kill for your love - the hunger games

(007) one day, they will pay

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KILL FOR YOUR LOVE.

act one.

(chapter seven, one day, they will pay)

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JUNIPER WAS RIGHTLY EXHAUSTED. She had spent the entire day learning about Capitol customs and manners with Nadine and then practising with Lucy about what she was going to say during the interviews. Safe to say, Juniper didn't try very hard. 

But she was on her last legs by the time she went to sleep that night, her feet still sore from the numerous heels Nadine tried to slip on her and her tongue vibrating from the different answers she had given to Lucy. So, when Juniper tried to rest and was abruptly interrupted by Nadine the next morning, she wasn't in a good mood. 

"Up, up, up!" Nadine squeaked as she hit her knuckles amongst the bedroom door. "Interview day!"

"Up, up, up!" Juniper mocked as she pulled a face, slowly getting out of her bed as she did. Her joints ached and her muscles were incredibly sleepy as she tried her best to walk out the room. If it were up to her, she would just lay back down in bed and sleep until time wouldn't let her anymore. 

But she couldn't and so, when Juniper reached the dining room, she internally groaned when she saw Yara sitting beside Lucy and Brent. That would mean more prepping. That would mean she would have to get dressed up again and whilst she didn't mind the first time, she simply was not bothered to do it again. 

"Morning, sunshine." Brent smirked as he sipped a glass of juice of some sort. "Don't you look ravishing?"

"I'm going to get coffee, and pour it on your lap, and then you won't be able to have k—"

"Leave her alone, Brent," Lucy whispered slightly. "Today is the interviews, I hope you know."

"Goodie." Justice entered the room, sitting down beside Nadine and an empty chair. Juniper stayed standing. 

"Yes." Yara rolled her eyes. Juniper hadn't seen her since after the Parade. That was nearly five-days-ago and she didn't look any different except for the new leather dress she was wearing. It did not suit her plastic surgery body. "The other stylist and prep teams will be here soon. Hope you two are up for another round of polishing."

"I am so excited," Juniper said nonchalantly as she sat down. 

But she didn't have enough time to scoff down her breakfast as the team of polka-dot men rushed through, nearly tumbling from their lankiness and Juniper groaned once more. She was whisked away by the males before she even had a chance to scoff. 

Taking her into a separate room, the three men were alone with Juniper as they began to prep her again, but it wasn't nearly as painful as it was before. Instead, they rubbed moisturisers into her face, oils into her hair, and massaging creams into her legs. There were no whimpers or cries that left Juniper's mouth. Instead, she was deathly quiet.

When they were finished, Juniper stared at herself in the mirror. Her face was done lightly, the makeup so faint you could barely see it. Her flesh had a shimmer to it as her hair glowed in the loose bun the men did. She looked exceptionally different from what she did at the Parade.