Humanity- A Hunger Games fanfic

Part 9- The Interviews

This chapter is really cringey, don't judge please haha when i was editing i couldn't find a way to improve these

I'm sitting on the bed and the prep team walks in,

"Let's get you ready!" Jay says the second he enters. Like last time, I'm shoved into the shower and this time I take 30 minutes, which earns me some approving nods. They all talk about what I assume is normal Capitol things. How that party they threw yesterday had no carrot sticks but thankfully nobody noticed. How there was a very clever and funny joke someone told on TV this morning. How they didn't have much for breakfast so now they may as well be dying of hunger and they now understand how "they" feel. I take offence to this one, though I don't say anything. First of all, how children are dying of hunger in some districts and they compare themselves to them after having a "small breakfast", and secondly, they assume all of us are like that, It's disgusting.

Thankfully, they don't need to wax me again. My makeup is generally light-ish. I have more insane eyelashes with gold specs on the tips, winged eyeliner, and gold glitter on my eyelids, with matte pink lips. My hair is done like it was at the parade, with light blue and gold seashells in it somehow. I have my seashell necklace, too. Dotted on my chest, shoulders and cheekbones are mini golden glitter gems.

"Hello my darling!" Trisiana bursts through the door,

"Hey! What will I be wearing?" I say,

"I think you'll like it! I decided to relate with the whole sea thing this year. To see how the public reacts," She says, leaving the room momentarily. She comes back in with yet another two hangers. On the first lies what I presume is the dress. A structured, light blue, sparkly dress. It's strapless and long, the structure stops at the waist so there's most likely some invisible bodice underneath, and there's a big, poofy skirt with what looks like millions of layers. It's dazzling, literally. On the second is a big, tightly woven net with a bit of gold glitter sprinkled on it. There's also large holes in it where i assume my arms will go,

"You like?" She asks,

"I love it!" I say.

I go into the bathroom and the dress is very hard to change into. After many tries, i settle with steeping in from the back, after trying head first, feet first, hands first, and a weird array of other variations before i realise i was wasting 10 minutes of my life overthinking it when i should have just stepped forwards, lifting my feet over the skirt, holding it in front of me. I emerge from the bathroom with a flourish, making Tristiana laugh,

"What happened in there?" She laughs,

"I couldn't get in," I say,

"Oh, sorry about that," She smiles. I still haven't gotten used to the "Capitol smile" everyone here has. They all have massive, dazzling smiles, yet their eyes don't quite dazzle like the smile itself. I can't blame them for having it, I just can't get used to it.

She zips it up and hands me the net. I put it on and slip my feet into gold platform heels. Luckily, the heels aren't too extreme. The outfit is complete, and it looks amazing.

I walk in to gasps and compliments. I sit down and wait for Bruce and I have no idea what's taking so long. I'm just thinking that when he comes in wearing a smart yet casual blue-grey suit with matching pants and a white shirt. He has a tie, but it's very loose, and the top button on the shirt is undone. Josepha clearly embraced the charming aspect. I expect Bruce told him, so they decided to loosen the tie and unbutton the top. It also looks as if they took a lot of time on the hair. Messy, but not scruffy. Gelled, but not outstandingly. Fluffy, but not insane. All of this must have been why he took so long. We both get seemingly infinite compliments before we head to the interviews.