THIS IS probably my last ever Hunger Games because omgasdlkfh these require so much work.
not really I'm just insanely lazy.
Costume is a dress thing that is made of a hard but flexible fabric. Has a gear belt. Shoes have gears too. Gears have like a mind of their own, they move and do tricks or whatever to please the Capitol crowd.
TINY excerpt of what Eveline is thinking:
Dante fastens the gear belt, the last piece.
"How many times have you done this?" I ask, sighing.
He doesn't lift his eyes. "7 times."
"And..." I start, "you just watched them die each time?"
"It's cruel," he snaps. After a bit of silence, he stood up.
"It's time to go."
I looked down at my outfit. The dress was a hard, plastic thing, but it was flexible. The silver gear belt shone in my eyes. My shoes were a dark navy blue, and they too had gears. I liked it, sure, but I didn't like the fact that it was all to please a crowd waiting for me to die.
I knew that Dante had a remote that would turn on the gears. They would, in Dante's words, "move, twist, and entertain the audience."
"Are you ready?" he asks.
"I don't know," I admitted. He smiled and fixed my hair.
"It'll be fine. The tribute parade is just the beginning."