Forever in the Games- UNDER EXTREME EDITING

Chapter Seven

We're taken off the train after waiting for about fifteen minutes. Once again, we're instructed not to talk to them, just smile and wave. We were seated in the car, and taken to the Tributes building, but first, every tribute had to be taken to the prep room, where we would be 'cleaned up', and then get dressed up in ridiculous outfits for the opening ceremony. Seeing as I don't need anything worked on me, as Effie makes my stylists fix me up at least twice a week, I go straight to District Twelve's stylist's studio. We get a new one every year, so it should be a nice surprise.

When I arrive at the studio, I'm wearing nothing but a blue paper gown, which only reaches my knees. The doors zoom open, and my new stylist walks in. He has brown eyes, covered in gold eyeliner, a little facial hair, short black hair, dark skin, and six gold earrings, four in the left ear and two in the right. He's not old, maybe in his late thirties.

"Hello Lucinda, my name is Cinna" He says, stretching out his hand, expecting me to shake it. I look at his hand, and then back at him.

"Don't act all nice to me; you're only being nice because you have to."

"In fact, no one has told me to be nice, actually if I recall, they told me to talk to you a little as possible. They're scared you see" I smirk

"Why are you talking to me then?"

"You're, a legend, it's an honor. But overall, I can't co-operate with the people I work with unless I know exactly what they do and do not want" I snort, this one's... different. He actually takes his work seriously.

"But still, you're the newcomer; every newcomer gets stuck with District twelve because we're less important." I tell him. He looks slightly taken back, and slowly lowers his hand back down to his side.

"On the contrary, I asked for District Twelve." This time, it's me who looks surprised.

"Why?"

"I have my reasons" I'm not convinced.

"You would have been assigned here anyway, but you'll be just as useless as every other stylist we've had" I jump down from the bed, and walk around the room.

"Well you should count yourself lucky you won't have to put up with me for long." He says, watching my every move.

"You know it's me who decides if we keep you or not" He shakes his head.

"No I didn't know that, but thank you for letting me know" I'm surprised he's being so polite. I've just made him sound like my pet, and he's still being as polite as ever.

"So what type of outfits do you have in store for us this year then?" I ask, simply out of interest.

"There's a lot of fire, you're not afraid of fire are you Lucinda?" I stop and frown.

"I'm not afraid of anything" Cinna nods.

"I'm prepared to blow the Capitol away this year" 'that's what they all say 'I think to myself

We stand in silence for a little, until we're interrupted by another stylist, and they whisper something to Cinna

"It's rude to whisper" I state, and fold my arms. They both look up, and the other stylist leaves the room.

"That was Octavia, Peeta's main stylist, Flavius will be yours and I will be Katniss', but we all work together.  I've just been informed that the other two are ready, now I need to go need talk to them, it was lovely to meet you Lucinda, I will see you before and after the ceremony." And with that, he leaves the room.

"Look this way Lucinda, just while she finishes adding the final touches to your braided headdress" I've been stuck in the same position for forty-five minutes, and it really isn't comfortable. Flavius turned up shortly after Cinna left. His hair is like formed orange corkscrew curls, which amuse me, and wears purple lipstick.