A.N.- I'm so obsessed with Hunger Games, and Seneca. That's all.

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Chapter 3- Styles

After getting off the train at the station and briefly admiring the city around me, I was rushed along with Roan to the prep place, where they'd start working on us right away for tonight's opening ceremonies. I remember Katniss telling me that the opening was this big thing for the Games. It was the time to impress people. I wasn't good at that.

Damn my quiet nature.

I was the least bit of a showgirl. That made me shudder as I thought of myself like that. I wasn't programmed to impress, but to live. Katniss had once told me that survival goes a bit further than impression in these Games (although she'd said God forbid that I would get reaped). I really needed to talk to her right about now.

"Impressive isn't it?' Roan's voice made me jump as we halted in front of the biggest skyscraper I'd ever seen. It was impressive of course, but had my eyes really been wandering off?

"Yeah," I agree softly.

"We need to get you two in with the prep team as soon as we can so we can be on schedule," Effie hurriedly told us. As we were yet again rushed to another place, I couldn't help but think that Effie and her punctuality obsession was a bit annoying. I looked around inside the style building. Portraits of people dressed in elaborate fashions caught my eyes. Dresses, pinstripe neon suits, and crazy Capitol-like things that were apparently haute couture. I might have rolled my eyes.

I was pulled by the hand by a woman with a Capitol accent as I saw Roan be dragged the other way. I was led down some spiral steps into a room that looked like the room in my nightmare last night. Actually it reminded me of those creepy-looking rooms I've seen on TV showing where they do surgery here. As I entered the room, the Capitol woman (whose hair was as neon green as that dress I'd just seen a picture of) handed me a robe and said my prep team would be right in.

I change quickly and nervously. I wasn't very fond of the idea of being au naturel in front of strangers, but I'd have to deal. I found my jabberjay hair twisty and threw my hair into a ponytail to get it out of my eyes just as I heard the door open. Seven very different looking people filed in to the room, chattering excitedly.

There were five women, each with a different color of hair that shared a neon and bright shade of each designated color, and each had on tons of makeup I couldn't tell if their faces were real or fake. The men were dark skinned and they smiled kindly at me. They must know the immanent awkwardness of me standing in only a robe (which was soon to come off) in front of strangers.

"You must be Litnicki Peckerwood," the woman with the neon blonde hair smiled at me, 'I'm Gemmy and these are Boot (the first guy who shared the smile with me). Vi, Thistle, Delia, Judie, and Clave (the other guy who looked sort of like Boot)."

"Nice to meet you," I said to each of them and gave the two fingered hello wave we did in Five (index and middle fingers forward and back one time). "You can call me Nicki, everyone does."

"Well Nicki, why don't you hop up here for us?" Gemma patted the table to which I sat on. Vi disrobes me and my prep team looks me over to see what needs to be done. I close my eyes and try to think, but even the barrier of my eyelids doesn't even help to distract my mind. Soon, I felt hands on me, a pair touching my face running over my eyelids and nose and lips. There were hands on my shoulders and they started to rub my dry shoulders. I breathed in some more, my eyes still squeezed shut.

I flinched a little as another pair of hands got close to my thigh. Oh fuck no I thought. Had these people not been my prep team I would have stabbed each of them multiple times to get them off me. I was the pure lily in my house, the one afraid of love and physical contact in that context (and maybe being touched by guys in general, I didn't like it). I knew what the consequences of each were.

As soon as the hands were all gone I opened my eyes. My prep team stood across from me, trying to figure where they wanted to attack first. "We'll start with her hair,' Judie decided for the group. Oh joy.

After maybe the most painful experience of my life (aka having hair yanked from my body), I was back in my robe after they had me soak in some hot goo stuff to help moist my skin. I sat in my robe, humming to myself to pass time. The door opened suddenly and I saw an olive skinned man who had dark hair on his head like a crew cut. He smiled at me. I returned the favor, seeing as how this must be my stylist. "Hello Nicki. Do you mind if I call you Nicki?"

'It's cool," I said calmly, "everyone calls me Nicki."

"So I see your prep team has already had a bit of time with you," the man said, but stopped as if he realized some important fact. "I'm Blithe, your stylist."

"Hi," I said smiling again.

Blithe circled around me, looking at what my prep team had done. I closed my eyes as my robe came off again. Just the stylist, just the stylist. Apparently, this lily wasn't going to get over her body being sized up and checked over for perfection any time soon. 'They did well," he said, making me jump.

"They did," I choked out.

"Did I startle you? I'm sorry. Have you seen yourself yet?" Blithe asked. I shook my head. Slowly and fearfully, I opened my eyes to fix them on the mirror. The girl on the other side of the glass couldn't be me. My hair was now lying straight just above my shoulders. Gone were my long Lynne-like curls as my dad called them. My face was made up with light blush and powder along with light blue eye shadow that I assumed must match my dress for tonight. I had to give Gemmy some serious props.

I looked back to notice that I was alone. Blithe had gone and I scanned the room for him. I turned back to the mirror and stared at myself some more. I was definitely not me anymore. I was this Capitol made beauty. My white robe contrasted with my light olive skin, and I don't why I started noticing such obsolete things.

Blithe came in with a hanger and a long bag hanging from it. I turned around, 'Is that my dress?'

'You wanna see?'

"Show me," I said curiously. He untied the bag from the hanger and it fell in a heap. Now I was staring at the dress the color of blue ice. It had a plain top, but the bottom was styled in mermaid style and it had frills. I thought I also saw black dots all over the dress arranged in a specific pattern. Holy crap.

"You like it?"

"I love it,' I replied, smiling.

"You haven't seen anything yet, honey. By the time we're done, they'll be calling you the Current. Make sure they remember that.'