𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 | Finnick Odair

𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. and make it look effortless

Genevieve squirmed in her chair as her prep team stared down at her.

Octavia laughed and brushed some stray fabric off her fluorescent green skin hugging dress, straightening her green wig, which must have shifted off-centre when she was doing Genevieve's makeup.

The assistant with no eyebrows who was actually named Ocean surveyed the scene with a dazed look on her face. She was in a rather pretty periwinkle dress and she had her hair down in blonde ringlets. Genevieve gave her a small smile and she beamed back at her.

Genevieve gracefully hauled herself to her feet to face them, and Octavia threw her arm around Genevieve's shoulders, guiding her out of the room.

"Today is a very important day Gen! Today we'll get you ready for your interview, which takes place tonight!" squeals Octavia, throwing in a few more shrieks of joy as she totters around in front of her.

"You're going to love your outfit! It's absolutely stunning!" Ocean adds happily. Genevieve tried her best to fake a smile, but only managed to choke out "I can't wait!" in such a sarcastic voice that it could fool nobody. If it was anything like the dress Daffodil had made her wear for interview preparation she was going to hate it.

It seemed like everyone could tell how unenthusiastic she was about her dress choices so far. Well, apart from her over excited prep team, who seemed to take her comment as more of a reason to get even more exuberant than they already were. Octavia jumped around on the spot. Reminding Genevieve of the little kids in the academy after they'd hit their first ever target.

It made her heart ache for her home back in district four; which in her mind was just another reason she had to ace the interview and win the games so she could go back and relive the memories in the place that she yearned to be in.

Taking a deep breath she settled herself into the makeup chair and let her prep team take over as they scrambled about arguing over who would get to do her hair and gossiping like school girls about the other tributes and their designers.

"Goodness I wonder if district twelve will pull another coal dust scenario at the interviews." Ocean giggled plucking at her eyebrows.

"Well it's certainly one way to get sponsors." Someone replied which sent them all of into fits giggles once again

Augusta shuffled into the room with a glass of orange liquid and a tube of lipstick. She walked straight up towards her and leaned in so her face was almost touching Gen's. She gazed intently at Genevieve's face making her shift uncomfortably. After a while she looked up and gestured Ocean over.

"I'm trying to decide what lipstick to use. Do we go for a bold red or do we go for a more natural pink and then add more details to draw attention to the face?" All this talk of makeup was boring Genevieve and she leaned back in her chair as Augusta brandished the pink lipstick around and smeared some on her lips. Genevieve sighed. This was going to be a long day

"We want it to be effortless and natural so go for gloss instead. After all, we are still going with the ocean theme."

After being pampered and pricked for at least another hour, her prep team deemed her makeup acceptable and ushered her on top of a pedestal that was surrounded by mirrors.

She preened a little as she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Dusting off her robe Genevieve arched her neck to examine the glittery golden paint that had been splattered onto her body artfully by her prep team.

The gold paint gave off the impression that she was shimmering and this in turn made her look like she was glowing like a fairy of some sorts or maybe an angel. Although she doubted that anyone would think she was an angel after at least a day in the arena.

Maybell, another member of her prep team who had disappeared halfway through the eye makeup, came bustling back into the room carrying a pair of golden high heels that were luckily nowhere near as tall as the ones she'd been practising in. With a sigh she slipped the right heel onto her foot and stood up trying not to twist her ankle as she wobbled precariously trying to get her other foot into the second high heel.

Ocean seemed to sense her internal struggle and extended a hand - which she clasped gratefully - as she inserted her foot into the other gold shoe.

Arching her back she spun around slowly testing out the heels and how they felt on her feet. She was glad that they fit her properly considering she didn't remember anyone taking any measurements of her feet.

Genevieve nodded happily to herself now all she needed was a dress and then she would be ready to win over all the sponsors she needed to emerge as victor of the 70th Hunger Games.

A couple seconds later Octavia strode through the door dress bag in hand.

"Ahh good you're ready and I must say your makeup is looking fabulous." She clapped her hands together and Augusta unzipped the dress bag with a flourish revealing a gold thigh high dress with a slit down the middle.

Octavia gave a dazzling smile, her pearl white teeth flashing in the sun. She grinned back, this was exactly what she needed to reel in the crowd.

Genevieve slipped off her robe and her prep team clamoured to help her put on the dress. It fit snugly around her but Octavia still had to make some last minute checks. It wouldn't do to have the dress start slipping halfway through her interview.

Octavia gave a holler of triumph once she had pinned everything in place. Taking the pins out her mouth she called "Take a walk around the room for me dear." Genevieve complied, hopping off the stool and strutting around the room confidently.

Her prep team clapped enthusiastically, praising they're hard work and shrieking in delight every couple of seconds.

"You look beautiful my darling. The crowd is going to love you." Octavia sighs clasping a hand to his chest.

"I hope they will because I'm going to need sponsorships if I'm going to win."

"Of course you'll win, sweetheart. You're the best contestant we've seen, since — well since Finnick Odair." Genevieve grimaced at the name.

"I'm not gonna be like Finnick Odair. I'm going to be better." She decided speaking her thoughts to the room of stylists who agreed wholeheartedly with everything she was saying.