Daughter (Hunger Games Fan-Fic) {Watty Awards 2015} (COMPLETED)

Chapter 4

   We enter the building and before we even get a good look at the pure crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, Effie throws each of us into a pure white room. Everything in the room looks very sanitary. There is a small white table in the center of the room, next to a faucet with a chair attached. In one corner of the room is a small white tiled shower. There is a mirror on the furthest wall and a closet on the closest, followed by a small white table filled with ornate shampoos and brushes. I spot a tub next to the shower filled with a thick black concauction, almost like tar.

  I stand stalk still waiting for instructions. Effie simply nods and slams the entrance door shut.

  I observe the room around me and take a seat on the table.

  Zeus enters the room carrying a hospital gown.

  "Put this on while I wait outside. No undergarments should be left on. Understood?" He asks.

  "Yes." I reply.

  He throws the hospital gown towards me and I motion him outside.

  The hospital gown is soft against my bare skin and makes a shuffling noise as I move.

  "Ready!" I call.

  Zeus enters the room in seconds. Following behind are three girls absolutely green. Green hair, skin, aprons and heals.

  "This is Darla, Delilah, and Delia. They are my assistants. They will clean yoou, paint you and dress you for the opening ceremony's. Good day!" He walks out leaving me with these crazy's.

  "You are so lucky! I'd kill to be apart of the games!" Delia says motioning me into the black tub.

  I start to climb in still wearing my hospital gown.

  "Not so quick!" Darla says.

  "Wardrobe off!" Delilah buds in.

   I pull of the hospital gown, feeling embarassed at my body, I jump in the tub blushing.

  "We've got a chicken!" Delia says laughing.

  "A green chicken at that!" Delilah says snorting.

  They make me dunk under the concauction and stay under for a full minute seconds. When I come up I am panting and grabbing at every inch of oxygen I can hold in my lungs. My lungs burn like saltwater on an open cut.

  I block out their giggles and ask for ear plugs on numerous occations before they stop jabbering like jabberjays and focus on their "Masterpiece."

  They skin my legs and scrub my face with soap that burns. Every inch of my body is covered in sticky paper that they rip off with great strength.

  I hold back screams as they pull a wire wig brush through my now washed hair. They braid it in several tiny braids and then braid the braids into two french braids that hang upside down making two devil horns on the top of my head. They than wrap the horns into two buns and add extentions to make it look like my hair is cut in half across the back. They braid parts of the extentions and curl others, all while chatting quietly about make up designs. when they finish they place a small top hat on my head that has a piece of lace hanging down from it on the back. Their they attach a small but detailed mockinng jay hairpin to lock it into place on my skull.

  Delia does my make up. Black cresent moon lids with white highlights and silver jewls on the corner of my eyes. She glues feather eyelashes over my real and sprinkles small white sparkes onto them. My lips ar painted white making me look ghostly sick and they put black contacts on my eyes to make me look as if I have slid black eyes.