After the Tribute Parade, I was pretty confident with myself. I am carrying on Finnick Odair’s legacy. They will love me, just as much as they loved him. I just know that I stunned the Gamemakers in my private sessions. I am guaranteed to get a good training score. And I did. I got a 10. That’s as much as the little District One girl that I am very surprised even got a good number. She’s so small. She may in the Career pack, but she’ll be the one I get first, easy prey and my bets will go up. I will get more sponsors, because I killed a Career. Tonight is our Tribute Interviews. I’m not nervous. I won the Parade. I can definitely outshine any tribute on the Interviews. In the late morning at about ten ‘o clock, my stylist comes and knocks on my door, I open it and she beckons me to follow her. I do as she commands and follow her into a room. The prep team surrounds me, immediately paying attention to my nails, painting them a deep sea blue, my teeth are still altered to look as if they are half-filled with water. They leave them that way. They wet what looks like a dried up sea snake until it is filled with water and it starts writhing in their hands. They gently wrap it around my arm and it acts as a live armlet. It is made to look as if it is winding around my arm, never stopping, but yet it is not alive. They tell me to sit down as they moisturize my skin and perfect my eyebrows. They tell me not to be afraid, but that they are going to put something in my eye, not to blink. I see them coming down with something to put in my eye, I blink and they scold me for it. They decide to hold my eye open so they can put something transparent on it. Soon they do both eyes and I feel no different.
Out of my peripheral vision I see them dabbling on a computer. Later I realize they were designing the transparent skin they had added to my eyes. They tell me to sit up and I do, they surround me yet again. This time working on my hair, they put it up, making it look regal, twirls wrapping around my head, but they put blue strands in my hair, so it looks almost as if the blue in weaving in and out of the twirl. They tell me to wait for my stylist, because she has my dress. I wait patiently and she comes in a few minutes later, holding a hanger that has a cover over my outfit. She tells me to take off my clothes and she slips the dress over me.
“Go look in the mirror.”
I do, and what I see stuns me. Besides the twirl with blue that wraps around my head, there are iridescent strands of…hair that are loosely hanging in choice places, it looks almost impossible. I see a movement on my right arm, it is the sea snake, but it is more beautiful than ever. My shoes are like my Tribute Parade outfit. They shimmer and look as if they are made of water, but I can tell better, they hurt already. But when I look back at my face, I see they have painted shimmering designs near my eyes and my eyelashes look as if there is dew drops on them, yet when I blink they do not fall off. But the most stunning o all is my eyes. Oh, my eyes! They are the bluest blue you’ve ever seen, icy blue, they change. But the designs on the whites of my eye were impressive, they were waves, and it looks incredible. I mouth to my stylist, ‘Thank you.’ She just nods in compliance. I realize this whole ordeal took up the time and that I now needed to go to the interviews. We all meet up at the elevator and once we get there, all the tributes are lined up to take the stage. All twenty-four of us sit in a big arc. I’ll be first for my District, since the girl tribute precedes the boy from each district. Soon it is my turn. I hold my head up high and walk confidently onto the stage. I take a seat across from Caesar Flickerman, who is still around, this year wearing a regular suit and tie. Amazing. Before I do seat myself, I shake his hand. He asks me several questions, to where I answer confidently. One catches me off guard though.
“Are you expecting to be better than District Four’s previous victor, Finnick Odair?” I stay silent for a moment and he looks at me expectantly. I fiddle with my fingers.
“Er..well..” I stammer, then gather myself together. “No. I only expect to carry on his legacy.”
“So be it.” Caesar replied and stands up, taking my hand, I stand up as well. The buzzer goes off after the three minute limit.
“Sorry. We’re out of time. Best of luck, Celia Odair, tribute from District Four!”
The applause is deafening, and my ears are still ringing even after I take a seat.
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