[PREQUEL TO RADIANCE]
❝you have one job: convince me, or you may find yourself in the rubble of a ruin that was your own making.❞
ontari nightfall is the newest victor for the capitol to add to their list. she'd heard about the horrors that come wit...
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ONTARI'S ENTIRE PREP team buzzes with excitement the moment she arrives at the Remake Center. Luckily, they can't seem to notice her nerves through all of their rambling and hustling to get her prepared to meet Finnick Odair. She'd thrown up three times on the day and a half-long train ride to the Capitol. Her anxiety had sent her spiraling into an attack that left her in a fetal position on the floor of her bedroom, scarcely able to breathe.
It seems that Eytelia's training has already come in handy. She'd brushed her teeth four times and gargled enough spearmint mouthwash to make her mouth go numb, washed her face, and smoothed her hair. Someone had sent a multi-tier trunk of makeup. It had ensured that, as soon as she'd stepped off the train and gotten into the car that would take her to the Remake Center, she'd looked flawless.
Her team is ecstatic about her arrival. Sable greets her with a kiss on each cheek, Leome pulls her into a hug, and Flaxe talks her ear off as they guide her to the elevator. He tells her that Venus has simply done it again with her attire for tonight. It makes her gut churn, reminding her of the strict diet she'd been put on over the past week to regain some of the weight she'd lost.
They remove all of the makeup she'd applied on the train and shove her into the shower, where they scrub her with floral-scented perfume and use Capitol products to make her hair as smooth as silk. She doesn't flinch when they pluck, wax, and shave every trace of unwanted hair on her body— she's now gotten accustomed to the pain.
Eytelia arrives once her prep team dresses her in a robe and begins working on stying her hair. The woman's blond hair has extensions that make it fall to her hips in elegant waves. Today, her ankle-length gown is lavender and covered with gold and red rose decals. The bodice is tight, but the sheer sleeves are balloon-style and cuff at her wrists. Her gold high heels click against the tile as she walks into the prep room, her manicured nails tapping on her tablet.
"Ontari!" she greets with a wide display of her perfect teeth. Some of her hair smacks Ontari in the face when she leans down to kiss her on the cheek — apparently that's a thing now? — and she gets hit with a wave of her citrus-scented perfume. "You're right on time, which is perfect. There is simply no time to waste. I'm here to continue your training and teach you a bit about Finnick, alright? He's an absolute delight. I'm sure you'll get along just swimmingly!"
Leome asks her to step back so he can apply product to the ends of Ontari's damp hair. Her agent doesn't hear because she's already focused on her screen again, so the blue-skinned man takes it upon himself to squeeze himself where he needs to be, one of his pointed shoes stepping on Eytelia's heels. The woman gives a cry and rears back with perfect balance. A flash of irritation flickers across Leome's face before he smiles at Ontari. Interesting. Maybe Eytelia isn't all too popular around here.
