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Quinn squinted at his reflection in the mirror, a scolding glare on his face. There he sat, only a towel around his waist, a three panel mirror in front of him.
His skin had paled, lips blood red, and the piercing eyes he had since he was a child. He rubbed at his shoulders trying to get warmth, the same pursed lips in place as he stared himself down.
He shoved through the tubes of makeup picking up a dark shade of lipstick. He ran the tube over his lips, scoffing instantly as it appeared on his lips, wiping away the ugly pigment with the back of his hand.
The smeared lipstick look like blood, standing out against his white skin. Part of him wanted to throw his fist into the mirror, feel the shards of glass pierce his skin.
But he could only imagine the scolding he would get from his stylist.
"What did you do?"
If Quinn had the energy he would have jumped at the escort's voice, Winnie striding in with a man by their side until Quinn could see them through the middle mirror.
"Who is this?"
"This is your new stylist—"
"Where's Persia?"
"Persia isn't—"
"I want Persia."
Quinn didn't even bother looking at the man, continuing to stare at his reflection in vanity. Winnie let out a deep sigh, remember Quinten doing the same thing before his first games.
An odd arrogance took over him the day before he entered the arena, almost as if he were preparing himself.
Winnie pursed their lips as they stared at the back of Quinn's head, the boy's eyes never moving from himself.
"We'll see Jordan first."
Winnie sighed, pressing fingers to their temples, leading the stranger out of the room and placing a delicate hand on his shoulder.
Jordan was much calmer with a towel around her torso, smiling to herself in the mirror as she pulled back the skin around her eyes to get rid of smile lines.
"Jordan, your brother is atrocious."
"What else is new?" She turned with a smile, but it dropped when she saw the man. "Where's Persia?"
"Incapacitated," Winnie replied stiffly.
"He couldn't have waited until after the Quell?" Jordan scoffed, shaking her head. "I'm Jordan."
"Cinna," the man smiled. "I usually design for Katniss and Peeta, but I'm very excited to get a chance to help you and Quinten."
"You're very amazing. I loved the parade outfits."
"Hopefully I'll be able to make something just as amazing for the both of you."
Cinna's face was full of kindness, pulling in a large bag, Jordan eyeing him carefully.
