THG-Finnick And Annie {12} Chapter 12 "Agh!! " I scream, jerking my leg away from the evil strip of wax that's yanking my hair out of its roots. "Agh! AGHH! For Gods sake, STOP!!" "Oooh, feisty one, Aren't you?" laughed a stylist, who looked about 30. She had long, waist length purple hair and butterflies tattooed in orange on her eyelids. She walked over into the curtained off area where I was being what they called 'prepped' and I call TORTURED. Butterfly woman shooed away the other stylists, but not before a young woman with a pink Afro could wink and grin at me. Ugh. "And you are?" I scowl "Hmmm. Arrogant, moody yet gorgeous. Great angle for the interviews.. Sorry, am I going too fast? I'm Lorzee, your stylist. I'm her to-" "Yeah, Yeah, make me look appealing to the ladies and help me get sponsors... I know what happens here you know, even if my hair is naturally this colour." Lorzee looks at me closely. I expect her to treat me coldly and yell at me for being disrespectful or something but she just totters over to the table and sits beside me. "Look, I know how you're feeling-well, as close as. I know you're bound to be in a bad mood but please try and work with me? With us? You never know what might happen in the arena..." She stands up suddenly and says brightly "I'll see you later to dress you in your chariot outfit, but I'll let the stylists finish for know.... I've got a great design for you and Halle.." Now I feel really bad for snapping at her-she may be the only sane Capitol Citizen....