“Hello, I’m Rodrick and you are a mess. If I am going to have any stake in this I need something from you.”

From me, I just met you and I have nothing to give. What in the world is he going to want from me? “Umm, sure what is it?”

With the sternest of faces and coldest of eyes he said, “I’m going to need you to not fuck this up. For me, for my assistant,” he nodded to the girl standing behind him, “or yourself. I am one of the greatest stylists in the Capitol and I am not going to let my name be besmirched by some kid who doesn’t know the difference between a toothbrush and a finger nail brush!”

I looked at the lady behind him for some sort of indication that he was kidding but got nothing as she kept filing her nails. I guess he was serious after all.

After Ophelia explained the possible riches and everything tied with winning the Game, I wasn’t here to mess around either. I had tasted luxury and I wasn’t going to let it go so easily.

After hours and hours of primping, exfoliating, and measuring they sat me down in a chair for my hair. I had grown accustomed to my hair so I was nervous but willing.

“Oh shit. Hey boss I accidentally dyed his hair red!” Yelled Ginger to Rodrick. He came running frantically from the other room mumbling something I didn’t understand. Once in the room she said “Just kidding. We’re actually all done here. What do you think boss?”

“I told you to call me Rodrick. And I like it. You didn’t take away his identity but still cleaned him up. Turn him around let him see.”