Chapter 7: Marina.
“My name is Tigris. I will be your stylist in the Hunger Games,” says a very strange woman sitting before me. She is quite obviously a capitol citizen with her strange body piercings and hair coloring. Her hair is jet black with the tips dyed bright orange, she has tiger stripes tattooed up her arms, and she wears green cat-eye contacts. Her makeup is done is such a way that gives her a very- catlike appearance. Tigris’s tone of voice is almost like a purr, which is oddly in character. Wow. You’d think a woman so capitol-ized may look grotesque or at least extremely ugly. However, the way she looks right now is pretty cool. Any more enhancements would push this look over the edge, but right now Tigris’s style is simply interesting. As I evaluate Tigris’s looks, she continues, “Right now I am to have your prep team come in to prepare you for the chariot ride. I’m considering what angle to go for you.”
“What angle?” I question Tigris as she studies my body and facial features.
“You know, sexy, girly, fierce? We need to pick an angle for you,” she explains.
“I like fierce,” I smile.
“No,” she shakes her head thoughtfully, “You are too sweet looking for that.”
I pout. “Girly?” Gosh I hope not!
“Nope,” Tigris thinks another moment in silence, “I’ve got it! You are going to be something no District 4 tribute has ever been before. Mysterious.”
I look at her quizzically, but that’s it. She isn’t going to tell me anything else. As Tigris exits, three noisy people enter and set up more beauty supplies than I have ever seen in my whole lifetime. Then they stop talking very abruptly, and stare at me. I look around awkwardly, hoping I’m not blushing.
“No need to blush child, I’m just deciding which shade of eyeliner is right for you,” says a very tall woman with bright pink hair and leaves tattooed on her cheeks. So much for not blushing.
“Let me introduce them,” says another odd looking woman who appears to be a rainbow. Her hair, her skin, her nails, everything is painted like a rainbow. I’m having a hard time focusing on her. “I am Cassandra, that’s Ivy, and this is Terrance.”
But Terrance is already filing my nails into perfect ovals, and Ivy is running her fingers through my hair. I look back at Cassandra but she too has begun to inspect my legs.
“Oh good,” she nods in approval at me, “You shave your legs.”
“Thanks, I think,” I mumble.
“Last year we had District Ten and they don’t shave there! It was horrendous,” squeaks Ivy in her silly capitol accent. The only reason I shaved back home is because I was told it makes you swim faster.
“Oh,” I say quietly.
Finally, over an hour later, my prep team deems me “pretty enough” to get into my costume. Oh God, what will I be wearing? I bite my lip and run through all of the District 4 costumes we had in the past. Fisherman, Fish, Sailors, Fisherman, oh did I say that already? I just hope for two things, that Tigris designed something hopefully creative and new, and that I am fully clothed. That’s not too much to ask for, right?
“Here we are,” says Terrance, pulling off the protective water proof covering on something on a hanger. I lean forward, anticipating seeing what’s inside. I did not expect to see what I saw.
“Tigris designed this? It’s…it’s” I try to find the right word in the moment, “Beautiful!” I gasp. I have never seen anything like this in the games before, and I can hardly imagine myself wearing it. My prep team is beaming at the look on my face and smiling at my excitement.
“Want to wear it now?” Cassandra smirks.
“Yes!” I’m still staring at the outfit (costume?) before me. I’ve never seen anything like it! It sure is original, and even though I won’t be fully clothed, it’s okay this time.
Once I struggle into the tight garments, I am brought before a full length mirror and propped up in a chair, because standing might prove difficult. I gasp at my own reflection. I am beautiful. No, I am a goddess. No I am…mysterious. I keep opening and closing my mouth trying to find the words to say, while my prep team just laughs at my reaction. My makeup is soft, and rosy, applied in a way that makes me seem as if I am shimmering and glowing with glitter. Two strands of my hair are pinned from the front to the back, then the rest cascades down my back in a shower of red-auburn ringlets. I wear a crown of shells to match my identical shell necklace and earrings. I have a starfish bracelet to match my starfish and seaweed top, well hardly a top, more like half a top. And let’s not forget my long, shimmering polyester turquoise tail complete with fins and all. Yes, I am a mermaid.
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