The 2nd Annual Wattpad Hunger Games

Task 2: Entries

District 1

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Alexis Topaz

I slip off my shoes and lay down on the table. The dressing gown they gave me to wear is warm and fluffy, but I know I won't be wearing it for long. Larsirty, one of my prep team members, walks into the room holding a nail file. Her pink-and-green Capitol dyed eyebrows arch at the sight of me. Her matching hair tosses around her breasts as she calls to my other prep team member, Tuie. "She's not too bad" she yells in the strong Capitol accent. Her skin is a whirl of colours. I notice she has scales up her legs, like a strange-looking fish. Tuie calls an inaudible reply and enters the room. He has slightly tinted green skin, and strange eyes like a cat. His hair sticks up in black, purple and blue. He holds a pair of scissors. I relax and they start to prepare me like chicken before a roast. After a while, I am squeaky-clean and smelling slightly like a cake. My nails are round and black, with a shimmering gold stripe down the middle. My hair is washed and brushed out around my back. They keep checking over me until I am 'finally ready to meet my stylist'. They lead me into a room and sit me down on a plush red lounger. I am alone while I wait for my stylist. 

She walks in. A smug smile is caressing her face. She motions for me to stand, and she drops my robe. She looks me over and mutters to herself quietly. She walks away from me and I winder what I have done to make her frown at me so much. "You are pretty" she says in a soft Capitol accent, that tickles on her tongue. "That is good. My name is Mareaea" I stare at her, goosebumps covering my chilly arms. She racks through a wardrobe and pulls out what looks like it must be my dress. It is black, like my nails, and nothing more. She drapes it over my head, and I pull it on. It itches slightly. I see that it is tight around my figure, but pouffs out from my waist down until it ruffles about half a meter away from my feet.

My stylist does my hair up into an updo and places a plain black headband over my head, pushing my fringe back. She hands me some plain black heels and walks back to the closet. I slip them onto my feet and stand up. She hugs a giant canister in her arms. She must have noticed my wide eyes because she smirks and giggles. Before I can react she holds the canister over my head and shakes it. I feel a tingling sensation and realize I am covered in glitter. Then she presses a remote controlled button and I almost scream. The dress glows a gold. It is gorgeous. Nothing special, but absolutely beautiful.

After applying make up, I finally make my way down to where the chariots are. My horses are gleaming white with long flowing manes. I see Alex, and walk over to him. He is dressed in black, too, with an elaborate golden design on the front of his shimmering shirt. I notice that he is glowing slightly too - dimmer, more masculine. I smile to him. "Hey" I greet him and lead my district partner over to the chariot at the front. It is beautifully decorated, with a large '1' printed on both sides. Mareaea and Alex's stylist, Claud, help us up onto the chariot. I wobble slightly in my large heels, but catch my balance. "Good luck" Mareaea and Claud exclaim together, and they wave us off as the chariot starts to move. "Smile" I murmur to Alex through a gritted grin.

The Capitol roars with cheering at the sight of the first district. We smile and wave. I blow kisses to the overly excited men and women, who faint at just the sight of us. They really can't wait until the games. I see Pinocchio which the other mentors and look him in the eyes. He nods slightly. He knows that we will get sponsors this year, our stylists did a good job. I look back and see that the last carriage has arrived in the stadium. I look up to see President Cakes and last years victor, Penny Dilla, up on the balcony. She whispers to President Cakes, and something tells me it's not good. But I keep smiling, letting the screaming Capitol citizens deafen me.

After another twenty-or-so minutes of standing and entertaining the crowd, our horses finally reach the end. Pinocchio rushes to greet Alex and I. "You guys were amazing, well done. I already have had phone calls from likely sponsors" he gives me a warm hug before skidding off to do something else. Our escort meets us next, and mutters her praise. She herds us out of the carriage and towards the elevator. I slip the pins out of my hair and finally relax. First impression? Tick!