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District 5||Capitol||Arela
One moment Arela had been standing in the open room with all the other tributes and the next her stylists had dragged her away to get ready.*
The interviews, so soon? It feels like we all just got here... *she found herself thinking nervous thoughts as her stylists chattered on excitedly and made a rude remark about her condition here and there while they plucked at her body and tried to make her look presentable.
Finally when Arela thought she could bear no more plucking and hyper stylists, it was over. They had curled her hair into loose scrunches that were flashing almost metallically when the light caught it. Her dress went all the way down to her ankles and it was a dark navy blue that had streaks of silver that seemed to flash like electricity or lightning. blinking at herself she couldn't believe the way she looked. it made her feel disgusted yet pleased all the same.*
now if only i could get out of the interview! * her heart still fluttered at the thought of all the cameras on her as she stood on the stage.
Before she could comment on their work she was taken to the area where the interviews would begin. she stared awestruck at all of the other tribute's outfits. stroking her hair behind and ear she self consciously walked to her seat, dread pulsing through her at the thought of standing on that large stage.*
(dress looks somewhat like this except there are the silver streaks/electricity
http://nicefashion.info/wp-content/uplo ... resses.jpg )