Effie shows me into a room, "Well, I have to go now." She walks off with no other regards.
I lay down in silence for a few minutes until a door slides open behind me causing me to jump. People in coats walk in and silently point me to a sign. 'Undress for the preparation process.' They then walk away. "Odd."
I take off my dress, shoes, and necklace. 2 minutes later, the people walk in again. They push the bed until I have a shower head in front of me. They start spraying my hair with water, then my body; making sure not one inch doesn't have water. The start massaging my body with soap that smells like lovely roses on a summer evening.
They then start going through my hair with more rose scented shampoo and conditioner. They push the bed back and start patting my skin with towels.
Both of them take out long wooden sticks and dip them into a sticky purple liquid. They apply this to my face and I find out its hot. They pick up cloths and rip it off causing me to wince.
After this process has been repeated around my whole body, they go in with pinching devices and start pulling out leftover hairs. This must be tweezing.
Finally done with that pain, they apply a cool slime-like thing to my face. After 10 minutes, it gets peeled off and creams start being rubbed on along with cleanser looking things.
The people give me a robe and leave the room. I slide into the white silk and tie the belt. A door behind me slows open, making me to look over. A young man walks in.
He approaches me, allowing me to see more detail of his face. His eyes have gold eyeliner on them, causing a contrast against his dark complexion. His face has a dark stubble on it. He sticks out his hand for me to shake, "I'm Cinna, your stylist."
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The Games We Play
FanfictionY/N was born in the District 12 of Panem. She grew up next door to the Everdeen family. She became close friends with Katniss, though she's a few years younger. Her life was going pretty good despite the peacekeepers, her family being poor, and havi...
