In the ruins of a place known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by sending two tributes between the ages of twelve and...
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It's been at least three hours that I've been in the tribute remake center where the tributes meet their head stylist and the prep team; however, I haven't even met my stylist. I suppose it's because there are some issues that need to be addressed before I can be in the presence of them. So far it hasn't been so bad...well minus the scrubbing down of my body with a grainy foam– it felt like several skin layers were scrubbed off because the prep team was scrubbing so hard. Had to really grit my teeth into a tight smile for that one. But, other than that, they've washed my hair with a delicious smelling soap, cut some split ends, cleansed my face and added some 'moisturizer' (as they call it) along with some vitamin oils they rolled onto my face with a cool roller they say is made out of a gem. Super fancy. And all twenty of my nails have been cut symmetrically.
The only other gritty part of this process is the hair removal, that is where we're at now. Up until this point, underarms, arms, torso, between my legs (which was awkward), a portion of my legs and even parts of my eyebrows have been stripped.
"Alright, sweet pea, just squeeze my hand we're almost done," Fleur, a woman with aqua blue locks and white eyebrows, reassures me by stroking my hair. I squeeze her hand once again as I feel the hot wax on my legs. "And take a deep breath," Fleur says as she takes a deep breath with me. Deep breath in through the nose and exhale. R-i-i-p Cordelia yanks a strip of the wax from my legs tearing out the hair root and stem, "I'm so sorry!" Cordelia pipes in her thick Capitol accent. My skin feels sore and tingles like I've rolled in a fire ant pile, maybe worse.
Cordelia and Fleur switch places as they've done with each wax session. Now it's Cordelia, who stands over me, with her gold-tinseled hair tied into two buns that's decorated with golden flowers, strokes my face gently trying to soothe me from this interesting pain. "You're almost done, I promise this is the last one." Gripping Cordelia's hand, a sigh of relief escapes me now that the hair removal is complete.
"You are just so pretty," she quips, as she runs her fingers through my hair. "I want eyes like yours," says Cordelia, still caressing my face, "aren't they just gorgeous Jaziel?"
Jaziel comes over with a bottle of liquid that I don't recognize. "Yes, they are to die for!" He exclaims, "she is the most bedazzling girl I have ever seen!" He says, his green hair curls bouncing in his excitement.
As I smile softly at them, my cheeks burn with the oncoming blush from their kind words.
"Darling, never hold in a compliment." Jaziel says as he and Fleur rub me down in some lotion, soothing my raw skin.
"Well, you all shouldn't wish to look like me, you're all very pretty." I say, in their own way they are all pretty. Yes, their fashion sense is not what I'm used to, but that doesn't make them ugly.
"Oh, you are a sweetheart!" Cordelia exclaims.
"Lucky enough for you, there isn't much that needs to be fixed. You are already a gem." Fleur gushes.
