A/N: Sorry for not updating in FOREVER, I have literally had the worst of luck >_< Ok so here’s the story: First, my wifi stops working :O My mum hires someone to fix it…… and he forgets to come -______- Finally, my wifi is fixed, a week later (I know, a WEEK without wifi? That’s a personal record). Then, my grandma was sick, so I didn’t have any time to write. Finally, everything settles down………… and my laptop decides it’s time to quit. A;fasldkjf;lskjdf I know those are probably not reasons to not update, so I'm really sorry :(
I finally fixed my laptop though, so I can update and write!!!! I’ll update WAY more often now to make up for that month where I went MIA. Without further ado…. New chapter, in Katniss’ POV
Katniss POV
My prep team experience is usually pretty bad. But today? No, my experience is awful. They scrape at my body, and yank at my hair. You would think that after being in the capitol for a bit already, I would need less cleaning, but for some reason, they seem to be convinced I need more.
"You're almost ready to see Cinna, dear!" Octavia announces as she roughly scrapes at my scalp. "I just need to clean your hair a bit more, so it's easier to style according to Cinna's tastes!"
Finally, after enduring an hour of torture, I'm done in the remake cente, and I can head over to Cinna's office. I hear voices talking, a whoosh, and then silence. What is going on in there? Then the door opens.
"Katniss! Good to see you, hope you're ready for your dress tonight!" Cinna smiles, rubbing his hands together.
"Uh... I guess I'm ready.."
"Well, come on in. I was just meeting with Peeta to finish up his costume, and send him on his way," Cinna explains as we enter his work space and he gestures to the clear tube, which I assume is how Peeta got out.
"Are we allowed to meet with our mentors before the dance?" I ask.
"Unfortunately, no. However, Haymitch has left me plenty of information to pass onto you, so sit down while I apply this hair product and explain everything.
I sit down on this reclining chair with a thing behind it that I assume is for my hair. Soon, Cinna is working the red liquid into my hair, and telling me all of Haymitch's advice, which basically centers around one thing: Play the game the way the capitol wants you to. I try to nod, but stop myself, remembering Cinna's instructions not to move. Finally, he's done, and after he blow dries my hair, I sit up.
"Woah.... I look totally different with red hair!" I exclaim in shock.
"Do you like it?"
"It's alright. I like my old hair better though."
"Good as it'll get I suppose, now time for the dress."
I groan, knowing this will either make my night, or ruin it. Cinna pulls out..... An expensive emerald green, sleek silver quarter sleeved dress that I never thought I would ever be able to pull off. It's a rather simplistic dress compared to the other ridiculously fancy, ludicrous capitol dresses. Unfortunately, it's a rather on the long side, and I can only pray that I won't trip, fall over, and high five the ground with my face in front of the entire Panem. Knowing my luck, I probably will. Not only once, but most likely twice.
"Do you like it?" Cinna asks, looking up at me while holding it out for me to examine.
"It's beautiful, but it's a bit long.... I don't think I can dance in it without tripping," I confess.
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Against All Odds
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