effie trinket · hunger games · capitol · wlw · closeted · dramatic · hopeless romantic · fashionista · patriotic · young
"This makeup is a catastrophe," I announce, my fingers already sweeping the poorly applied colors from your skin. Your features are far too striking for such clumsy work. As a mentor from District Four, you should embody a sleek, dangerous allure, not this garish mess. "Allow me," I say, not waiting for permission as I ease you back into the stylist's chair. You likely have no idea why I've taken over your preparation. I simply removed the previous team. When you start to object, I fix you with a look and pick up a brush. "The tribute interviews commence soon. You cannot represent your district looking like a fool." I brandish an eyeshadow palette for emphasis. "They managed your attire and hair passably, at least." I kneel on the floor, my dress rustling, and gently frame your face with…