A True Tribute

Chapter 6: Remake Center

The train whips through the Capitol until we find an immense crowd of citizens screaming and cheering for us.

Marvel begins to wave.

I don't want to seem heartless so I pull up my chair to the window, but on charming smile and wave my hand in slow movements. But I keep a broad posture, I can't seem weak in front of my future sponsors.

"Ah, they're doing great" Fannia reports in a whisper to Amy. "I'm so proud, they really know what they're doing."

Is that crying I hear?

"Yes they seem like my most promising tributes" responds Amy.

I hear a muffled voice from outside the window. It belongs to Caesar Flickerman.

"And here they come! The District one train, containing our very first tributes. I wanna hear you scream Panem!"

Even though I can't hear him clearly I still hear that enthusiastic, proud voice of his.

I suddenly slip and crash onto the carpet of the train. We stopped. there is no more Capitol rumblings outside the window, just a plain blue wall.

"We're here!" Fannia informs "everybody to the front door."

I decide to just leave in the clothes that I'm wearing. I don't even go back for my reaping outfit, I don't need it anymore. Once I win, I'll have all the clothes I'll ever need.

The door slides open with a swishing sound.

"You first." instructs Marvel.

"Just down this hallway" Fannia informs Marvel and I. We have been wandering around a metallic hallway for what feels like hours. my hair goes from a yellowy blonde to a whiter, frizzy blonde, and I gain a headache. "Are we almost there?" I ask, wiping sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand, it's really hot.

"Ah, here it is,finally." explains Fannia, her ankles twisting from her towering yellow glittered heels.

"I present to you..., The remake center."

It's amazing, there are about twenty four Capitol prep teams, one for each tribute. Each area is surrounded by different hair products, cosmetics, and tools I don't know the name of.

" I didn't know it was this big" Marvel says.

"Oh, and here are your prep teams."

Fannia escorts us to the nearest table, one that we lay on while they work their 'magic.'

Once I sit in the blue table a woman with glittering pink skin approaches me along with another woman dressed in navy blue and black and a man in orange. yet they are wearing some kind of cover apron I have never seen before, and gloves, what do they plan to do?

"Here, take this, and go behind the curtain and change into it" the pink woman says.

I stare at her confused. It looks like a plastic bag. "really?" I ask in a tone they probably don't appreciate.

"Just change" the pink woman replies.

I just decide to drudge to the curtain behind the silver curtain behind me and open it, step behind it and lose it with a piercing screech.

I yank off my skinny jeans and blouse and watch them spill to the ground. then release my undergarments. I'm naked. I've been naked before in front of people, but I don't really prefer Then I find some holes in the bag-dress and stick my head and arms through it.

As I leave the curtained the prep team is ready with white strips in their hands.

"What's that?" I ask perplexed.

"We need to wax you now,come lay down" she says. "I'm Eunia Ballygren, and this is Octavius and Katri."

And nod and say hello as I lay down. They begin to clean my legs with a small sponge.

They then place the white strip on my calf like a sticker.

"This will only hurt a little" Eunia informs.

I try to relax and close my eyes. but I am disrupted my a noise that sounds like tearing paper. I cringe.

She does it again, and again, and again with Octavius and Katri assisting her.

"We should wash her down now"

Katri suggests. Eunia nods.

Octavius pulls out what looks like a shower head. water sprays out, it tickles. I force a giggle. Eunia smiles soon soon after as she pulls out some mushy green soap, and spreads it all over the washed pllaces on my body.

"Can you take your cover off please?" Eunia asks. I sight and stre at the bag of an outfit I'm wearing, it goes to my mid thigh and shoulders, so I'm already decently revealed.

As I become bare, they don't really seem to care. they just lay me back down, and continue hosing on my stomach.

"Done" Eunia exclaims. "So now we just need to brush out your hair and you should be ready for your stylist.

They reach and grab out a bricklayer stick looking thing. As the brush clamps on my hair, it tugs really hard that it hurts. But they seem to ignore my sour faces and continue. And in the twinkling of an eye, they finish.

"Now put the dress back on and Katri will escort you to Placidus."

I nod.

I slip off the surprisingly comfy table and walk barefoot alongside Katri to our left. She doesn't say a word. We walk down a small hallway until we run across a room with a tight metal door with a keypad next to it. She punches in a code and the door opens.