'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
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There are many things Lyra dislikes about the Capitol.
Havana Whiffe's high pitched voice is, in Lyra's opinion, the worst possible way to be woken up. Every morning she recited the exact same phrase, "todays an exciting, bright new day, up, up, up!"
There were so many things about it she hated that she couldn't possibly pick one. How does she have so much energy so early in the morning? What on earth possibly makes today any better than yesterday? 'Bright new day'? There is nothing bright about being sent to an arena to murder other children though is there?
When she sits to think about it too long, her mind travels to dark places. What a disgusting world we live in that we are split into two categories: Capitol or Districts. The Capitol watch with amused smiles as children aged 12-18 fight for survival, getting all 'teary eyed and emotional' when their tribute dies. Upset about a death that they contributed to. Crying over one tribute because they were more liked and laughing over another because they never stood a chance. Then there's the districts who are forced to give one male and one female child every year and only one of twenty four will come home, with the exception of quarter quell's where anything could happen. Families and friends who have to say tearful goodbyes, not knowing if they will ever hold their loved one in their arms again, and have to watch them on a screen spending what could be their last days literally fighting to survive.
She is snapped out of her thoughts when her prep team barge into the District 4 floor with grins on their faces. "Up, up, we have work to do," they usher Lyra from her place on the comfortable couch and into her room. "You've showered, yes?" Lyra nods, only half listening, but Shauna still insists on smelling the girls arm to check.
"Hmm, raspberry and cherry," she smiles before being interrupted by Leona,
"Stop sniffing the girl Shay, and start prepping. Darla will be here in one hour." Lyra sends her a small smile of thanks to which the woman replies with a cheesy grin, "no problem, Babes."
The others immediately circle her like vultures eyeing their prey at Leona's words.
Caitlin starts on her hair, trying it back into an intricate updo. The red strands collected in a spherically shaped, bun at the bottom of her head with a strand on the left side of her face tying back into a plait from her middle parting and into the bun. She pulls at a few pieces of hair in the bun to create volume before she places a few white pearl clips too.
Meanwhile, Leona attaches some acrylic nails onto her short, stubby and bitten ones. The nails themselves are tan but she paints over them in a pearly white with a layer of clear polish to create a shiny layer on top.
Shauna does her makeup, in as natural a fashion as the woman would ever allow, which consisted of: the base layers to accentuate Lyra's sharp features (including highlighter on her petite nose), eyeshadow a tone darker than her skin, light blush on her cheeks, fake eyelashes that were a natural length, and some shiny lipgloss.
