Hide and Seek

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A/N: Please comment, vote, suggest, and support! ♥  Sorry for so many grammar mistakes.. I was rushing.

Here's Luna_Love_Luna's silver parachute containing a special message: "You were my first fan. Thank you so much for that beginning support, and thank you so much for sponsoring Skyler Odair! Hope you never give up on her!"

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Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact.

As I prepared to go to my prep team, I thought, I have barely any body hair. They dont need to wax me. I thought wrong.

R-r-rip!

A horrible noise comes out of my mouth before I clamp down on my bottom lip. Then I appologize to the orange haired woman named Jupia who just ripped off a piece of tape along with my barely visible leg hairs.

"You aren't so hairy, but Paprika, your stylist says she wants to waxed and plucked," a red haired woman named Jewel says, ripping off another piece of tape. "Great news is, this is the last one."

I smile at her and grip the edges of the table. The final swathe of my leg hair is uprooted in a painful jerk. I've been in the Remake Center for more that two hours and I still haven't met my stylist. Apparently she has no interest seeing me until members of my prep team have addressed some obvious problems. They already scrubbed down my body with a gritty foam that has not only removed dirt but about three layers of skin, turning my nails unto uniform shapes, and ridding my body of hair.

"You're actually doing very well. Most of the time we get whiners. You actually remind us of your father very much," Jewel says.

After they're done with the ripping, they grease me down in some kind of ointment that stings at first but then soothes my raw skin. They all hover around me with tweezers. My body is so prodded with that I feel numb. What little hair I had, was stripped from my legs, underarms, eyebrows, and other places I'd much rather not think about.

"Now that we've cleaned you up a bit, you actually look like a human being!" Jupia says and they all laugh.

I give them my camera winning smile and say in my sweetest voice, "Thank you. I don't have much cause to look nice where I live." I point to Jewel and Jupia's hair both and say without waver, "I really love the vibrant colors. My hair is quite boring."

This wins them over completely. This is my specialty when relating to people. Even when I hate them and how despicable they are, I compliment them and then demote myself to make them feel good.

Soon they call in Paprika, my stylist. I'm nervous but they've taken the robe I've been allowed to wear on and off with them. I sit on a table, stripped naked. A door opens and a young woman who must be Paprika walks in. Her dark blue hair is strewn with star clips and her skin is dyed a pale green.  Her eyelashes dont have hair, but multicolored feathers. She is dyed and stenciled all over with designs its almost grotesque.

"Hello Skyler. I'm Paprika, your amazing stylist," the woman says. She seems like shes desperately trying to look young and her voice is amazingly altered by the Capitol's affectations.

"Hello," I venture cautiously and wrap my arms around my chest. Then I give her my winning smile and she smiles back with equal verve.

"Give me a moment," she says. Then she walks around my naked body, not touching me, but taking every inch with her eyes. I feel like I'm being peered into and I hate it.

"You remind me of your father. Did you know I was his stylist?" She says this like a brag. Shes incredibly flamboyant and I hate her already, but what else can I do? I cant resist to Nikolai's advice to not resist.