Chapter 5. Explosion
I look around at all the people gathering around me, they are three in number and look all too funny. They look like typical capitol citizens, freaky and abnormal, one of them have so intensely green hair it makes me sick regarding it. They’re here to fix me, to make me look good. Apparently it is important for me to be beautiful before I’m going to be slaughtered in the arena. And it turns out I also have a stylist, and she’s going to do my outfit for the tribute parade. Wilja told me during lunch that every tribute is going to be suited in something that represents their district. The point is to get as many sponsors as possible, the more attractive costume the more sponsors. And if you have sponsors you can be sent gifts in the arena. Wilja also told me about mentors and winners… What she really wanted to say was that she’s going to make sure I get gifts sent to me in the arena. If I have enough sponsors. Funny enough it feels like she really cares for me, which is odd when it comes from a Capitol citizen. I thought they all were brain washed or something.
The girl with the green hair that made me sick looking at it, puts a wax strip on my leg. She looks young but you never know for sure, here they do operations to look younger.
“Ready?”, she asks gently.
I nod stiffly, it feels uncomfortable with all these people keep on with my body. I’ve never had problems with nudity, but this was almost too much.
“One. Two… Three!”
Riiiiitsch. I sigh unpleasant.
“I think I’m done by now!” she says.
“And I just got her hair finished!” someone calls out behind me with a light soprano voice.
I remember it right, she has cat ears and whiskers.
“Let’s go get Charlie!”
The woman with cat ears handles me a robe to put on, I’m stroking my hand over the soft fabric. The three persons leaves the room. I look around and see my hair at the floor, not all of my hair of course. Automatically I raise my hand to my hair, it’s about neck length now. It’s a big relief to not have long hair, that’s not how I like it to be.
The door opens and a woman comes in, I am about to tell her that she’s in the wrong room. But then I remember – Charlie is a name of a boy or a girl. She has braided fire red hair, it looks colored but not in the way that it looks fake. Her eyes are lighting blue and she has a bit rosy cheeks. It’s almost scary how normal she looks, I search for anything odd without success. This person is not affected by the Capitol fashion. She wears a simple dress in different tones of blue and it looks like the sea itself.
“Hi”, she says “My name is Charlie and I’m your stylist.”
“Could you take that one of?”
There’s something in her voice turning what should’ve been a question in to a demand. I take reluctantly my robe of and it falls silent to the ground, Ok I do have some limits with nudity. And right now it feels like the limit is reached because Charlie goes around my and study ever inches of my body so intensive, it gets uncomfortable.
“This will be good.” She says shortly. “I’ve already got your costume finished. District 13, right?”
I nod, once again.
“Follow me we’re going to try out your costume.”
She takes me in to another room and bring out my costume and I can’t tell what it looks like. Charlie helps me to put it on and it sits tight around my body, not too tight of course. I get make-up and then I put on a pair of sturdy boots.
“Right. Do you want to see?”
I nod for and answer.
Charlie leads me in front of a mirror and first now I see what it is. Protective clothing, the once you use in a nuclear power plant. It has the familiar warning sign put on it. But this one isn’t white, which they usually are, it’s graphite colored. My face has also been conformed to the look with darker tones, but you still recognize me. I almost look dangerous.
“Ok”, Charlie says, “we have to go.”
About 45 minutes later I find myself standing on a chariot pulled by two black horses. I can hear music an people screaming of excitement. How can they even think this is funny? Charlie told me to stand the way I want, clearly she doesn’t care.
The chariot begins moving and I feel my pulse raise and pounding, what do I do? Should I smile? No. Wave to them? No that’s not a good Idea either. When the chariot finally comes out in view I find my face expressionless and looking forward at thin air. The public become crazy when they see me, but they sure do scream. Even thought I know that the pair from district one has already won this. You should have seen the audiences, some of them actually fainted of excitement. When the chariot reaches the center square I can feel that the costume’s shaking. Hard.
“What is…” slips out of my mouth but that’s all there is.
Then I can hear a large explosion, fire are dancing around me and I can hear the sound of explosion again and again. Except the shaking the explosion doesn’t bother me at all, or well yes it does. Because Charlie is symbolizing my district blowing up! How could she, I thought she was nice. Oh for god sake, I should never had judged her after how she looks. Then suddenly the fire fades and disappears, it takes a while for the fake smoke to raise to the sky. But when it does I can see myself at the screen, standing in a beautiful graphite colored dress.
The audience goes crazy.
NOTE: I really don't know anything about nuclear. And pleas tell me if you thought the transform from protective clothing into a graphite colored dress was too much alike when Katniss was turned in to a mockingjay, in the second book.
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