"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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"You are beautiful. you will impress them more than anything in the world."
The morning has distressingly passed, Finnick has completed ignored me the entire day but it's like I haven't even noticed. I was immediately brisked away from the training centre and all the way up the glass elevator, escorted by two Avox's back up into the apartment. Elodie was gone and I had four hours to get ready this afternoon.
Lighting and Kendra fix me up into a dressing room, they are accompanied so gently by Alveria, Bubble and Kander. The three of them are shaving me, waxing me, and washing me down once more from head to toe in the dressing room. I'm scrubbed with something really tough on my soft skin until I am completely cleansed. I am waxed, I am done.
They wax me down, they make sure that my hair is scented and so fresh, I look like someone's new born baby when I step out of the bathtub and I admire myself in the mirror. I am wearing no makeup, my hair is down and my entire body is hanging out. The three stylists squeal.
"Oh you look like a new woman!" Alveria screams out in happiness, she hurries herself over to me, her heels clicking across from the floor and hugging me from behind. She is holding my bare skin and my bare torso but I don't think she minds; she has seen a hundred dozen naked people.
I have seen three; Annie, Vera and now Finnick. Annie and Vera I have seen nude when I bathed them in the water.
After that, they have left me alone for the rest of the night. Alveria has kindly guided Bubble and Kander out of the room and the three of them have disappeared without a trace, like some kind of Avox from their district. I am still standing completely nude.
"I swear" I hear a voice which makes me break out into a grin. Kendra has walked into the room and she is suddenly standing behind me. "These stylists have no manners. I mean honestly, why can't they at least dress you in some underwear?"
"hello Kendra." I smile, noticing that my friend and my mentor is immediately with me and she has a polite smile on her face.
"Hello darling" She kisses both of my cheeks. "God let's get you dressed because both you and me are uncomfortable. I love you but I am not really accustomed to naked bodies."
Lighting comes in politely afterwards, he does my hair in some kind of way. I have to keep my eyes closed of course, because they do not want me to see the final look until I look positively perfect. Lighting is placing all kinds of soaps, all kinds of products into my hair. Kendra has kindly given me a robe that she had addressed from her private chambers.
Lighting finishes with my hair, I am not wearing any makeup as he applies something called moisturizer and other kind of things that he likes to call skincare. When he is finally done, he begins to apply my makeup. He places fake eyelashes on me, mixes of blue and purple eyeshadow, a layer of foundation, concealer and contour. He makes my face look perfect, he puffs out my lips and gives me a nude coloured lipstick. He covers my entire body in glitter and shimmer so that when I stand out on stage, I will be the talk of the city.
