I entered the room and was greeted by three chirpy people. They introduced themselves as Vivienza, Aspen, and Elvira. Vivienza has short pink hair and pink skin with highlights of darker pink mixed in with it. She obviously likes pink, I think. Aspen is like a giant. He must be around six feet tall with maybe another two feet high bright blue mohawk. (I honestly don’t get the capitals fashion trends.) Elvira is almost normal. She is about my height with pure white hair with orange highlights. Her hair goes down past her waist. The most unusual part about her is her face. It is normal except for the yellow firework tattoo that explodes from the top of her nose outwards with a diameter of about seven centimeters. After their brief introductions they pulled me over to the table with white sheets of paper laid down on top of it. I was about to ask a question when Vivienza came up to me and literally ripped my off my top and skirt. I gaped so loudly Elvira rushed over to see if I was ok. I just nodded and kept my mouth closed. Vivienza told me to lay down on the table. She said it in such a calm way one might think she saw naked girls everyday. Aspen I could tell did not care whatsoever about my nakedness and just came over and stared at me. I stayed so still one might think I was dead. He checked me over and made comments on a clipboard. Then I started to get up but Elvira pushed me down and got a spout and pushed a button. Sizzle. Tons of boiling water came running down on top of me. I think I heard myself scream. Then Aspen came up behind me and put some soapy liquid in my hair. He continued to wash my hair while boiling water was poured all over me. After they were done washing me they continued on to fixing my hair. The rest of the afternoon I was bathed several times, washed with about twenty different soaps and rubbed down with maybe 50 different lotions. I was then wrapped in a huge puffy blue robe.
After all these treatments I was very tired. My prep team talked a lot! I heard lots of stories like about past tributes, something called strawberries, but after a sad story involving a dog and a car I stopped listening and started thinking about other things.
Soon my prep team says goodbye and I am left alone for a few minutes while my
prep teams goes to get my stylist. He comes in and introduced himself as Casparr. I immediately like him.
“I am here to make you look like someone worth knowing not just another face.”
I nod. I like him because of the way he looks and sounds. He has a straight face. Sweepy green hair that almost touches his eyes. He has a gentle voice that matches his gentle appearance. He has a few blue tattoos on his hands, but other than that and the hair he almost looks like someone from district 12. He has the same grey eyes and skin tones that people from district 12’s seam have.
He tells me it is time to think about costumes for the opening ceremonies tonight.
“You are from the coal mining district.Therefore your costume must reflect that. Fire is obviously a big part of coal mining because coal is burned, but I want to focus more on what’s behind the fire.” Casparr pulls out a device with a video of a fire burning on it. He pauses it in
the middle and shows me what he means. Above the fire everything looks wavy. He tells me these are heat waves. This is what my costume will look like.
“Your face will be visible, but you will be dressed in this.” He takes out a suit that shimmers with the same effect the heat waves gave off. I gasp. It is so beautiful!
Casparr helps me get dressed. The way the fabric ripples and waves gives the effect that I am invisible. Everyone will see my face, but the rest of my body will be a shimmery heat wave, and no one will be able to tell if I am there or not. My hair is put in two braids, the way I tell Caspar I like it. Casparr tells me that Peeta’s stylist Estha has dressed him in the same outfit and they will meet us down at the place where our carriages will take off.
Both Casparr and I stood waiting for the elevator. I keep switching my weight from one foot to the other because I am nervous. I know I am not good in front of a crowd. The elevator arrived and I got in followed by Casparr. Before I knew it we were down to the chariot room. Peeta and his stylist Estha were waiting by a jet black chariot. I jump into the chariot. Peeta comes behind me and whispers in my ear that when we were ready he would press a button to activate the suit. I nodded and stood up and looked straight ahead. Estha gives us an instruction, but I can’t hear her. Peeta leans over and says Estha said to smile, make eye contact with the crowd, and wave to them. I do what he says. We stand still. No talking. No looking at each other. Just preparing to face a crowd.
I hear the announcer Caesar Flickerman say that the chariots are coming. I hold my breath and they open up the gate. I feel my body sway as the chariot lurches forward. I can tell I am about to fall off. I hear myself gasp as Peeta takes my arm and pulled me closer to him. At that the crowd went wild. I smiled lightly at individual people as if to make them feel special. I look up and see us on the screens. We look amazing like flickering images.The crowds roars for the other chariots seem like nothing compared to what we get. The seems to be a moment where they stop. Everything seems to freeze even our chariot seems to go slower. The we get gasps that turn into screams twice as loud as everyone elses. All the audience sees is our head and wavering bodies joined together at the arm. Suddenly I break into a huge grin. I wave, I smile, I make eye contact. One would not be able to tell whether either of us are there or not. We have definitely stolen the show, I think. As we arrive at the circle in front of the balcony where President Snow will make his appearance, the other tribute throw us mean glances. They are obviously not happy that we got all the attention. I hope we won’t be targets in the arena because of this. I feel happy for the first time since we arrived in the capital. We have amazing stylists, I think. I hold Peeta tighter and wait for President Snow to begin his speech.
Sorry if you don't like the character Casparr he is kind of like Cinna and also sorry this chapter is so short - Until next time my friendly waffles
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