Capital people have very lady gaga and Katy Perry like get ups, which is of course how most of us imagined them. But after living with a Dad who has a passion for heavy metal, I've seen a lot of equally OTT stuff from Glam Metal bands. And after seeing some of them in their leather trousered, studded, eye linered and unruly hair styled glory in a metal documentary last night, I thought "who says the Capital are all pop?! These guys would fit right in!". So meet Stella's hard rocking stylist
Chapter 12: Stella
Every inch of my body stung like a thousand wasp stings. I'd closed my eyes a while ago, not wanting to watch these freaks take in my naked body. The one problem with this is that I don't know when they're going to tar of a waxing strip, or pluck at me with tweezers. So every time I felt something touch me a flinched, expecting to hear a ripping sound quickly followed by a hot burst of pain.
"Oh please stay still, Stacy. You don't want me to take off your whole eyebrow, do you?" that annoying Capital voice wines at me.
"It's Stella." I hiss through gritted teeth. These people could probably name 13 different shades of pink, but they can't remember their own tribute's name?!
"Oh right, sorry", she chirps, withdrawing her tweezers, not sounding sorry at all. "Well I think we're done. You haven't made this very easy for us with all your squirming but at least you’re not a screamer. I think you've done quite well, darling." The other two agree enthusiastically, do they ever respond in any other way?
Torey and Cole told me over breakfast that I mustn't complain or scream because it would make no difference to what they do to me, and although I've been jumping like a nervous rabbit hardly a sound as escaped my lips.
I look down at my bald legs at glance in the mirror at my newly shaped eyebrows. I've been in the Capital for less than four hours and I already feel and look different.
"Your stylist, Michie, will see you now." Declared a man with strange symbols tattooed all over his blue skin. As they leave I brace myself for the weirdest looking person yet.
The woman who walks in does look just as dramatic as any other Captial citizen, but there's something different about her look.
She's wearing electric blue leather pants (the first women I'd seen in pants since arriving here) which looked like they'd been sprayed on. Her top seems to be made out of chain mail which glitters in the light.Her eye lids are covered in black eye-shadow. Her short hair sticks up in random places and is died every colour imaginable. And a big sapphire stud shines in nose.
"Hi I'm Michie, your stylist. You must be Stella." She has the accent but it's not as high pitched as the others, and has a bit of attitude to it.
"Yeah, that's me." I answer, not sure of what else to say. She looks me up and down; then walks over to me, looking intently at my hair.
"I like your hair. It's appears to be light brown but when the light catches it you can she some bits of copper. You can put your robe on now."
"Er, thanks." I say gratefully pulling it back on.
"So, do you wear stuff like that dress you wore at the reaping often?"
"No way!" I burst out, not wanting to be seen as girly for a second. "I don't do cute."
"Good. Cause neither do I.”