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ALL I WANT. act one―pretty face
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aren't you stunning?
"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, MAY I PRESENT TO YOU THE VICTOR― of the 73rd annual Hunger Games! Miss Starkov, the Jewel of the Capitol!?" Caesar Flickerman exclaimed as a teenage girl entered the stage where crowds of cheering people fawned over her as she made her way center stage.
Donned in a long, skintight silk silver gown that shimmered every time she moved, Ophelia Starkov was styled in all things silver, reflecting a prettier colour than the suits of the Peacekeepers in her home District. Her eyelids painted the very same shimmering colour as her dress, with tiny sparkles pressed to her skin. Her lips painted a rosy pink colour, her dark black eyeliner that could shatter someone with a look. She was beautiful.
No other jewels were on her body, other than the pearl earrings and a large ruby red necklace that hung around her neck. And yet, it was as if the gods sculpted her beauty from marble, she was out of this world, drop-dead gorgeous. Her lips painted a smile of happiness as she sat down across from Caesar. If only they saw what was past her beauty.
"You darling were full of surprises at the games this year, I told everyone that there was no way a compact mirror was going to help you at the games, didn't I?" Caesar grinned as he and Ophelia heard the cries of the audience agree in the background. "But you proved me wrong, you proved all of us wrong!" He exclaimed.
Ophelia only grinned as she held her head high, watching the waves of people from the Capitol yell out adoring cheers the more she was basking in their presence. The more she held this facade, the more she knew that it was going to crumble as soon as she would make her way home back to Victor's Village in District Two.
"Now tell us, Ophelia, what made you think that the compact mirror would serve as a weapon?" Caesar asked as he turned his gaze back towards her while the screens behind them played images of Ophelia using the very same compact mirror back at the games.
Her dark brown eyes continued to gaze at the images of her on the screens, from when she used the mirror to reflect light at her enemy's eyes, running away to get water, sleeping up in the tree, even to when she was running in the woods with his―
"Miss Starkov?"
His voice cut her back to reality, her dark locks of ebony black hair whipped in front of her face as she turned her gaze back to Caesar. "Sorry, about that, I couldn't help but admire how good my hair looked like at the games," Ophelia lied as she waved her own locks of hair over her shoulder. Good, let them think that.
Her heart pounded as the millions of laughs echoed in the auditorium, good, they fell for it. The words of President Snow echoed in her ears as she sat across from Caesar, and yet, the smile still painted over her lips as she laughed with the rest of the crowd. The act must go on. It had to.
"Of course you were Miss Starkov, and may I add, you are absolutely stunning! Your stylists do know how to make you the face of beauty for Panem," Caesar exclaimed as he gestured over towards her look for the night. To which, Ophelia only continued to smile and nod in agreement. "Thank you, Caeser," she answered happily.
Just remember I'm a pretty face.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Forget the tears that are streaming down my face.
ACT ONE: ━━━━━━ PRETTY FACE
fuck your ribbons and your pearls 'cause i'm not just a pretty girl ━━ maggie lindemann
