#acpprep

[aishajasmine-blog1]

Prep Team | Head Stylist - Kane Van Westwood Kalonice Karrington - Skin &  Nails Teagan Salempore - Makeup  

[aquarius-sotello-blog]

Breathing Room✗Prep✗OS

It felt like I had only just fallen asleep when a series of heavy thuds reverberated on the door to my room. I was a little disoriented when my eyes finally opened, the numbers five-three-zero glowing in a neon green on the electronic clock beside the bed . As the knocking persisted I dragged myself from the bed to the door, my mind still in a groggy haze and flipped the lock,

“Jac- s’goin’ on-?”

“Good morning!” She exclaimed loudly with a bright grin, “I take it someone slept well. The bed’s in here are so comfortable I almost didn’t want to get up myself.”

Her voice felt like nails on a chalkboard. I closed my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose, only half-listening to what she was saying.

“Now, I need you in the living room in ten, no, make it five! Wouldn’t want to keep the beautiful Ms. Rabideau waiting.” She glanced down the hallway with a bright smile.

“Who-?”

“Oh, your styl-, no, prep worker. No,” She paused and tapped her chin, “Your beautician! She has been waiting to meet you all morning. But don’t worry, I’ve been keeping her busy, filling her in on all the details. You’re going to love her! Now, go on. Five minutes!” She dropped her volume to a whisper and leaned forward, “And do not make me look bad!”

I threw a few handfuls of cold water on my face, got dressed and opened the door to find Jacinta still waiting for me, “Ugh, finally! I don’t want to keep her waiting!” She murmured through her teeth as she snatched my hand and half walked with-half dragged me down the hall, “So sorry to keep you waiting.” She resumed in her normal pitch and smile, “Aquarius, meet Ms. Seren Rabideau! One of the best instructors the fashion academies has ever known! You should feel very lucky to have her aboard your prep team. She’s a one woman army when it comes to makeovers!”

Sitting at the kitchen table was a woman with long black hair, sharp features and a pair of steely eyes locked on me. Something about her rubbed me the wrong way and reminded me of some of the conceited company my parents kept, and the silent treatment wasn’t doing much to convince me otherwise. Maybe it was just because I was still half asleep.

I sighed inwardly, “Nice to meet you.” It was a hypocritical statement to make given the circumstances and I’m sure the skepticism in my voice was more obvious than I intended it to be.

Seren lifted both her eyebrows, “Certainly have my work cut out for me.” Her words cut through the air as she sipped her tea. My eyes darted to Jacinta who I swear looked as put off as I was, “Let’s begin. Follow me.”

“Have fun! See you this afternoon!” Jacinta beamed as I followed behind Seren to the elevator, shooting me one last silent plea that screamed, “Don’t fuck this up.”

“Wretched little child.” She spat under her breath once the elevator doors closed and car began to move.

Seren didn’t say a word the entire way down to the prep center, which only made me go with my gut instinct that she was “all work, no bullshit” when it came to being on the job, and not much changed in once we were downstairs. I didn’t mind the silence but something about it made the entire morning more awkward than it already was. The only time she would speak was when she was giving orders or making her opinions of me loud and clear.

“I would not have expected any less from someone bore of the Districts.” She scoffed after asking me if I bite my nails, “Didn’t your parents teach you proper mannerisms?”

“Did yours?” I mumbled under my breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“I will not be degraded by some snot nosed-”

“Am I interrupting something?”

Another woman with blonde hair walked in and was setting down a backpack and an armful of books and sketchpads. At a first glance she struck me as the opposite of Seren; softer features and a casual demeanor. She passed me a quick nod and smile before looking back to Seren.

“No, not at all.” Seren asserted.

“I think I can take over from here, thank you, Ms. Rabideau.”

Seren pressed her lips together tightly and left without another word, but not before shooting me a glare as if to say I was lucky whoever this was came in.

“She’s a little hard around the edges, but you get used to her.” The blonde smirked and extended her hand, “I’m Temple Kendrix, but you can just call me TK. Aquarius, right?”

“Yea, but ‘Rus is fine too.” I mustered a slight smile in return.

“That I can do.” She chuckled, “You want to take a little break and get something to eat? You’ve probably been non stop since what, six o’clock this morning?”

“Five thirty.”

“I wasn’t even up that early. C’mon.”

TK was a relief compared to Seren; it was almost hard to believe she was born in the Capitol and not in one of the Districts. She was more personable, didn’t bring up the Games up once while we ate and took an interest in who I was and what my life back home was like in a way that didn’t feel artificial, at least on the surface. I took it for what it’s worth, but I knew she still had a job to do and the conversation would inevitably shift gears.

“I think you’ll like what AJ’s stylist and I have in mind for you two. It’ll definitely make a splash out there, literally.”

[bashinashton-blog]

“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.”

That was the first time I think I actually saw myself for what I could be. I was stunned but elated.

[sheavesofbarley-blog]

Jael Gentileschi

Head Stylist

FC: Sessilee Lopez

Sisera Deux

Assistant & Beautician

FC: Alexander Skarsgaard

Looking fabulous is a full time job for the citizens of Panem’s Capitol. That job doesn’t end when they do. How you look leaving this world is just as important as how you look living in it. Your funeral is key.  After all, it is your last chance to be seen by everyone. How will you be remembered?  With this philosophy Jael and Sisera created a booming business for the dying, recently deceased, and their grieving families.  Having made a name for themselves as the two most stylish funeral directors in the Capitol, it was only natural that Jael and Sisera find their niche styling the living, doomed to die. Donating their services and talents to the Hunger Games feels natural to a pair accustomed to the gruesome realities of death. It’s a wonderful chance to promote their business, and the most energy they see out of a client all year.  Dressed all in black, the pair prepare for the biggest, brightest, and best of all the funerals that Panem sees.

[ethereal-ithuriel-blog]

||  Storge  ||  31  ||  Stylist  ||

||  Prep Team  ||  Eros  ||  23  ||  

||  23  ||  Prep Team  ||  Ludus  ||

[jo-my-god]

                        Head Stylist || Tasha Salad || FC: Naomi Smalls

                         “Check your lipstick before you come for me.”

[crafty-colborn-blog]

Daphne Selfe- Megaira Athans 

        Megaira has been in the fashion industry for almost 60 years. She is one of the most respected names of fashion. Using natural materials has been a bit of a trademark in her line of work, She specifically requested District Seven for a chance to show the beauty of their trade. 

Nigel Barker- Phileas Leva

        Phileas is a personal favorite of Megaira’s. He has mentored under her for the past 8 years. His first love has always been photography, and under her direction, he has learned to model and to see the potential in other beautiful people.

Charlize Theron- Ambrosia Drakos

          Ambrosia is the owner of her own spa chain. At her spa, people can get massages, physical therapy, facials, makeovers, manicures, pedicures, face lifts, anything one could think of. Even though she is still young, she has made a huge name for herself, resulting in the request of her working for the games.

[siavashestrada-blog]

L - R: Minnie Frenzy || Rory Dynasty || Elena Gothschild.

A trio of eccentrics that knew each other before all of the wars began, by the end they only had each other and a list for something more than simply being civilians in a nearly ruined country. Instead they banded together to create a haven of opulence where they continued recruiting members until eventually they formed a school of people that the Capitol to rely on in turning the tributes that came through their hands from rocks to Diamonds and with that, the Capitol Prep School was formed.  

Minnie, Rory and Elena are the first three from an upcoming school of future stylists that would teach whoever came through their doors, in the mean time, the trio were chosen to mold the tributes of District 10 for the second ever Annual Hunger Games.