Whoohoo! Making sets and writing stories instead of doing homework! yay! I am seriously the queen of procrastination, omg what is this. OK, well, here's a rushed story, I'm actually hoping to develop some plot lines but since school is starting again soon.....I probably won't. Anyways! here you go :)
Esmeralda has us whisked through the crowds and winding tunnels of The Capitol so swiftly I barely have time to take in my surroundings.
All I can really remember is smiling numbly at the plastic, extravagant faces of admiring capitol residents. Oh and the constant blinding flash of cameras.
By the time I’m shoved into a room and separated from Cairo, Kaspar and Esmeralda, I find myself sighing with relief. It doesn’t last long though as three bubbly, bustling people burst into the room, filling the air with their loud voices and overwhelming exclamations.
“And you must be the stunning Miss Ruby Sparrow!” The busty woman squeals, her fire-engine red curls bouncing with her every step.
They introduce themselves as my prep team and as airheaded and annoyingly superficial they are...for some reason they relax me and find myself smiling at their chitter chatter.
There’s Vona, the smiley red-head, who does nails. Alvis, a man with shimmering tattoos all over his arms and hair that is picture perfect, is in charge of my hair. And last but not least, there’s Cosima, a thin woman with plump lips, rainbow streaked hair and has the fantastic job of doing my eyebrows and waxing.
As their first task they have me strip down and out of my clothes and stand stark naked in front of them.
Even though I can feel myself blushing furiously at being inspected so closely and so exposed, my prep team seem to think nothing of it.
They circle me, tilting my head this way and that, muttering random comments to each other. Nodding and shaking their heads as they thought about what they should change about me first.
It’s not until they lay me down, still naked, on a giant metal slab that they address me directly.
“The good news is...” Alvis begins, “You’re absolutely beautiful!”
I’m not sure whether to smile or not so I settle for a sort of grimace.
“That bad news...” Cosima eyes me up and down, “Our job is to make you look your ABSOLUTE best.”
They snap on their blue rubber gloves and set to work on my body. They wax every single hair on my body (apart from my head of course) and I have to bite the inside of my cheeks to stop myself from screaming out bloody murder. I’ve waxed before, being from district 1, but the wax was searing hot and they waxed in places I never even thought was possible...
Vona sets to work filing and colouring my nails to perfection. Cosima moves onto my eyebrows and finally Alvis tends to my hair, pulling, spraying and tugging me in every direction.
They next few hours are a blur of hands, tools, creams, powders and sweet smelling beauty concoctions that they lather all over me. My skin is raw and spotless by the time they’ve finished with me and I feel used yet strangely refreshed.
The whole time this painful process is going on, the team are chatting away non-stop, from dull capitol happenings to the latest gossip on the Hunger Games.
At one point they ask me about my volunteering but I’m too busy gritting my teeth in pain as something sharp attacks my legs to reply or listen properly.
Finally it’s over.
My prep team stand back to admire their work and smile proudly at me. Mind you, I’m still completely nude at this point so, makeover or not, I feel the heat slowly sliding up my neck.
Soon my stylist comes in. She has light purple hair that falls down her shoulders in soft waves, flawless skin (of course) and one of the most sincere smiles I have seen since arriving at the capitol.
“Hello, Ruby,” She smiles, taking my hand, “My name’s Aspasia, nice to meet you. I have the pleasure of being your stylist...and from what I can see, the team has done an amazing job on you...”
“Thank you,” Is all I manage to say, wondering how on earth these people can have a completely bare girl standing in front of them like nothing is weird at all.
“Right, let’s get down to it.”
She takes out a long tape and takes down my measurements and tells me a bit about her plans for my costume.
I’m still a bit light-headed from the perfumes that have invaded my mind but I manage to gather that she wants me in gold...and lots of it.
“You have this sort of mysterious air to you,” Aspasia comments and the prep team nod in agreement, “I can’t quite put my finger on what it is exactly about you that makes you so...different.”
“You have the crowds going crazy already,” Cosima grins.
“I do?” I ask, genuinely surprised.
“Yeah, they love you. You were so graceful coming off the train today!” Vona gushes.
“Oh and it definitely has to do with how your boy was looking at you too!” Alvis adds, enthusiastically.
“Oh, he’s not mine...”
But before I can ask any more questions, Aspasia is ushering my out of the room and I’m lead to the dining room, leaving the prep rooms and all the jumble of thoughts I had acquired, behind.