The Hunger Games (MCR Fanfic)

Chapter 6

Word Count: 5,967

Started: March 14th, 2016                                          Finished: June 2nd, 2016

Holy shit! It's been like forever since I updated, I do apologize for that. I'll explain why in the long ass author's note at the end I always put. Anyway in this chapter Gerard is definitely going to get some sponsors, we meet Cinna, & there may or may not be a little Ryden tidbit at the end. Okay enjoy ;)!         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  

     I chew on my lip to stifle a cry of pain as Venia, a woman from my prep team with ocean colored hair & thick gold eyebrows rips a strip of fabric from my thigh, ripping out all of the hairs on it. "Sorry! You're just so hairy!" she pipes in her ridiculous Capitol accent. She starts spreading wax over another section of my thigh when Octavia, another woman from my prep team who has more of a curvy figure & pea-green dyed skin, notices my lip biting.

"Oh Gerard! You mustn't do that! You're lips could become lopsided. Or worse, chapped!" she cries. It's impossible not to mimic how Capitol people talk, it's just so silly! Clipped words, strange vowels, a hiss on the letter 'S'. They barely move their jaws when they speak & their voices are oddly high for being fully grown adults.

"Now don't fret, if he keeps on doing that we could always still correct them by injecting filler," says Flavius smiling & gesturing to a tray of needles with fillers of different thickness. I immediately look the other way. I've never seen so many needles at once, it terrifies me. & God knows what they use to make the stuff they'd inject into my lips.

I stop biting my lips to avoid getting any filler injected in just because I chap them or make one lip lopsided. Venia finishes spreading a waxy substance across another section of my thigh & then lays the strip of fabric over it. "Good news, this is the last one. Ready? 1...2...3!" she says quickly pulling out all the hairs on that section of my thigh. I grip the table I'm lying down on & let out a squeak of pain as she rips the fabric from my upper leg.

So much hair has been removed from me. I feel like a goose that's been plucked of it's feathers & is now ready for roasting. I've been in the remake center for about three hours now & I still haven't met my stylist yet. Apparently they don't want to see me until I've been rid of all my body hair, given a manicure & pedicure, & scrubbed down thoroughly.

My underarm hair, leg hair, arm hair, & even hair from my more private areas are completely gone. It was very awkward & uncomfortable when my prep team did that. Honestly, I don't think it was very necessary. But then again, I'm probably going to have just a small coating of black dust or shorts that barely even count as shorts on, so I guess that was sort of a good idea.

My prep team helps me off the rather tall table & hands me back my robe I was wearing before they stripped me of all my body hair. My skin has went from a pale, milky white to a rosy pink from all of the scrubbing, waxing, & grooming they've done. Earlier, they cleansed me with a gritty blue foam that probably removed all of the dirt I ever had on me in my life & at least three layers of skin. That I feel I could've done myself without the help of others.

For the past few hours I've been very uncomfortable. Not just with being plucked & waxed, but also my slight embarrassment of being nude in front of people I barely even know. Not even my own mother has seen me naked as much as my prep team already has. It's not helping that they're eyeing me up at the moment.

"Hmm, a boy with rather curvaceous hips. That's something you don't normally see from district 12," Octavia remarks. Venia then observes my apparent shapely figure. "Not something you'd see in the Capitol either," she adds. "I like it, it gives him a more feminine look. I wonder if Cinna will do the same with him as that other stylist did with the girly looking boy from 5 a few games ago," Flavius comments.