"Why do they call her Jack the Ripper?"
Serabella Chambers, seventeen years old in the seventieth hunger games. When she volunteered for her little sister, Annabella Cresta. Running through the crowd to save her life desperately.
"Well she murdered...
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"Ouch!"
I scream out almost, I'm sitting on some kind of chair as a woman called Alveria is standing above me and waxing my entire body down. Sure I wax and shave my entire body, but she finds a way to shave my entire body down until I think the only hair is on my eyebrows and my hair. My body being completely bare and nude.
"Ooh I'm so sorry darling" Alveria apologises, she is actually quite nice but her voice makes me want to rip her voice box out. She leans in to whisper to me. "At least you aren't as hairy as some of these other tributes."
"Yeah well their not exactly living in the lap of luxury, I doubt hair is the most important thing" I snap back, I feel myself defending these tributes that I do not even know. Alveria shrugs.
"That would be my priority" She giggles and then continues to wax down my legs. "I think we're all done with the waxing."
Alveria is on some kind of team with other people, and they all look as weird as the last. Their names are something like Buble and Kander. I've been sitting here for a while now and I think I look like a new-born baby, but I smell good I guess. I have two stylists apparently. They made me look like some kind of new-born baby by shaving down my entire body and waxing it until there was nothing there.
My fingernails had apparently a lot of dirt underneath them, which were scrubbed clean until they were apparently perfect, clipped along with my toenails. The dead roots in my hair were cut off until my hair was perfect, conditioned and washed perfectly. my entire body was scrubbed down and I look like a little good.
"You look human now, darling. Before you looked like you lived in the jungle." Kander, the male one walks over to me and he holds my face in his hands, looking at my bare face. they plucked my eyebrows and they even put on lip-gloss onto my mouth. didn't know what that was until I got here.
"Well thank you. I suppose you know that sometimes, even in the career districts, we still live in poverty." I explained to the three people standing there. raising my eyebrows, placing the baby blue robe around my waist.
"Oh my poor darling!" Buble cries out, she wraps her arms around me and I feel her weight on my shoulders. She's a beautiful woman, if she didn't have a big yellow wig and pink skin. "You're with us now and you're okay"
"Kendra and Lighting will have an excellent time with her." Alveria suddenly speaks up. she seems to be the most intelligent of the three. She snaps her fingers, looking around the room. "She looks perfect. Come on."
I am alone again, they're not that bad although their methods seem a little bit unorthodox but I suppose the Capitol is like this. still it's like they are treating me as if I am not human. It smells like flowers and petals in here, which I quite like. It sounds completely silent, there is no sound coming in or out of the room. The taste of the scrub and the plucking thing, I think it's called a tweezer or something are still in my mouth.
