The Fourth Olympics

S I X \\ When Stylists Attack

L A R I S E

As I finished devouring my stack of chocolate chip waffles, slices of bacon, and piles of scrambled eggs, I noticed we had finally arrived at the Capitol. I set down my fork and knife and went to look out the window. The Capitol was absolutely lovely with magnificent architecture and tall buildings.

Everything but the water there seemed artificial and modern. It's a Utopian fantasy land. We began to pull into the station and I waved Draco over. He sighed and abandoned his breakfast to come see the Capitol people.

The people on the Capitol were all dressed funny, their skin died crazy colors, with strange wigs, and other attached accessories. They seemed to be extremely excited to see us, and Flavia instructed us to get ready. This was our first chance to get sponsors. Finally, the train halted and the door opened to the outside world.

I had to refrain myself from squealing in excitement and floundered off the train. The Capitol people tried to touch me and grabbed my hand, I pretended to be happy and amazed, trying to high five, fist bump, and shake every hand that I came across. Every time they I greeted one of them, they cheered louder and I swear it was like a human zoo.

Draco was fitting comfortably into the flirtatious look too. He winked in a group of girls' direction and they all sighed, swooning like they'd been shot by Cupid. He shot everyone a charming smirk and disappeared inside the building where we'd be prepped for the parade as he had been standing in front of me.

I shook one last person's hand and walked in after them, Flavia following. Once we were inside, Flavia congratulated us by telling us we might actually come out alive. I couldn't see how that was a good job, but Draco took it and we waited for our stylist team.

Finally, two groups rushed over to us that both composed of three people. The first group had a strange curvaceous woman that looked like a tiger with her orange and black skin, and tiger skin dress. She even had tiger ears in her curly brown hair, and the heel of her orange pumps looked like a tiger claw; a male with heavy gelled hair that was died all sorts of crazy colors, who was wearing this rainbow outfit; finally a man who resembled a peacock with his turquoise, green, and blue feathery clothing.

The second group consisted of a woman who was literally dressed in cake, no seriously, her dress was made of cake; another woman who wore a skin tight leopard printed leotard that hugged her daunting curves; lastly a young girl (I think she was a young girl) who wore a strapless croptop, and a frilly blue skirt.

The first group took Draco, and the second group took me. Draco waved goodbye to me and I waved back while we were taken down separate hallways to be turned into hell knows what.

The cake lady, Tirana, had my body hair waxed off me, which by the way, hurt like hell. It was brutally ripped off me like no one noticed I was an actual human being. Not a sheep being sheered! I cried out every time hair was yanked off my skin. The torture was never ending.

When Tirana finally decided she was done, she passed me off the the leotard woman, Dasha, who was supposed to bathe and clean me. Dasha kept trying to strike conversations with me as she drowned me in bath water and scrubbed me like there was no tomorrow.

After that, I was handed over to the young girl who was named Cindy. She prepped me to have my makeup down after I received my outfit for the parade. Then all three of them led me to the room where I'd meet my stylist and be dressed.

I sat on a bed, naked, with my skin raw and burning. I really wanted to get up and get out of this place, but then the door opened to reveal a stunning woman who looked similar to... Flavia?