Mockingjay's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: Chariot

The train came to a grinding halt.

We finally arrived at the Capitol, it took a couple of days and it feels like it took forever to get here. We stepped off the train and entered a large white building.

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Me and Drakob were whisked away from Mom, Dad and Effie to be waxed and washed.

We were taken to separate rooms and three people washed and moisturised my skin, then a woman wearing a blue robe came to pluck my eyebrows and trim my hair, which was full of dead ends. I herd her moaning about it long enough about it.

People then came in and waxed my legs.

My skin felt like it was burning from how sore they made it. I've never shaved or waxed anywhere on my body before, so this is new to me.

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After, I was then taken to another room told to remove all my clothing and stand in the centre of the room and wait for the makeover team to come in.

I felt quite embarrassed standing here naked.

A strange looking woman entered the room with paper white powdered skin and violet lipstick and wore a white buttoned jacket then started circling me. She was accompanied with a small, plump man wearing the same white jacket and holding a miniature notepad in his hands for taking notes with.

"Hello," the women greeted me smiling. Her left front tooth had a small, shining diamond on. "I believe your Willow Primrose Mellark? The daughter to the famous victors Peeta and Katniss Mellark?"

"Yes," I smile, "I'm very honoured to have them as my parents," I tell her truthfully.

"I don't blame you, anyone would be. I'm Lanore and I will be designing your costume." She studied my face, "I watched your highlights from the reaping and I have been planning your costume since then. I want it to be perfect for you."

"What sort of costume Lanore? Will it be similar to my parents costumes?"

"Not exactly but along the lines. I was thinking of after a fire burns, when it dies down and stops, the ashes." Lanore explains, "it kind of makes sense because your parents were the fire who made the ashes, you."

"Ashes?" I question.

"Yes, sort of like rising above something, overpowering it you could even say. Becoming the next generation."

I liked this idea, a lot. She must of thought long and hard about this for me.

For some reason though, it sounded like my Mom being the mockingjay the way she was talking about ashes rising, but I wouldn't dare ask. The last thing the Capitol will want now is another rebellion.

"It sounds like an amazing idea."

"Great!" She says sounding delighted.

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Later that day, I still hadn't seen anyone yet because we where still getting made up after Lanore had spoke to me, but eventually I was told that I would put on the dress she made in a changing room after my makeup and hair was done.

"Pale completion, fair hair, blue eyes," muttered the man applying my makeup. "Should I make her hair darker? Possibly brown like her mother's?" He asks the other man with him.

"No Gaid. Keep it the way it is, light blonde." He then looks at me, "her eyebrows are practically white, darken them. She has very defined cheekbones though, make them stand out." He demands then walks out the room leaving Gaid with me.

He powdered my face, reddens my lips, darkens my eyebrows, highlights my cheeks with a bronze colour then adds smokey eyeshadow to my eye lids, creating a powerful look for me. He smiles at the results.