dressed up for death {elise/olete}

{ e l i s e k r a n e }

Blending in seems a popular strategy for most tributes but for Elise, disappearing into the landscape is not an option. It is all a show after all, a piece of entertainment and now that her name has been called, she has been drawn as a character for whatever story is about to come. Almost never has a side character made it to the end of the story and while the careers have their advantages, the results speak for themselves.

So far, Elise has ignored any of the combat stations and has followed Harbinger’s advice on not ignoring the survival stations. Building a fire and identifying flora that will replenish an empty gut versus destroying it are at least some of the vital skills that she has taken from home. It has been useful to show off her knowledge, impressions from the trainers have been quite surprising. She is not ready yet to disappoint the buff, muscular looking trainers at the blades table or melee training mat.

Then there is the camouflage table, a literal mine field of delight for Elise. There are so many different tools for her to explore but does she really want to paint herself into the arena? Or should she just stand out from it, become the mirror opposite?

There has not been a single hint on what the arena will be decorated as, there are speculations and whispers, but she has been assured that she will only know until the moment she arrives there. Many of the paints and powders are like the concoctions she used back home to paint herself as that girl all the others demanded her to be. There is a mirror on the table and she gets to work, mixing together colours and ignoring the trainer that keeps telling her you are using too much of that!

It is different to the modest look the stylists have been presenting her as. Maybe a little too much for being in this sweaty training center and it is confirmed to be by the observant tribute that is sharing the table with her. ”That is exactly what I am trying to do.” Elise says, carrying on with blending a pink hued powder into her cheeks. ”They have cameras on us right now, they don’t care about what we looked like in Eleven,” She stops and looks up and down at the other tribute, it is one of the girls from Nine. ”and Nine. They care about what we look and do now. I can help you do the same, if you would like?”

Rave.