Broken Ones

All- Chapter 15

//No I did not forget about Nicole, I purposely left her out because after the interviews there is some Clato stuff which I'm excited to write. There are pictures to help you visualize what they are wearing. I changed it from the film not only because my outfit choices are better but Glimmer wore a gold dress not a pink one. Also, if you saw the 'glitch' of this coming out a couple of days ago that was just me accidentally pushing publish and having to take it down because it wasn't complete. So here we are, what I, and a lot of you have been waiting for, I give you chapter 15//

Glimmers POV

The interviews are tonight, and unfortunately I have to go through the process of the disgusting Capitol people touching me in places I don't necessarily want to be touched. I can bathe myself, I can do my hair by myself, and I can certainly clothe myself. Way better than these mucks can even fathom. But apparently, I can't do it well enough for the camera.

They won't have to wax me today, luckily, so I won't have to endure much more pain, well, physical pain. The constant squeaking of their little hamster talk gets quite annoying after awhile. I'm much better to listen to than them; I at least have a decent voice, despite all of Clove's comments telling me otherwise. I'm almost 99.9% sure they got a surgery to permanently make their voice sound like they inhaled helium.

"Ooh darling we must paint your nails this colour! It would go perfectly with your dress!" Simon gushed holding up a bottle of nail polish with a nude-peach colour. Another one named Ponnie shrieked in disgust and slapped the bottle out of Simon's hand, causing it to fall on my lap.

"No no no Simon! We promised Lawrence we would use the gold sparkly one! Feebee! Bring me the correct nail polish ASAP!" Ponnie urges the third, shorter Capitol freak, who squeaks in surprise and runs over to the array of polish lined up, colour coordinated.

Once she brings back the polish Ponnie yanks it out of Feebee's hands causing her to yelp quietly, before running off once more to get a hairbrush which lay on the opposite side of the room. Simon scowls, and turns to get the correct foundation for my face. That's all the makeup he's required to do, because my stylist, Lawrence, will complete the rest, as well as complete my hair and, obviously, give me my dress. I hope it goes with my theme; Gloss told me I should go for a flirty approach, which won't be too much of a hassle since that is who I am. Yes I know I'm flirty, I make myself that way. Most of the time guys come running after me but, in this case, Cato has his mind set on other things, maybe even another girl. I won't accept this, and maybe if I continue to flirt he'll change his mind. Yes, that's a great idea.

Sitting in my thoughts, I didn't realize that the squeaking ceased. I had just tuned them out like usual. I snapped out of my dazed state when I hear the door slam shut.

"Glimmer, darling!" Lawrence exclaims and claps his hands together before gesturing me to stand up. I get out of the seat for a moment, doing a little spin before sitting down once more. He beams with excitement before hurrying over to the array of makeup, categorized perfectly. He picks up a pallet of eyeshadow and hurries back over to me. He gently applies a light gold eyeshadow, and then goes on to apply little eyeliner, a coat of mascara, and a light pink lipstick that he finishes with a gloss. He then moved onto my hair, which he curls into loose ringlets with lay over my shoulders.

"Glimmer, here." Lawrence hands me a dress, and ushers for me to put it on. I am rushed into the changing room as I pull on the dress. It is gold in colour, which explains all of the gold, and is sheer from the waist down ending about mid thigh. It is tight fitting up top and comes out halfway down, giving the look of a sheer tutu.