Clove found herself sucking in yet another sharp wince. An hour prior, she'd discovered what exactly her 'prep' team were for, and wasn't at all pleased about it.Five times now, she'd endured the physical torture of what they called waxing. A layer of hot wax would be poured onto her leg, spread out with a flat stick, and would be torn off her body; taking with it what little body hair Clove had, and what she reckoned was two layers of skin. "My." Judas said, stood at the foot of the steel table she lay on. "You my dear, have to be one of the few people I've met, who haven't reacted badly to the waxing" He said, ripping off yet another dried strip of wax. Causing Clove to wince slightly.
"We've had some tributes cry, on this table." Cordelia chimed in, shaking her head slightly.
I can honestly see why.
"Who needs skin anyways?" Clove murmured sarcastically, garnering a laugh from both Judas and Cordelia.
"Okay dear." Judas said after a while, "You'll be ready to see Yvette, once we hose you down a couple of times."
"Hose me down?" Clove asked, in alarm, almost instantly shooting up into a sitting position.
Clove had every right to be concerned after all.
By the time the prep process had come to an end, she felt completely red and raw. She couldn't recall a time her body felt so stiff and so sore, for a brief moment, Clove wondered if 'prepping' was something capitol citizens underwent frequently. At first Clove couldn't fathom what type of person would intentionally subject themselves to that kind of torture; then again they were Capitol residents. Their entire lives revolved around odd and unfathomable practices. The door of small, but welcoming room Clove at in, swung open and in came Yvette. As Clove watched her glide through the room, she couldn't help but feel oddly relieved. It was nice to finally be in the presence of someone refreshingly normal, after having spent almost forty-eight hours, in a strange place full of strange and unfamiliar people. Yvette obtained a normal skin tone, not the bleach-white colour that apparently seemed to be trending in the Capitol, the very colour Lillia was. She had glossy black hair that was almost perfectly trimmed and had piercing green eyes. She seemed like a fashionable woman, and wore a long royal blue dress with a bottom that swayed everytime she moved. She clearly carried herself with elegance and grace, more so than the Capitol citizens nonetheless. "Clove." She spoke, as she outstretched her arms, catching Clove in a hug that took her by surprise. "I'd hoped Judas and Cordelia weren't too rough on you." She stated, as she examined the light redness, Clove's skin had to it. Almost looking slightly embarrassed.
"I'm afraid you didn't hope hard enough." Clove said with a half-smile.
"I apologise." She said with a soft smile, "The worst of it is over, however." She continued, ushering Clove over to a couch that was up against a wall. Clove slowly took a seat, privy to the fact that if she moved too quick, she'd only worsen the stiffness she felt in her bones. "Let's discuss the tribute parade." She continued.
"Okay."
"Yakob, Cato's stylist, and myself had spent a lot of time brainstorming some ideas. It took a while, and quite a bit of back and forth, but we eventually landed on the idea of gladiators." She explained, practically bursting excitement.
"Gladiators?" Clove replied, indirectly asking her to elaborate.
"Well dear, when you think of gladiators what do you think of?" She asked.
"I think of, strong and courageous people." Clove said with a shrug, "People that would do just about anything for honour," She said with a break. "Even die."
