Once they arrived at the Capitol, Marina looked out the window, watching as all the wealthy citizens screamed at them passing by. Pier followed Adella's instructions to a tea while Marina just scowled at them. Feeling a presence come up from behind her, she was overwhelmed by the familiar scent of cologne "Wave and smile," he whispered into her ear.
Marina held back the urge to roll her eyes at Finnick and instead, she did what she was told. Catalyzing an eruption of cheers from the Capitol citizens, "They love you both!" Pearl squealed with excitement as she ushered them both to exit the train.
As both Marina and Pier are led through the station, a girl around the same age as Marina walks past the two with her clean hair and wealthy parents. An ice cream cone was present in her hand as she was licking it with a smile on her face.
The brunette followed the girl with a look of confusion, "What's that?" her eyes squinted towards her direction. Finnick put his hand on the small of her back and guided her to continue walking "It's called ice cream, a nice treatment from the Capitol." he answered as he continued to wave at the crowd.
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Marina stood in front of a strange-looking contraption before three very odd-looking people directed her to lie down. Marina stared at the three; there was a woman with neon pink hair with lipstick that matched almost identically, another woman with a silver bob, dressed in all yellow, and lastly, a dark-skinned male dressed in dark blue with matching curly hair.
"Uh, who are all of you?" Marina asked as her brows furrowed together, "We're your prep team! I'm Rosetta," the woman with neon pink hair introduced herself before continuing, "This is Paris and Berlin." her tone was making it seem like it should've been common knowledge. "Our job is to make you look desirable!" Berlin remarked. Marina had always thought herself to be average, she never found herself to be ugly, so why did they need to make her desirable?
The three got to work and Marina's skin was scrubbed until it was practically raw, Rosetta yanked a strip of wax off Marina's leg, "Sorry! But you're just so hairy!" the brunette was thrown back by her comment as her eyes grew in size, "That's rude," Marina murmured as Berlin began plucking her eyebrows.
"You're doing very well! We can't stand whiners!" the girl doesn't reply to Berlin as she holds back a scoff, she found the plucking to be some form of torture, do people really do this?
Once they were finished, Paris began on her hair and makeup, applying an abundance of products to her face. She told Marina that it was rare to see someone with such dark hair from District 4. Marina 100% thought Paris had an addiction to glitter, she was sure that there wasn't a spot on her face without a little bit of shine. As Paris finished up, she added a neutral lipstick along with a gloss, "All right, lovely, I think we're done here. Let's go get Venelope!"
Marina's prep team vanished and she was left alone in nothing but a robe. The brunette stood up and walked towards the large mirror that was attached to the wall, she had gold eye shadow along with a gold wing, and the rest of her makeup was left pretty natural. Her hair had braids throughout and waves that cascaded down her back. An assortment of accessories adorned her hair as well; pearls, shells, starfishes, etc.
The brunette then walked over to the windows that took over almost half the room, she stared down at the Capitol people with a look of disgust.
"How repulsive we must seem to you." Marina turned, standing in the doorway was a female with light brown hair, the only thing that stood out about her was her bright red lip. She had bangs that framed her face and the rest of her curly hair was pulled into a bun.
The woman entered and hit a button, the top of a table split into two and a huge meal appeared on top, "I'm Venelope, Marina. I'll be your stylist meaning I'm here to help you survive," she clasped her hands together before continuing, "Trust me, I'll help you way more than that cocky mentor of yours." Marina laughs at the girl's insult to Finnick.
"Are you hungry?" Venelope added before the brunette finally spoke, "I'm scared." Marina was surprised at the words that flew out of her mouth.
"I know, everyone always is,"
After spending what felt like an eternity in that room, Venelope was finally finished "Open," the stylist said as she took a couple of steps back to admire her work. Marina opened her hazel eyes revealing the blue gown she was dressed in, the top half of her dress was a corset that was adorned with pearls. Turning around the brunette noticed that in different lighting the dress looked almost opaque, "Oh I have one more thing!" Venelope added as she excitedly rushed over to her bag.
An intricate crown was placed on top of the brunette's head, "Now I'm done." Marina was in awe, she looked stunning, the brunette then turned to face Venelope, "It's stunning." the girl whispered. The stylist squealed as she clapped her hands together, "I'm glad you like it, you look enchanting.". The tribute looked at herself in the mirror one last time before Venelope led her out of the room.
