Mockingjay: Prim [Completed]

Chapter 5: Scars (Prim)

Yesterday was a real long day. Rory showed up, Katniss went I went hunting (well...I just stood there, she did the work), and Coin turned my ultimatum into hers. Today, I need to film a short propo that the rebel group will show Coin, and the prep team has been prepping me for a while. I have a feeling I won't get any rest anytime soon.

Now, my prep team is trying to clean me up before they get me dirty. I know, it's weird. But apparently they need to get me to 'Beauty Base Zero', which means you're flawless but not groomed, almost like waking up perfect. Great hair but not styled, scarless skin but no enhancements, trimmed nails but not polished. Once they've done that, they'll decide a new look for me and prep me up like I've been in battle, bloody and scarred. Honestly I have no idea why this is even necessary, seems like a waste of materials and resources. Like really, how are you supposed to scar someone attractively? It's almost an oxymoron.

The prep team is in a horrible state, both physically and mentally. It makes me wonder how Rory's doing and make a mental note to go visit him. He's still in the infirmary, and so's Finnick. Who knows when they'll be released. Who knows when life will ever be the same again? I know it will never be the same but when will my life ever resemble the one I've had before the games?

Octavia, Venia and Flavius have a bit of trouble getting me back to Beauty Base Zero but after a while they get it done. All but one part. My arm. When Johanna dug out the tracker, it left a nasty scar, and the surgeons didn't really think about how it would look when they stitched it up. Now there's a jagged line that's a bit hard to cover. And the Mockingjay suit that Cinna made for me stops at my elbows, so the scar will be visible.

I didn't think it would be that big of a problem, after all, it makes me look like I've been in battle (which I basically have). This turns out to be such a big deal that Plutarch and Fulvia are brought in. Probably wasn't a good idea though. Fulvia gagged at the sight of the scar and I raised an eyebrow, the way Katniss does every so often. Fulvia, being the assistant of the Head Gamemaker, should be used to seeing gory things. Maybe she's not used to seeing them in real life though, after all, the Games are just a reality show for those in the Capitol.

After heaps of thinking, Plutarch decides they'd take care of my scars later. Then I'm told to take the prep team and head for lunch. Great. I'm sure they'll attract a lot more attention to me, which isn't a good thing now. I try to act like it doesn't matter because it's important to be kind to people. I smile and greet people in the dining room as we walk over to my table. I take a seat next to Katniss, and the prep team sits down on the other side. I look over at the meal today. Same old, but today we've got oranges instead of turnips. I smile and peel it, placing the pieces in my mouth one by one and tasting the sour but sweet citric fruit.

Posy looks over in curiosity and moves over to sit with Octavia. The little girl frowns and asks innocently, "Are you sick? Why are you green?"

"It's supposed to be fashionable," I explain quickly, even though I don't understand how that makes you look better. Like Posy said, it makes you look sick. I don't dare say anything though. Little Posy thinks about this for a second then tells Octavia,

"I think you would look good in any color."

Octavia's lips curl up ever so slightly. Posy's statement may have been short but it's sweet just like her. And the oranges.

Katniss normally doesn't talk very much but she talks a lot during lunch. I can see her effort in trying to keep the conversation alive. Thankfully it doesn't die and soon I'm off to the hospital to see Rory. But when I get to his room, he's not there anymore. Then suddenly I feel someone pull me into a blind hug. I laugh.

"Rory!"

"I'm sorry you are incorrect, please guess again," he replies in a synthetic voice. I laugh again.

"You should be lying down in bed, what are you doing?" I ask in concern. The hug was nice though, I admit.

"Didn't anyone tell you? They let me go see Beetee and the weapons with you. You know, with the second Mockingjay thing."

"Oh nice, you sure you'll be okay?"

"I'll be fine."

Soon we're a couple more floors deeper into the earth's surface at a special weaponry place. We go through multiple security measures that are honestly a bit over the top but they finally let us in. Beetee's in a wheelchair, which he tells us is because he get's tired easily if he walks. Makes sense. For a moment I was worried his legs got paralyzed or something.

Beetee goes through a bunch of weapons with us but I don't find it very interesting. Rory does though, so I act interested for his sake.

"Primrose, I know this isn't interesting to you," Rory whispers. I blush.

"How'd you know?"

He just gives me a look and no words are needed. I get the message.

"Oh, don't decide it's not interesting, not yet," Beetee tells me. My cheeks flush again. I didn't know he was listening. Then Beetee says, "I have a special surprise gift for you."

He goes over to a closet and brings out a black box with two compartments. I open it up to find slight shots and an assortment of rocks.

"Woah, a sling shot," I say, "with interesting rocks."

"They've got different modes, marked with different colors. Sharp, explosive, and incendiary. And, it activates to your voice and goes to sleep when you tell it good night."

"It's alive?!"

Beetee chuckles.

"Child no, it's just advanced technology."

"Thank you!" I exclaim, realizing how special this gift really is.

"Oh and Rory my friend, tell Finnick I have a special trident for him, would'ya?"

Rory nods and after a bit more talking, we're off to go film my propo. I told Rory to go back to the hospital (not that I don't want him around) but he just wouldn't listen.

The crew seems very excited to show us their work. It's short and simple, but I can tell they put a lot of work and effort into this. And they're very proud. "People of Panem, we fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice!"

Rory immediately picks up the line and says it out loud, being overdramatic, pumping his fist in the air and posing for an extra measure. We both laugh but the members of the crew that have seen him do it look at him as if he's exactly what they're looking for. He probably is. He'd make a better Mockingjay than myself, anyways. But now I've gotten myself into this and I better do it right. They prep me up in the suit, place a bloody bandage over my scar, and have me stand in front of a simple but impactful set and shout out the words that feel unnatural to me.

"People of Panem, we fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice!"

Everyone is silent for a moment. Then suddenly the intercom comes to life. Laughter comes from it, then words.

["And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies."] (page 72 line 6)

It doesn't take me long to realize who it is. Haymitch.

~A/N~ Hello people, it's been a while. Sorry about that. And this chapter has 0 editing but I'll get to that shortly.

I tried to portray Prim as a kind and young girl, taking out the sarcasm that I have been using the past few chapters. I hope this is a better angle- please let me know how I do.

Also, dedication to @geenfire for suggesting I use oranges in MJP :)

I'll see you guys with a new chapter :)

-Monica