Father of the games

Chapter 4: Meeting Evander Starling

The Tribute Center in the Capitol was a whirlwind of activity, a place where tributes were transformed into the glamorous and captivating figures that the Capitol's citizens would come to adore. John and Ember found themselves surrounded by a team of stylists, trainers, and mentors, all eager to mold them into the Capitol's idea of tributes.

Their escort, Atticus Moonshadow, who had greeted them at the Capitol's station, remained by their side as they were guided through the bustling center. He wore an eccentric outfit, complete with a top hat adorned with colorful feathers, and his enthusiasm for the spectacle of the Hunger Games was infectious.

"Welcome to the Tribute Center!" Atticus exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "This is where the magic happens, where you'll be transformed into the stars of the show. You'll meet your stylist, Evander Starling, who will work his magic to ensure you look your best."

John and Ember exchanged a nervous glance but followed Atticus through the labyrinthine corridors of the center. The walls were adorned with portraits of past victors, their faces frozen in time as reminders of the cost of success in the Hunger Games.

As they reached the door of their designated apartment, Atticus pushed it open, revealing a lavish living space. The room was adorned with opulent furnishings and shimmering decorations. A large window offered a breathtaking view of the Capitol's skyline, a stark contrast to the district they had left behind.

Haymitch, their mentor, stood by a table piled high with decadent pastries and drinks. He took a sip from a crystal goblet filled with an iridescent liquid, his expression one of indifference. "Welcome to the lap of luxury, kids," he muttered, his voice tinged with cynicism.

Atticus motioned for John and Ember to enter the apartment, and they did so with a mixture of awe and trepidation. They were captivated by the extravagance of their surroundings but also acutely aware of the harsh reality that awaited them in the arena.

As they settled into the plush chairs, Atticus continued his introduction. "Now, I know this is a lot to take in, but you're in good hands. Your stylist, Evander Starling, is a genius when it comes to fashion. He'll make you look like a million dollars, even though you're worth much more than that to the Capitol."

Just as Atticus finished speaking, the door on the opposite side of the apartment swung open, and a figure stepped in, causing John and Ember to turn their heads in surprise.

Evander Starling, their stylist, was a striking figure. He was tall and slender, with a shock of multicolored hair that defied gravity, standing in spikes and waves. His attire was a masterpiece of eccentricity, a whirlwind of vibrant colors and fabrics that seemed to dance with every step.

"Ah, my darlings!" Evander exclaimed, his voice melodious. "I've been waiting for you. You must be John and Ember, the stars of our show!"

John and Ember rose from their seats and approached the stylist, their eyes wide with curiosity. Evander extended a hand, and they each shook it, the contact surprisingly warm and friendly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," John said, his voice filled with sincerity.

Ember nodded in agreement. "We're ready to do whatever it takes to make District 12 proud."

Evander's eyes sparkled with excitement as he released their hands. "I can see the determination in your eyes, my dears. We're going to create a look that will leave the Capitol in awe."

As Evander began to explain his vision for their costumes and appearances, John and Ember couldn't help but be drawn into his enthusiasm. He spoke of colors, fabrics, and designs that would capture the essence of District 12 while also showcasing their individuality.

Haymitch, who had been observing quietly in the background, took another sip from his goblet. "Don't forget to mention the fire," he muttered, his words directed more at himself than anyone else.

Evander's eyes widened, and he turned to Haymitch with a gleam of inspiration. "Fire, you say? Ah, that's brilliant! We'll incorporate elements of fire into their costumes, a symbol of their burning spirit and determination!"

As the discussion continued, John and Ember found themselves caught up in the whirlwind of creativity. Evander's passion for fashion and storytelling was infectious, and they began to see the opportunity to use their appearances as a form of rebellion, a way to inspire hope back in District 12.

Hours passed as they worked together, sketching designs, selecting fabrics, and discussing the details of their costumes. Atticus and Haymitch occasionally chimed in with suggestions or advice, but it was clear that Evander was the creative force behind their transformation.

By the time they finished, the sun had set, casting a warm glow over the Capitol's skyline. John and Ember were exhausted but exhilarated, their excitement for the upcoming chariot parade and interviews in the Capitol's grand theater growing with each passing moment.

As they bid farewell to Evander, who promised to work tirelessly to bring his vision to life, John and Ember returned to their apartment. The reality of their situation had not changed, but they couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope.

"We're going to make District 12 proud," John said, his voice filled with determination.

Ember nodded, a fire burning in her eyes. "And we're going to fight with everything we have."

As they settled into their beds for the night, they clung to the promise of their transformation, the hope that they could use their appearances as a symbol of defiance against the Capitol's cruelty. They had a long journey ahead, but for now, they allowed themselves to dream of a brighter future, a future where they would return home as victors.

As Evander Starling watched them with a discerning eye, his gaze fell upon John's hand. There, on his left ring finger, was a simple yet meaningful symbol – a wedding ring. Evander's sharp eyes caught the glint of metal, and a thoughtful expression crossed his face.

"Ah, a wedding ring," Evander remarked, his voice taking on a softer tone. "A symbol of love and commitment, even in the face of such adversity."

John looked down at his ring, his expression a mixture of pride and longing. "Yes, it's a reminder of my family, my wife, and our two daughters back in District 12."

Ember, too, noticed the ring and offered a warm smile. "John's family means everything to him," she said, her voice filled with respect.

Evander nodded in understanding, his eyes showing a hint of empathy. "Love and family are powerful motivators," he said. "We'll make sure that your transformation reflects not only your determination but also the love that fuels your spirit."

As they continued to discuss their costumes and preparations, John's wedding ring served as a silent reminder of the life he had left behind in District 12. It was a symbol of the love and strength that had brought him to this point, and he knew that it would be a source of inspiration as he faced the challenges ahead in the Hunger Games.

With Evander's creative vision and their unwavering resolve, John and Ember were determined to make their mark on the Capitol and show the world that love and family could triumph even in the darkest of times.