PRIM'S POV
Pluck! Pluck! I winch at every little eyebrow hair that's been whipped off my skin with a tiny metal tool that is apparently called a tweezer. "Sorry if this is hurting darling! It won't be long untill you meet Cinna! We don't need to do much work on you, because, well you're not that hairy or filthy!" laughs a man with pale blue skin, neon green lips and caramel coloured hair with stripes of shocking pink in them named Velvius. After doing both eyebrows, he gently applies a gooey cream to the plucked areas which soothes down the pain. A young woman appears with a bright magenta wig, orange skin and yellow eyelashes dusted heavily with pink glitter. "Hello there sweetie! Now this won't hurt a bit I'm just going to lightly shave off bits of leg and arm hair. Luckily, you don't have much so it won't take long! By the way, I am Opinia," Fortunately, this is less painful than the plucking. Few seconds later, another young woman with multicoloured eyelashes, frizzy aqua blue hair and lips with diamante on them appears in my sight, smiles and says, "I am Venisa! Hello! Myself, Opinia and Velvius are going to be your prep team. And after we are done with you, I will take you to Cinna, your main stylist! Ok sweetheart?" I give a small nod. She grabs a curved metal device and twists a large knob. Instantly, clean water comes cascading heavy and fast like magic! I'm so fascinated! Venisa hovers it up and down my arms and legs. The fresh, cooling liquid sliding off my skin relaxes me untill I almost fall asleep. Suddenly, it stops. I frown with dissapointment. Opinia gently dries my wet arms and legs with one of those same light, soft towels in the tribute train. Carefully, Velvius lifts me up and guides me to the room where I get to meet Cinna. Eventually, he opens a door and directs me in and leaves without saying a word. A young man with smooth caramel skin, cropped black hair dressed in simple clothes (a black shirt, trousers and boots) with a bit of gold eyeshadow dusted onto his eyelids is sitting down on a black leather couch. He's nothing like I expected him. I thought he'd be like the other Capitol people that I've met with their peculiar looks, but no. He actually looks normal.
"Hello Primrose. Please sit down," no Capitol accent either. I nervously sit down next to him. Cinna pushes a small green button on the wall and a large metal tray slides out, presenting us with a giant dish filled with chunks of meat in an irresistable, enticing sauce. Fresh white loaves presented in the shape of a flower, a silver tray containing hot, steaming pasta and a bowl heaping with salad leaves, succulent tomatoes, fresh carrots and crunchy celery sticks. I gawp at it in amazement. These people can get a more than filling feast in just the simple press of a button. At home we have to hunt, trade, grow crops, work several hours a week. But they press a button. Cinna must have seen the expression on my face, because he said, "You must think we're so despicable," My eyes turn to him. I have never seen or heard a Capitol citizen speak like that. It's like he's on the district's side, like he knows how tough life is for us. Out of all the people I have met here, Cinna has to be my favourite. He's different. He understands me. I can't ignore the question that's been rattling inside my brain any longer! So I just say it. "Are you from the Capitol?" He smiles a little and answers by saying, "Yes, I am. I know I haven't got the accent but, I suppose it's because my mother, a Capitol citizen, married a man from District 11," This confuses me and I reply with an ,"Oh,"
"Well her parents didn't approve, but she did it anyway because she loved him so much," Fascinated by the love of a District and Capitol citizen, I ask, "How did they meet?"
"My mother was also a stylist in the games, she was very young. It was her first year and she was eleven's stylist. That was when she met my father, the boy tribute. They fell in love the moment they met. They were both eighteen. Before Thomas, my father, went into the arena she said to him, "Please Tom! Please win! You have to!" And he said, "Of course I will! I will win for both of us! Do you understand? For both of us." But he didn't win. He was in the final two, so close. A Capitol muttation killed him. Swipe seekers. Now my mother will not even leave the house. She doesn't move, go out do anything. Just sits there like she's dead," Cinna says. "My mother's the same. Father died in a mine explosion. But how can he be your father when he died in the games?" I ask, puzzled. He replies with, "They made me the day before he was to go into the arena. After the first week of the games she found out she was pregnant with his baby, me. In a sponsor he was given in the games, his mentor allowed my mother to put in a photo of me and a little note saying, "Our baby boy, Cinna," " I smile warmingly at the thought and a small tear slides down his cheek. Shaking himself out from his little world, he says to me, "So tonight is the opening ceremonies. Tribute parade. Now you and Peeta have to wear something that reflects your district's trade." I don't look very pleased and say, "Well it's coal mining, so some miners clothes?"
