Indy's Games | Hunger Games Fanfic

The Prep Team

We must have been on that train for at least four days, and as much of a novelty as it was to be on the train now that it's time to get off it's very much good riddance.
While we were on the train nothing really happened. We ate a lot of fancy Capitol food, and I spoke to Harper every now and again but that was it. Both of our mentors are kind of useless so we've kind of realised this is a battle we need to fight on our own.
Harper's mentor is Chaff, he's been around here for a while. He was the Victor of the 45th Games, and ever since he's been a drunk. Not one male tribute in the 20 years since has been a victor and it seems to have taken a toll on him. I do feel bad for Chaff though, he lost his hand in his Games and probably turned to drinking to numb the pain. Then loosing 20 children, it must have been rough. My mentor is Seeder. Seeder has been around even longer than Chaff, her games were the 26th which were 40 years ago. Since then we have never had another female victor. Seeder seems sweet though as a mentor she is not much help, she's older mid to late fifties most likely she's not very stable either. Before her we only had one male Victor, but he passed away the year after Chaff's Games.
District 11 doesn't get a lot of Victors. We don't have great mentors, our outfits for the parade are never striking, so we don't get many sponsors, and we don't know much about weapons. All we really know is about plants which is helpful when it comes to feeding ourselves but not for much else. You can't kill anyone with a mint leaf.
The only advice the mentors gave us was, 'Don't protest so the stylists. Let them work their magic' so when we're whipped off the train and brought to what is called a prep team I try my hardest to keep that in mind. Though I'm not quite sure what they mean by magic, every year are tributes are dressed as farmers. The tributes have to be dressed up as something that represents their district and there isn't much else you can do with agriculture.
I'm given a prep team of three people. The first that catches my eye is Celestia. She's young, probably only ten or so years older than me, but absolutely smothered in makeup. Her eyes are pink, her lips are bright red as is her hair. She seems to have had some surgical procedures as when she comes in and smiles at me not one part of her face crinkles. The next is Cairo, his hair is navy blue as is his eye makeup and lips. He doesn't seem as young as Celestia and doesn't have the same spring in his step. The final member of my prep team is Ophelia. She seems younger than Cairo though not quite as young as Celestia. Her hair is yellow and pinned back behind her in sort of a bush shape. All of the makeup lathered onto her face is various shades of pink. I guess this look is normal in the Capitol though to me it just looks odd. It looks like when the children in the merchant section get their hands on some of their mother's makeup and begin to smear it around their faces.
After introducing themselves to me, Cairo grabs my hand and looks straight at my nails. A disgusted expression floats upon his face before he swiftly shuts it down. I don't blame him though, if your job were to look after my nails it would be quite a task. I bite my nails, I bite them when I'm nervous, I bite them when I'm bored, I bite them when I'm hungry but I still have hours before my next meal. Now they are a complete mess. They are short and stubby as well as being jagged and uneven. Celestia takes a look at my hair and smiles, I might not be able to maintain my nails but my hair I can do. Right now it's just in a ponytail down my back, but it's brushed and not as bad as Posey's hair can get overnight. Ophelia looks over my legs and sighs. I just now realise this will be a long day.
They have me undress and give me a thin robe to wear - his is continuously taken on and off on and off throughout our time together. Then they get straight to work. Ophelia waxes me, it's a strange feeling really, it doesn't quite hurt but it doesn't feel nice either. It sort of feels like at the end of the wheat season when we just end up thrashing through the wheat and then stings for a bit after. She removes all the hair from everywhere but my head and eyebrows. By the time she's done I feel bare like there is nothing there to protect me anymore.
While she's doing this, Celestia is doing my hair. She washes it, so thoroughly that I feel it's going to fall out. But by the time she's done the water in the bowl is brown. After doing this she dries my hair and then splits it into two halves and begins plaiting each half. I do this to Posey sometimes, though I haven't worn my hair like this in a long time.
Cairo after seeing the crisis of my nails gets straight to fixing them. Though they don't end up perfect they are definitely better than they once were. He then gets in with my makeup, though I don't know half the stuff he is using by the time I'm done I'm pleased with how I look as I still look like me. Thank goodness, I don't look like some Capitol girl as that wouldn't be right. I don't want to become someone else in the arena, I'm Indy Fields the girl from District 11 and during these last days of my life I want it to stay that way.
After they're done they have me remove the robe so that they can admire their work and pluck any and every single hair that was once on my body. During this entire process I learn a lot about them. That's another thing about the Capitol citizens they don't know how it shut up.
Once they are satisfied they leave to go find my stylist.