A Million Fireflies | A Hunger Games x KOTLC Fanfiction

Part 2 of Chapter 2

Instead of playing with all the remotes that will do interesting things to my room as Dex does, I go straight to bed. I close my eyes. Darkness comes and grabs me. It sucks me down under, pulling me further and further. Soon it consumes my consciousness completely, and I'm am in a deep, deep sleep.

The morning is a peaceful one. At breakfast, Effie tells us that our prep teams and stylists will see us today. Dex is thrilled at the idea of a "makeover", but I'm wary. Once, I let Edaline do my eyebrows, and they ended up as thin as a pencil line. They've grown back in by now, but it was a very traumatizing experience. I would prefer not to relive that.

After a huge breakfast we go down the elevator again, which I'm getting used to now. Dex was curious from the start, pressing all the buttons to see what they did. We ended up visiting seven floors that Dex had accidentally added to queue before we actually got to the one where the prep team was waiting for us. I was whisked away by three people and Dex the same. It wasn't until they literally strapped me to a bed when I got a good look at them. One of them had these crazy green spikes gelled off his head. He had dyed his eyebrows the same neon colour and his skin was at least three shades lighter than it should be. He had an unnaturally small nose - I think it'd been surgically altered.

"Beau, grab the tweezers, will you?" a woman with flat purple hair and light pink skin hollered to him. She had long, thick eyelashes reaching out over her cheeks. The tips of her lashes had purple jewels balanced on them. A daring look overall.

I watched warily as she smeared something hot and sticky on my arm. A strip of fabric was placed and then torn away, taking hair as well as at least four layers of my skin.

"Ow!" I splutter, snatching my arm to my chest. "Relax, darling. You'll get used to it. You're just so hairy!"I flush pink, embarrassed and aggravated. Preparing for the pain, I relax my arm, and sure enough, it's just as bad as before. I manage to grit through it as Beau tweezes my face, and another girl, I think named Carlia, trims my hair. Carlia is also the ones to punch holes in my ears. At least now I can wear those earrings. 

We don't really get to wash or trim our hair properly back in District Twelve, but I can't be bothered to argue with Carlia as she rants about the split ends.

About half an hour later, the hair section of their makeover is done. They allow me to get up and look at their progress so far in a large clear mirror by the bed.

My blonde hair is trimmed and silky, parted symmetrically. The skin on my legs and arms is kinda shiny because of the lack of hair, and my eyebrows have improved quite a bit. My prep team kept well away from the look that Edaline attempted, to my relief.

Next they give my raw skin a good scrubbing to "get rid of any pesky dead skin cells, darling".

The woman with light pink skin, who I know now to be called Abigail, seems to be the boss of my tiny prep team. They all talk equally as much, though. Very chatty people. I listen to them yap about style trends, the coming Games, and last of all, shoes. By the end of their makeover, I'm bored to tears.

Then a man walks in. He has light skin, a similar shade to mine. He has blonde hair, dark eyelashes and a slim build. He makes a funny surprised noise when he sees me. A kind of choke. Then he blinks it back and attempts a smile. Suspicion crosses my mind. There's something odd about him - I can't place my finger on it.

"Look, Sophie, even Trevor is taken aback by your beauty!" says Carlia, grabbing my arm. Trevor, my stylist, is probably the most human looking Capitol person I've seen so far. The only surgical part about him is a golden tattoo twirled around his arm. He sees me looking, and then takes a step closer, examining me. The prep team disappear somehow and I'm left alone in the room with this man. I can't help feeling like he's familiar, but I'm sure I've never seen him before. "Have you been a stylist before?" I ask. "I don't think I've seen you in the previous Games."