where the snakes tail wound round her middle finger like a ring. Both snakes were completely black and white with scaled pattern except their eyes which were a piercing dark green.
They were all unique and enthusiastic.
"Well, you actually look human now, Honey," Caitlin smiles as if it was a compliment.
"My, my, look at her figure. Those hips, oh I'd kill for you're shape!" Shauna exclaims, her hands on Lyra's shoulders.
"You look like a beautiful young woman," Leona tucks the stray strands of freshly trimmed hair behind my ear. "Darlene will be here shortly, see you soon, Babes."
A few moments later, a dark skinned woman walks in with unnaturally silvery white hair sat in a carefully constructed braided bun atop her head. She had white tattoos littering her black skin. There was a moon on her right shoulder surrounded by stars and a planet with a ring around it on her left heel. Her nails were painted black with white dots, so small they appear to look like a starry night sky. She had a white rings tattooed on her fingers rather than actual jewellery and a date on her left wrist in skinny white block writing. She has one silver ring on her left hand that is decorated with a sapphire gem.
"Hello, I'm Darlene but you can call me Darla. I'll be dressing you from now until the day you leave," she introduces herself.
"Lyra, though you probably already know that," Lyra introduces cautiously.
"Yes, it's an honour to meet you, though i'm sorry about the situation," she smiled sadly.
"You're not gonna congratulate me like everyone else?" Lyra asks, slightly relieved.
"No, it may be my first year but I assume it's not something you'd feel particularly celebratory about," Darla sits beside her.
"You assume correctly," the teenager smiles. "Your first year huh?" the woman nods in reply. "Did you get to pick the District?"
"I got a small say in the matter. I've always admired the way the clear night sky seems to reflects on water, the sea just seems so calm and tranquil that, well, I had to pick District four. It was the only option in my eyes," she says, her eyes shining as she looks into nothing.
"So you didn't choose four because it's a 'career district'?" Lyra asks.
"No, I'm personally not a huge fan of the whole career pack thing. I find it a tad unfair," she almost whispers. "Now is the uncomfortable part, I really do apologise, but I need to get a quick look at you then we can go to lunch, how does that sound?"
"Like nothing new," Lyra replies with underlying resentment towards the Capitol traditions. She really should feel self conscious but she can't help but feel numb. Maybe it's better that way...? Besides, she'd soon have to do much worse things than stand naked in front of strangers. She slips the robe off and Darlene respectfully circles her for a moment with calculating eyes as she creates numerous outfit designs that'll suit her shape and figure. She never touched the girl, not once, not wanting to make her feel anymore discomfort. "Alright soldier, you can put the robe back on now," Lyra smirks at the irony of 'soldier'. "Now, there's some undergarments in the drawer to your side, I'll wait outside this door for you."
Lyra nods in reply, not hesitating to get dressed the second the door had closed to give her a semblance of privacy.
Once dressed into the undergarments and the robe, Darlene escorts her to a fancy room with two velvet couches facing each other and a dark oak table in between. She took a seat on one as Lyra sits on the opposite couch. After Darlene pressed a button, the table split in half and lunch rose up from the middle. There was a plate of beef on a bed of green beans in a rich red sauce along with peas and carrots on the side and a spoon of mash, and for desert a plate of delicious toffee pudding and vanilla ice cream in delicate oval shapes.
"Let's talk outfits, shall we? As I'm sure you know, it's customary to reflect the flavour of the district. Being my first year, I'd like to make an impression. You're more than perfect for the role. It is my job to make you stand out, to help you make an impression on the crowd."
Lyra nods, "So you're here to make me pretty?"
"That is all you, my outfits will merely accentuate your natural beauty, my girl, but the overall beauty is the woman beneath the dress."
