Ember (THG Mockingjay sequel)

Chapter 8

I love the beginning of this chapter xD oh and reminder, their cat's name is Madge if you forgot.

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Chapter 8-

30 minutes later I'm sitting on a metal table naked being touched by people I don't know in places that shouldn't be touched. This ranks number 1 in weirdest things that have happened to me. These people are my prep team. They are remaking me to beauty base zero.

"Do you think her eyebrows are too thick?" one of them says.

"No, my concern is her hair, should we cut it more?"

"definitely not! Shes supposed to look like Katniss! Lets take some off her eyebrows though." they get to work on the little things they might have missed. It was odd having people talk about me like I was a doll they could style. It made me feel uncomfortable.

"Done!" They all stop and run off to go get someone. I get up and grab my robe. It hurts a lot to move. I cover myself with the robe and sit. I can see all the other tributes, which meant they could see me. That made it even more awkward than before. I sat there for over 5 minutes before a middle-aged man with gold eyeliner, and eyeshadow on. He had brown hair and was looking closely at me. I felt like shrinking down to the size of Madge and running away. Finally, he grabbed my hand and said,

"I'm Clyde, your stylist for the games." He pulls my hand up, indicating for me to get up. I stand and follow him to a private room. There is a mirror, a table with two couches on each side, and a big glass window overlooking the capitol.

"Sit, we'll have lunch." He sits on one couch. I sit in the other.

"No thanks, I'm not hungry."

"Are you sure?" he presses a button and food magically appears. I try to find where it comes from without looking like it.

"yes, I ate before."

"Suit yourself." he digs in to his lunch and I fumble with the pin from mom.

"That's quite a unique pin you have there. Is it your moms pin?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I can certainly use that for something. Now, I was thinking we could go with a sweet and innocent vibe from you. Since you're the youngest tribute. But your chariot outfit won't be much like that."

"What will it look like?"

"Cover your eyes." He grabs my hand and guides me somewhere. I feel leary about someone i just met taking me somewhere. I stand waiting. I hear a door open and close, then again. Someone try's to take off my robe. I jump and whack whoever it was.

"Relax! I'm just putting you in your chariot outfit." I stop struggling. I feel a heavy material placed on me. It drags me down. Then a heavy headpiece is placed on my head. I feel like a 10 ton weight was placed on me.

"Ok, open." I open my eyes. A strange and mysterious girl is looking at me from the mirror. My outfit is a full leather crocodile bodysuit, thats low on the shoulders. There is a black cape that goes down to my feet on my back. On my feet are leather studded ankle boots. A piece of coal on a headband sits on my head. My hair is normal and I'm wearing no makeup.

"It's not done yet, of course. I still have to do your makeup and hair. Speaking of which, did your mother do your braid for the reaping?"

"Yes." I whisper.

"Ok, I'll be right back." he leaves the room. I stare at myself. The costume is so amazing. Clyde is amazing. Soon he comes back with my mother who stands with her hands over her mouth. I can see tears forming in her eyes.