Hope

Chapter 5 Remake Centre

As soon as I step off the train I become engulfed by the monstrosities, aka the Capitol residents. But I mean c'mon you have to be seriously ill or just plain dumb to dye your skin green!
"Mariah! Come on! We must stick to the schedule!" Our stupid mentor screeches over the awful screaming coming from my future sponsors.
"Yea yea! I'm coming! Keep your wig on!" I mutter under my breath. But judging by the looks that came my way shortly after I'm guessing I said it a bit louder than a mutter. Suddenly a hand reaches out and grabs me by the collar, chocking me. The hand then moves to my cardigan and pulls with such force that I fall flat on my back. I'm just about to give the person responsible and earful when a pair of tanned, muscular arms that can only belong to Finnick hoists me up and puts me behind his back, only holding me by my feet!
"FINNICK!!!" I scream, making him jump so hard, causing us both to come crashing down to the ground.
"MARIAH!" Finnick shouts, obviously mimicking me as he started laughing.
"Oh very funny sea God!" I laugh, making him glare at me. I know he can't stand that nickname!
"Oh god! Both of you up NOW! We must stick to the schedule!! And Mariah I'm disappointed in you! This is the time to meet sponsors, but your to busy mucking around with Finnick! Do you really want their first impression of you to be really stupid and immature?!" Our mentor screeches at us both. As she finishes giving us an earful she straightens her wig before walking away in a huff!

( Time Lapse to the remake centre! )

Honestly child! I've never seen so much hair on someone as small as you!" A member of my prep team shouted while ripping off another layer of skin.
"Is all this really necessary??!" I speak through gritted teeth. I'm determined not to cry, but that's really hard considering their ripping of my skin!
"Oh darling yes it is! Your like a baboon! And besides we need to get you ready for Cherish!" She speaks a little softer when she gets to the part about Cherish.
"What the hell is Cherish??!" I shriek, images of horrible machinery flicker through my mind.
"You mean WHO is Cherish!" She corrected, getting a little impatient with me. It's not my fault I ask so many questions!
"Okay fine! WHO is Cherish??!" I ask, taking the mick out of her voice as I say the last part.
"Cherish is your personal stylist!!" She squeals while clapping her hands and jumping like a two year old!
"Oh great! A 2 year old prep, a stupid escort and another Capitol resident has just entered my life! Could it possibly get any worse?!" I mutter under my breathe, then look around anxiously in case anyone over heard. But to my relief my prep was still jumping and clapping her hands! After 10 minutes of this she calmed down and sat down next to me.
"Right dear, it's time you met Cherish...!"

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