My prep team has me strip down. I stop at my underwear, but one of them clears her throat, and I keep going.
Nothing happens for about 15 minutes for me; my prep team's just standing around whispering to each other. I hear, beard....eyebrows....hands.....and tan lines; this will be painful.
They start at different points of my body. Flavia has dyed red hair, red lipstick, and dark-colored skin that makes everything pop. So far, she's my favorite because she's just washing my hair. Carlos is wearing all yellow, like Misha, so it must be in season. He's. working on my fingernails. Porter is dressed in cheetah print, and it's NOT a good look; he's organizing the tools for the full body polish. Flavia and Carlos finish up their parts, and Flavia runs over my eyebrows, making them uniform.
"You have great bone structure dear, you're making our job easy," she says and pulls the last of the waxing strips off my eyebrow.
They cut a line in one of my eyebrows, and I wonder how it'll look. They aren't showing me a mirror until I'm all done.
"What about my beard? I heard you mention that before," I say, hoping I get to keep it. It's the one thing that sets me apart from Ethan.
"Oh yes, just for the parade and the interview, once you're in the arena, it'll grow back. I promise," Carlos says.
I sigh, " if I make it past the bloodbath," my eyes go wide when I realize I said that out loud, "please don't mention that," I add quickly.
The three of them smile and nod and keep cleaning me up. Flavia gives me a haircut, short on the sides and long on top. The top looks great; my hair looks good at this length. Usually, Sam cuts all our hair cause she's the best at it, but this is better. They finish it off with foam and polish that covers my whole body, and they scrape 19 layers of skin off.
"Ok, hun, sit up and go wait in that room over there. Portia will be with you in a bit," Carlos finally says.
I sit down in the waiting room wearing a thin robe and wait for about 10 minutes before the doors open. A beautiful woman walks in, mocha-colored skin and light blue hair. She is wearing all black with hints of the same blue color.
"Hello, Oliver. I'm Portia. How are you doing today?" She says in a soft voice.
I pause, "uhhhh, I've been better, but If I was home, I'd probably be hungover babysitting my littlest sister," I end with a laugh.
She smiles, "yes. You've had a busy day. I watched the reaping a couple of times. You were so passionate and brave. Your brother is lucky to have someone like you."
"He's my twin, I've always protected him, and this is a big one. What do you think about the outfit?" I say, wanting to avoid this topic.
She stands up and pulls in a rack of clothes, "well, we're supposed to use things for your district, and you are lumber and paper. so what do you think it will be?" She smiles.
"I think I'm either going to have a leaf glued to my crotch or a lot of paper cuts on my butt.....just based on the prep team talking about me." I laugh.
As she unzips the bags, she laughs too, "I like your thought process, but no, what does paper become?" she pauses for a second, and I think before she continues, "Books. Magazines. Napkins. Business cards. It's everywhere, and people use it without thinking."
She pulls out a button-up with short sleeves and a black collar, lining, and buttons. The fabric looks like book pages. I love it. 45 minutes later, I am glorious. The shirt sleeves come up to my bicep, so they're exploding out of the shirt. Portia has a bow tie that looks like more pages of a book, high top black boots, and black dress pants. My makeup is light, white eyeliner under my left eye and black under my right
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Into the Woods- A Tale of the Hunger Games Story
FanfictieOliver is a fun loving guy with a heart of gold. Which is why he volunteered to take his twin brother's place to go into the Hunger Games. With his brother and boyfriend both waiting for him to win and come home, Oliver must do what he can to surviv...
