𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗹 - sonnet alcott must experience the hunger games again but this time, finnick odair is there with her.
the hunger games: catching fire
fem oc x finnick odair
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OVER THE YEARS, ITS become evident that I haven't kept myself as presentable as I thought. I don't have the same prep team as I did in my first games. They were probably fired a while ago for some foolish reason, so when I'm escorted into the Remake Center by Velora, her pink hair now styled a bit differently, I'm introduced to my new team. They are an odd group of three, who each have heavy Capitol accents and modified bodies.
Seraphina, a flamboyant young woman with bright green hair and blue eye shadow, scrubs furiously at my scalp while Lionel plucks my eyebrows into more appropriate shapes. Another man in the corner of the room named Pax prepares my leg wax. His appearance is the most peaceful out of the trio. He has short orange hair and chubby cheeks that have been applied with a little too much blush.
I try to imagine myself as a Capitol citizen. Maybe I would dye my hair a glowing purple and tattoo my face with butterflies exactly like Lionel. Instead of living in destitution throughout childhood, I would have been faced with the problems of fashion and affluence. I suppress a laugh when I struggle to picture Finnick residing in the Capitol, wearing Pax's vivid nail polish and lipstick.
"Must you be so violent?" I growl. Seraphina rips the comb through my thick locks harder, and I grit my teeth to hold back some choice words.
Her light olive hand caresses my face to investigate my skin, and she grimaces in revulsion, not even trying to mask her true feelings. Every emotion displayed on her face has an overdramatic, animated twist, so it makes it challenging to take her seriously throughout my renovation. "Lionel, pass me the face cream."
Hours go by until my body is completely raw, and my brown hair is silky smooth. The various lotions and shampoos must have cost a fortune. Back home, even though we are one of the more fortune districts, we don't have access to this sort of luxury. If my estimates are correct, I'd say that the cost of one bottle of body lotion would be able to feed a large family for almost a week.
