The minute I stepped of the train I was surrounded by my prep team, fussing over how I wasn't as large as they were expecting and fiddling with my sisters hair. But now, standing in this silent room waiting for their return, it feels oddly quiet.
I can here the loud murmurs of Kiella, Yyuna (which I have learnt is spoken by the capitol as Una) and Mial as they wonder closer and closer to my door, bags of make up and tools which I can only dread at the ready to rip my body apart.
"So deary, I think we need to give you a complete re-think..."
"We are not really used to..."
"Smaller, boys." I giggle at how they finish ech others sentences but turn suddenly serious as their forhead begin to crease in thought.
"When you say re-think..?" I decide to stop mid sentence as Mial's face suddenly brightens and he grabs hold of me by my waist and shoulder.
"You are going to look amazing!" The noise that errupts from Mial's mouth makes me jump, and as my hair is lifted, my face is poudered and my skin is pinched and pulled until it stings, I begin to wonder if Esmerelda is getting the same treatment.
The noen wigs and Blinding outfits of my prep team trott out of my room once they are finished and I am left in silence once again. It is odd because normally silence is the one thing that I love the most, but after such a long peroid of noise it is just weird that there is suddenly nothing.
The door slowly opens and standing in the doorway is one of the most stunning capitol women I have ever seen. She is not as weird as the other's but subtely and cleverly hides her differences.
Her peach, flowing curls fall over her shoulder and end at her waist, just where her high, peach pencil skirt begins. This is accompanied by a crisp, white blouse which is neatly tucked into her skirt and a peach cropped jacket with white lining.
She wears crisp white tights - which give the effect of the palest legs I have ever seen -over her extremely long legs and peach, buckled high heels to finish the look.
"Hi. My names Seriya. I will be your stylist." Her voice is timid yet gripping and makes me want to cling onto her every word. Her eyes flutter, showing off her glittering eyelashes and light peach eyeshadow.
Everything about her matches.
"Hi..." I am literally speechless. I run through my head what it is that I should be asking and I finally open my mouth to speak again.
"Your tiny aren't you." Seriya cuts in before I can even make a sound and by the look on her face I think she can tell that I am quite annoyed.
"I'm not that tiny... Am I?"
After a long chat, a lot of measuring and many pin stabs later I am lead towards our chariot. I can see Esmerelda all ready seated and am taken aback by her beautiful outfit.
She is wearing a shimmering, one buttoned shawl made from a kind of sliver mesh that is supposed to represent our District and a sequined black dress underneath. A tall, silver crown made up of sprials, circles and odd shapes is wedged on her hair which has been tied up.
I know that that must have taken her prep team ages to do because her hair is normally a mess and definatley would not stay up unless a lot of special spray or gel has been used.
"You look gorgeous Es!"
"Thanks, I guess... you look good too!" I can hear the sarcasm in her voice.
"Don't start! I know that I look ridiculous okay, but I am doing it for Seriya. She really thinks that I look amazing!"
I, compared to my sister, look like I am ready to go in the oven. I am practically wrapped in the same material as Esmerelda's shawl but it is oddly big, and after all of the measuring that Seriya did, it must be on purpose. I also have the same kind of crown as Es, but mine is sitting just on the edge of my hair that has been spiked up so high that it is all contained inside the crown itself.
I sit down on the veltvety seat of the chariot and we begin to move alone. I can hear the uproar of the crowd and as I copy the direction of the crowds eyes I am turned to the sight of the girl from district 12.
I can see her waving but it is only as I strain my neck that I can see what everyone else is mesmerised by; she is on fire! Her dress is on fire...
I can see the mesmeration in Esmerelda's eyes as she startes at her, stares at her dress.
"Wow..." Is the only words that can escape from her mouth.
But something crosses my vision and blocks my view of the beautiful site, I try to strain, to re-gain my view of the glorious new discovery but I am disracted by a tuft of wild brunnette hair. I can see a silver crown of leaves sat on top of the odd mess of curls and realise that it is the girl from district 11.
She looks quite sweet in her outfit.
She turns back around quickly to see where the chariots are heading and in that moment I see her perfect, golden eyes. It is that that makes me realise something that I haven't until now; I am going to have to kill to survive...
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A Four Note Friendship ~ A Hunger Games Fanfiction - ON HOLD
FanfictionA re-telling of the 74th Annual Hunger games from the view points of Rue and the Boy from District 3. Exploring deeper into the relationships of the arena and the truths behind the unnamed tributes who's story was never told.
