The 34th hunger games

chapter 4

Once I left the room, I found some fruit to snack on. An apple. Then I really just walked all around the room that represented district 4. Perfect time for my thoughts to wonder, great.Since I'm district 4, the odds are already in my favor, because im a career tribute. I personally didn't want to go to the special school that teaches you everything, so I didn't. My brother is though.
"Weapons," my Mother used to say.
"Belong in a man's hand."
I wander around for a while, and end up back in the training room with Hugo and Dayton.
"Well, didn't think to see you back here." Dayton says."Once all the districts arrive, the tribute parade will start, so I'm sending you off to prep, both of you." He said pushing us out the door.
"What about Tandoori?" Hugo asks.
"She'll be there." Dayton answers.
I arrive at the place for prep, I don't remember what they called it. My prep team waxed my legs, arms and face. There was nothing there though. They sprayed some purple liquid on where they waxed me. Then hosed me down. They sent me to a room where I lay on a bed. A tall woman came in. Her hair was in multiple braids, then braided down the middle. I like it. She has little makeup on. Red lipstick, lavender eye shadow.
"Hello. I'm Rosely." she says easy.
"Hi I'm-"
"I know who you are."she smiles,"No need to tell me."
she extends a hand to me and I shake it.
"I'm sorry, that you have to be here, so I would like to help you."she says and shows a sad smile.
"Thank you." is all I can manage out of my mouth.
"Now, I'm going for noticable, but, I also want for you to be recognizable. This is what I'm thinking."
She explains how I will wear my reaping clothes, but I will also have it held it together with water. Because I'm from district 4, fishing and water. Me and Hugo will be matching. Reaping clothes held together with water. The water will be real, to show I don't have to be fake to be strong. I like that. The next thing I'm dressed up in my reaping clothes.
"Just a little makeup, another reason for recognizable, so they will know you are in the arena."
Rosely tells us. my hair is fixed in a braid on my shoulder, with a few strands dyed pink, to match my dress. Before we go I look in the mirror and think, we are striking.
And with that on my mind, we were off with a little water leaking from the chariot.
I noticed that the horses have little strands of pink, too. and a little blue, like Hugo's shirt.
When we came out, the croud like burst in an uproar. It was amazing. We had to hold on to the railing of the chariot.