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[mationix]

(Hear hear! They're basically death traps for eyelashes. O-O)

Ashlie leans back into the chair, trying to eacape whatever thing this woman is holding. "What the h*** is that?" She demands, going crosseyed to keep the thing in her sight.

[CrimsonMoon]

(XDDDDDD)

The woman leans further and further foreward with Ashlie," Stay still, sweet thang-"

Suddenly a large hand grabs the woman's wrist," You better not be trying to f*** with my tribute before the games even start-" Candyman snarls, glaring at the woman

The woman looks suprised and a little shocked but pinches the machine so it opens and closes like a mouth," just an eyelash curler, love," she winks seductively and beneaththe mask... Candyman actually looks flustered

[mationix]

"Yeah, no, I'm with Cand here! Get that thing away from me," Ashlie manages to squeak out, too worried about the death trap than witnessing the woman flirt with him. "I don't think that in games where we try to kill one another, I need something down to my face."

[CrimsonMoon]

The woman sighs," Way to make my job harder," she clucks her tongue and suddenly pulls her up," Than lets get you cleaned up atleast,"

[mationix]

Ashlie lets out a strangled yelp, as she is suddenly yanked to her feet. "Hey, I'm clean," she says, glancing down at herself. She cheeks brighten, as she sees how completely filthy she was. Her feet are covered in mud and underneath her nails, mud looks like it's been sitting there for a good year now. "I guess a quick cleaning wouldn't hurt," Ashlie says meakly, feeling out of place.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Hmph, maybe you can help me get this old far to let me atleast wash his hair," she snickers, pulling her along with Candyman following

" I'm only 79..."

[mationix]

Ashlie glances up at him, before glancing back at the woman. "Er...could he not folloe us in here?" She hisses to her, "I'd rather not have an old man watch me as I bathe."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I'm not OLD," he whines and pouts," But i'm just gonna make sure sje doesn't do anything horrible while you're in there-"

" Oh hush, i'm not one of those corrupt stylists!"

[mationix]

"I appreciate the concern Cand," Ashlie says, already growing fond of the nickname she gave him, "though I doubt that'll happen. If that does, I'll be sure to grab and towel, then you can come rushing in."

[CrimsonMoon]

" But-But-"

" Shut up, Candy!" the stylist suddenly back hands the mask and it goes crooked and he turns away to fix it... Just a glimpse beneath... And it was clear he still looked 19..

" Owey..."

[mationix]

She presses her lips together, to keep her questions from spilling over. Swallowing them down, she shifts her weight from foot to foot. "Am I going to get clean, or...?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Yes, yes, come now, before he recovers!" The Stylist yelps and pushes her into a large bathroom before slamming the door shut

[mationix]

Ashlie windmills her arms, as she tries to get her balance back. "Is he always so worried around his partners?" She asked, slowly starting to strip down.

[CrimsonMoon]

" No, but he's always had a soft spot for ladies, Besides, you're his first female tribute, he'll be extra super worried..."

[mationix]

She snorts loudly, rolling her eyes. "Right, I'm sure that's correct," she says, "he doesn't seem to exactly like me..."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Oh... But this is the nicest i've ever seen him!" The woman chuckles and starts to fill a small tub with sweet smelling water," Besides, your parents atleast told you those little horror stories about him, yeah?"

[mationix]

Ashlie shrugs a shoulder awkwardly. "My parents died in one of the Games, can't remember which one," she replies, screwing up her face.

[CrimsonMoon]

The stylist pauses for a moment in her bustling around and gently pats Ashlie's head," 'm sorry to hear that, Darlin',"she murmurs before turning back to the rows upon rows of body wash, shampoos and other things," But for now, lets focus on your survival.. You might as well know about your partner's history too...

[mationix]

She does another shrug. "It was bound to happen anyway," she replies, keeping her voice light, "their names were put in double the amount they had the last year." Ashlie had heard that the older people got, the more times they were put into the Lottery, as the government called it. She doesn't exactly know why, but she hears overhears whispers, talking about how the government needs to have young labor. She gives the woman a grunt, her head bobbing up and down with each scrub. "A little, he's kind of hush-hush out of the games," Ashlie manages to say, spitting out soap that seeped into her mouth.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Hmph, I can see that, well, settle down, Darlin'..." Tje stylist pauses and continues to massage Ashlie's scalp:

" He's only brough in every decade because the first time the Candyman was sent into the Arena's... He slaughtered everyone, he didn't even let his Tribute pick up a weapon, he basically told the boy to sit down and relax... What the craziest thing was that after each kill, he'd fend off the Body Snatchers until he had written 'Sweets for the sweet' with his enemy's blood somewhere... That's how he got the name Candyman.

A decade later, he was sent in again but the Government had done something to him... He wasn't quite... As insane as he had been before but he wore that mask..." The stylist trails off