A crescendo. // 1 of x.
- Notes: Hunger Games + Glee = Good.
- Rating: T
- Word count: 303
- Summary: A small prelude of what’s to come. Sebastian Smythe contemplates his last days on Earth. From the reapings, to the training, to the Games, to confronting his feelings, and to his inescapable death.
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The air was tinged with strong perfume, specks of high-quality makeup powder lingering. Sebastian held a piece of paper, non-descript, but everyone knew the weight it bore to him. He was in his dressing room, being pampered for the sponsors, before he dove headfirst into the red-stained world of the Hunger Games.
While the makeup team was still setting up, he examined himself. He had lost some weight, and the bags under his eyes were almost visible. But if these people knew anything, it was to conceal any imperfections with powder and a brush. Anything to keep the bright lights flashing.
His designer often chastised that he was downsizing himself too much, as everyone was more than just a face and a name. But ever since his name was picked for the reaping, opposite Quinn Fabray, the world got a whole lot smaller. He knew he was going to last in the arena, but not long enough to win.
Krystal was finishing the last touches of his makeup, careful to keep away from the small jewels embedded in his skin. They were miniscule, but made his green eyes pop. The whole affair was tense and quiet, as District 1 was knocked off their stool after the double victory of District 12. Other than the general instruction of looking at a certain direction, only two words were said, before he’d exit for the interviews. After that, the Games.
“Good luck,” she patted him on the shoulder, and walked away, leaving him to his own devices. He adjusted his necktie, and took a deep breath. These were going to be his last days alive, and he’d wasted it all. He didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye. One more look at the mirror, and he pushed himself out of the chair. Lights, camera, action.
