Hunger Games -Fought Again

Chapter 4: Thalia

I finished getting all glammed up by my stylist, Kraken, and he led me to an elevator.

Ombre and her stylist, a really pretty lady named Acella (she's so lucky she got a girl), were waiting for us.

"Hey, could I call you Ken?" I asked my stylist as we rode down the Elevator.

"I-I uhh..." he stuttered.

"I'm calling you Ken," I said bluntly.

I turned to Ombre, "you look great!" we said at the same time. We both laughed. Ombre had a cool bow in her hair, which was done up in this cool bun-braid thing. She was lucky. My hair had about 600 gallons of this stuff called 'hairspray' to hold it in place. Apparently, instead of a hair accessory, I got my hair done in a crazy updo that would take me two hours to scrub out.

"Let's go!" Ken said cheerfully. The elevator We stepped out into the evening. There were a bunch of tributes and their stylists mulling about. Wylee and Belfiss came out in similar outfits to ours. Ken handed me a small remote. "This will turn on all your costumes," he explained. I grinned. Finally I was in charge of something!

"There are some interesting costumes this year," Wylee's stylist, Betina, remarked. She was looking at the District 8 tributes. They had these crazy outfits, made from purple material with neon green spikes. It was so weird. District 8 almost never wins. What can seamstresses do that can do harm to anyone? I guess they can wield a sewing needle, but that can't do a ton. I suppose most people don't think of District 3 as a strong contender either, but at least we have some famous victors. Like our three times great grandfather Beetee, and a woman named Wiress. Both died though.

"Time to go!" Acella exclaimed, snapping me out of my thoughts. We clambered into the carriages. Ombre and I in one, Belfiss and Wylee in the other. The stylists began giving us a prep talk.

"Remember to smile, you want sponsors!" Acella advised.

"Wave to the audience!" Ken piped up.

"Engage the crowd, it's a show!"

"Catch the roses and hold them up! You want to show gratitude!"

I couldn't take their blabbing anymore. "Let's go!" I shouted. All the stylists froze, mouths open like fish. I really wanted to punch them all in the face or tell them they looked like idiots, but that would be rude. I sighed. As if to answer my silent pleas, the black horses started moving right at that moment. I looked around as we rode out onto the street of the Capitol.

"Whoa..." Ombre breathed. I couldn't blame her, there were shining lights, and a huge audience. They were cheering and shouting their bets on the strongest looking contenders. They started throwing flowers! I caught a beautiful pink rose in my finger-tips. The thorns didn't even poke my fingers! Luck was on my side. I help up the flower. Then I remembered my remote. I clicked the button and our costumes lit up, drawing lots of oohs and aahs from the audience. We smiled and waved for the rest of the parade. Fame felt amazing! I was going to get even more of it when I won the Games! Only a few days left in the Capitol.