Romani caught in an arena.

Chapter 3.

Sleep. That was all I wanted. But, obviously, I wasn't allowed it. This is because all I could hear was Uvuar blast through the train for everyone to wake up. Doesn't she understand that maybe people don't want to wake up? Maybe people don't want to wake up to the reality that they are going to die, as a piece of the capitols games. Maybe, they just want to live a little longer, in their own dreams, where anything can happen. What a strange thought, cut off by the never ending sounds of Uvuar, again. 

"Wake up! Come on people, big big day ahead! Chop, chop. Get a move on! Come on!" She blasts into the train. She just wont take the hint, will she? Obviously, people want to sleep. So, why cant she just shut up, and walk away. Let everyone sleep. We already know it's a big big day. We're coming into the capitol soon. The capitol, full of the people who are ready and willing to watch us die. Each and every one of us. Well, besides one. The victor. Only one victor each year. You have 24 tributes each year. That means 23 people die each year, all in the name of entertainment for the capitol. To be honest, all we really are, is just a piece in the capitols games. 

"Come on people, wake up!" Again Uvuar blasts into the train. I drag myself off the bed, and slump towards the door. I have to drag one foot infront of the other, as i'm so drained of energy. When i reach the door, i hesitate for a moment, waiting to see if she actually stops. No chance there. I open the door, and roar into the hallway. 

"Jesus, Uvuar, would you shut up! Maybe people actually want to sleep! Huh, ever thought of that? Just shut up, and go away!" I quickly shut the door, and run back to my bed, seeping in the warmth from the covers, and letting them engulf my freezing body. As I lay there, attempting to sleep again, knowing I will never return to sleep mode, I think about Uvuars face when I said that. She looked appauled, and dissapointed in herself. Mind you, she should know that people wanted sleep. But, she's from the capitol, she will never understand this. She's from the capitol. She shall never understand what us tributes go through. To her, we're still just entertainment. Entertainment for their games. 

"Well then, aren't you just a darling in the morning? Come on, get up. You know that Uvuar has to make sure we attend all the capitol party's and such. And you know she has to get us there on time. So get up" Blair yaks on, while just stuttering around my room, eating the orange he has burried in his hand. "You have a big big day ahead." He states, while imitating Uvuar. I have no choice but to get up. There's no chance of Blair leaving me alone to sleep. 

****In the capitol****

Seeing the capitol in person is so different to seeing it on the TV. I can't really call it a TV because all it is used for is showing the notices from the capitol, and to watch the hunger games. According to the Capitol, its necessary for all homes in all districts to watch the hunger games. But the capitol and the people are so different in person. Full of colours and sounds. Even though the capitol is crowded with people, it's obvious how big it really is.  The people, colorful and strange looking. Obviously, been operated on. But, they look so fake as if they have been photo shopped. Mind you, the people of the capitol don't get much of a chance to see us, as we are rushed into a large building, full of people ready to remake us. 

These people work on every pore on my body, creating a new and refreshing me, all ready for the tribute parade. It has taken hours to complete everything they wanted done. And at last, I am able to meet my stylist. The person who will make all my outfits for the tribute parade, and the interview i must go to, the night before I enter the arena. 

As my stylist enters the room, I have to stop and stare. She's been surgically altered to look like a doll. Her face has this placid look on it, as if it is about to break. And then there is this sort of glazed appearance on her eyes. But the look seems to loose its touch, as she has had her skin partially dyed with neon colours such as a sickly green, hot pink, and a bright blue. If you look closer, her eyes have been covered in colour contacts. It seems as though it is a brown colour. Usually, what you would find on a doll. Her eyelashes are neon green. From afar, they look as though they are temporary eyelash's, and you are able to remove them. But, up close, it is noticeable, they have been placed into her eyelids, and have become her eyelash's for the rest of her life. To go with the neon scheme, parts of her skin have been dyed various colours. Again, from afar, it seems like paint or some sort of make up, but it is really little pigments that have been placed in the skin. It really doesn't do any good. But, she's my stylist. I have no choice. Even if she is the most fake person iv'e ever seen. 

"Why hello there, Romani. Heard so much about you. I'm Casanadia, you're stylist for these hunger games. We have the perfect outfit ready for you, and i'm sure it would suit you." She says. It sounds like these words are slurred. Maybe she has a stutter or something. But, considering how her appearance is, her words are very formal, as if she is either reading a script, or has very good English, and is very smart, and talented. 

"To create your dress, we have used certain types of fabric. I do hope you like it.We have desgined it as black and white, to make it elegant. But, to add an extra touch to it, we have added some specks of dusty colour in the fabric. Oh, i do hope you like it! Iv'e worked extra hard on it, and the amount of effort and time that has been put into it, just for you! The district 8 tribute." She says. It seems like she has a lot of compassion for her work, and loves making people happy with her designs. Gee, I hope I like it now. 

Fabric, there is fabric everywhere. To be honest, its all I can see right now. But to be more precise, black and white. Casanadia had come up with the idea to go with an elegant design, therefore they're using the black and colour scheme. But, they're right, black and white is too formal for the tribute parade and the little specks of colours on the dress was needed. 

They had used so many different fabrics on the dress. It's to signify the fact that my district, district 8, is the textiles district, and they wanted to use as much different fabrics as possible. But what amazes me is the way they have detailed the different specks of colour. It's like coloured powder has been stuck onto my dress. It really is amazing. Just, truly amazing. I would have expected something that would make me look hideous. But its just, wow. There is truly no words to describe it. 

As i walk towards the carriage, I see Tryst there, he's wearing a costume similar to mine. They have made it plain black though, but it still contains the little specks of coloured dust. And as I stand there, I look around, catching glimpses of the other tributes. The career tributes, from districts 1, 2, and 4. They look as if they are already forming an alliance. And suddenly, I feel sorry for the people who are not lucky to get into this alliance. They, will be the first killed. I will be one of the first people killed. You might  as well say goodbye to my life, right now. Goodbye Romani.