Born to die | Finnick x Male oc

Cowboy. 3

Once we left the darkness of the tunnel, light flooded the windows of the train, loud cheering and screaming echoed around surely much louder outside the train's walls. Thousands of people stood in crowds ignoring each other's personal space, acting as if they were trying to reach someone special. I guess we were those special people.

Petunia finally stood from the table and took Grace's wrist in hand, lightly pulling her from the window. She informed us we had to wait for confirmation before we could step off the train and reminded everyone to quickly preen before being seen by the masses of people and cameras.

Taking her own advice the green lady quickly vanished, obviously about to try and make sure she looks good. Mary approached Grace and began making sure she was presentable and Mable just winked at me, still sitting around the table now alone.

It didn't take long for a robotic voice to call to us through the intercom, giving us the thumbs up to leave the high speed vehicle. I had trouble standing from my seat, finding the strength in my legs to leave the fancy train and take the next step in my journey. Petunia became frantic, manhandling everyone on board and lining us in formation, reminding us to smile as this will be a small sneak peak for the crowds.

When the doors opened our peacekeeper protection was waiting, surrounding us as soon as we stepped into the concrete. Keeping the fans away or keeping us from escaping, one or the other. They stuck with us until we were loaded into yet another heavy vehicle, taking us straight to the remake centre.

The remake centre was a little slice of hell, a bunch of stylists all judging the people they worked on. They washed me multiple times, using rough mixtures to exfoliate my skin raw. Waxing me all over, making sure I didn't have a single hair on my body except for my head. These three people I was currently alone with had seen more of me than most had, something that had little comfort.

They joked around with each other, even trying to get me involved, gossiping about all their latest romances and flings, asking if there was a young boy or girl back home waiting for me, even making inappropriate jokes in a way of objectifying my body. I laughed it all off but had never felt like a piece of meat before, something I felt I'd have to get used to

"Wait here..your designer will be here shortly" the lead stylist said, running her hand down my leg as they left causing me to grimace. I used to like being hit on, the feeling of knowing someone found you attractive but this was not the same. It was predatory.

"Fucking creeps.." I muttered to myself once I felt out of earshot, I couldn't be rude to them, I couldn't defend myself to anyone whilst I needed them all.

"I'm sorry about them" a voice said warmly, causing me to kick up slightly still in the nude from the work the trio had done. He looked me up and down and sighed before turning away and offering me a robe. " they don't know how to act around pretty people".

I quickly tied on the robe and looked at the man who gifted it to me, he looked young, older than me but young. He didn't look like anyone else from the Capitol. He almost looked normal. Black hair minimally styled and only black lipstick as makeup.
"Colt" I said, finally finding my voice again, offering it to the other who took it instantly.

"Mars" he replied.

"So do they usually do this kind of thing?" I asked, still trying to make light of what had happened, I didn't want to admit I was a victim of something, that I was out of control.

" yes.." he said idly as he played with zipped up outfit bags, trying to find the one he wanted. " all the time, but when I'm here, no." He then looked at me with a reassuring smile. " They won't be left alone with you again".