"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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Ten minutes later, I'm standing in my old dressing room. My three slight artists; Alveria, Buble and Kander. The three of them are absolutely fretting over me and making this vast deal on how I'm such a miraculous person to style, how my entire body is clean, but I still feel appalling. Like all the life has been sucked out of my entire body, but I am happy to see them nonetheless, I know they are genuinely happy to see me. Alveria gives me a massive hug when I walk into the dressing room, Buble kisses both of my cheeks and Kander just throws his arms around me like I'm the best person in the world. Despite everything, I must admire my stylists' kindness.
But as much as I love them, hugging them and enjoying their kindness. They really are no Kendra or Lighting; see those people I would die on a hill for. Kendra has this beautiful smile when she is about to design me like I'm the President of Panem.
By my five people, my five prep team I'm forced into the dining room with just them. I am given an alright dinner-- it's chicken with vegetables and soft rolls-- it actually tastes really good but I don't ask for much, I'm not really all that hungry and I don't want to each much for the interviews, I don't want to throw it all back up.
I walk into the bathroom with my prep team whilst Kendra and Lighting begin to get ready for this afternoon and for my outfits. Alveria, Buble and Kander are tasked with looking after me in the bathroom. Y'know, just my prep team.
"Oh look at you, darling!" Alveria cries out, she places her hand on my shoulders. It sends a shockwave through my entire body. "Not a single flaw on your body. You are as perfect as when I last saw you."
She's not wrong; but I look impishly skinny, as if someone has just ripped all of the meat off of me and turned me into this tiny little person. I mean, my ribs are showing.
After I take my shower, I am placed in a white robe with a towel on my head. Alveria is in charge of skincare and my makeup, Buble has got my hair and Kander has my nails and the rest of my body.
Alveria does all my skincare to make it impossibly perfect, I mean I look like a new-born baby. She places cucumber on my eyes and this serum on my skin. afterwards, she does my entire makeup. I look amazing, I must admit. And I say that very un-lightly.
"I mean Jack the Ripper?" Alveria raises an eyebrow, I raise it back at her. I didn't realise half the stuff I was saying, y'know. considering I was entirely sleep deprived.
"Is that bad?"
"Are you kidding me? it's perfect!" Alveria bubbles, she screams out and it makes me laugh. "We can dress you like the bad bitch you are." I giggle.
My powder and paint has gone from this light blue colouring to this pure enflamed scarlet colour, red for the gore and black for the death. The red is exclusively gorgeous, I have completely gone against my district but the truth is I really do not care.
With my red eyeliner and my pure black eyelashes, I wear a deep red lipstick. My hair is put up into a low bun, with most of my hair hanging out. I stay in my pure white robe when Kander, Buble and Alveria are done.
