I know I'm so sorry that I have taken so long and it won't be like that in the future, ill update at least every week. Onto the story!


Rosie:

I'm standing in front of an entire wall long mirror looking at myself in the stupidest outfit I have ever seen. I guess it's not as back as the district seven tree costumes from last year but its pretty freaking close. The dress itself is horrible but the pattern…it's horrible. I'm wearing a mid length sleeved dress that goes mid thigh.

There is a small brown belt around the middle and my stiletto shoes are mismatched, one black and the other white. I'm wearing cow bell earrings and my nails are painted the same pattern, there is even a little cow patterned bow in my hair.

My face is caked with makeup. I can tell because I'm wearing it but to others and me it looks as if my skin is just naturally flawless. I wear gold mascara and matching gold eyeliner and my hair is curled into ringlets.

The road to getting here was long and painful. It started with me having to soak in a sweet smelling thick white liquid, which wasn't too bad. But them the progress moved on to voiding my body of all hair. I felt like a naked mole rat.

There was more baths to soak in and my nails are cut to perfect little ovals and my hair is cut and washed well, leaving it as a sleek blonde glossy curtain. That was the only part I actually liked about this whole experience.

My stylist is a tall man named Baron Ogilby. He has been tattooed with eye shadow and blush on his face (with by the way, despite his dark skin, is powdered a light grey color). I have to say that he is an idiot.

"You were fairly easy to get ready" my stylist his strange accent that sounds part German, part polish and very bored "So we may eat now"

I nod and am dressed back in my old clothes and then whisked away into a black room, illuminated by bright stars on the wall and hanging from the ceiling. The table between me and the strange man has robotic arms attached to it that hand us whatever we ask for. To be honest it creeps me out a little bit.

When I smell the delicious aromas of the food I dive right in not caring about anything else. Not the strange man, or my recently hair free body, I just eat. I do however take notice when he doesn't eat but watches me as if he was afraid I would snap at him like an animal.

It annoys me so much that in between bites of food I actually do snarl at him just because I hate him and his stupid capitol so much. It takes him aback but I can tell that he was expecting it which just angers me more so I do it again, this time he actually looks scared.

When I finish me feast and he eats nothing, I wipe off my mouth and sit back, waiting for him to speak. He doesn't talk right away, he just continues expecting me. I decide that I really hate this man.

"So Rosalina" he says changing my name to one that he thinks sounds better "I make you look good, no?" he asks

"Sure" I say. He picks out my outfit and can kill the small chance I have to win so I can't get on his bad side. He grins, proud of himself.

"When you go on de chariot tonight I want you to be confident, sexy, look as if you are above everyone else and grace them with your presence." he says acting out what he says, which scares me a little "Can you do dat for me, Rosalinda?" he asks.

I simply nod and am dismissed to go back to my room for a couple minutes before we have to go down to the bottom level of the remake center to board our chariots. I decide I don't want to back to my room because really what am I going to do there?

I walk aimlessly down a hallway, practicing walking in my stilettos until I think I bump into a cow. But no it's Joey, wearing a suit similar to my dress. His shoes are one black and one white and he is wearing mascara, which that in itself it funny, and one eye has black mascara and the other has white. I burst out laughing

"Hey, I think I make it work!" he protests. I don't stop laughing.

"Come on we have to go downstairs" he says taking my arm and leading me down the hallway to the elevator. I stop laughing somewhere around floor 26.

"Not that you don't look…bad, the outfit is fine, it's just the pattern" I choke out between giggles.

"Well you actually make it work" he compliments me.

I curtsy in my ugly dress which just brings on another round of giggles.

When we arrive downstairs our stylists freak out and gasp like just because we were a few minutes late we had died and come back from the grave. We are herded onto our chariot along with Jackson and Eleanor (in matching outfits) just as the first chariot pulls out.

When we pull out into the twilight I hear screams and cries of "district ten!" These outfits must actually look good to the capitol citizens. I stifle a groan when I remember this is being transmitted all over the world. I can hear the sighs annoyance of my family and friends back home as they see me in this get up.

Our chariots pause at the end of the circle for the speech from our president snow. It's different from the other years but it's boring all the same. When he's done with his speech was parade around the circle once more then back into the training center we go.

I'm about to step down when I realize that my hand is firmly latched onto Joey's. "Sorry" I mutter as I release his hand and step down. He follows me, helping me down they we climb into the elevator, ignoring the calls for pictures, with the district 6 people. Their dressed as factory workers that are slightly tightened so there not as baggy.

We make small talk until we reach the sixth floor where they get off. But we continue up to the tenth floor. Along the way I've been stripping off my hair bows, shoes and earrings and wiping my makeup off on my sleeve.

Before retiring to our room for the night we swoop by the kitchen and ask some avox's to make us something small to eat for dinner. The capitol seems to be full of them since the rebellion. Joey's in the shower when the food comes and I accept it with thanks. I eat my share and leave the rest for Joey when he finishes his shower.

He gets out a few minutes later and I take his place, scrubbing off my layers of makeup. I startle myself when I catch sight of myself in the mirror, with mascara running down my face. I make sure to scrub all it off before I leave the bathroom in my sleep clothes.

I settle down on the bottom bunk and curl myself into a ball, dreading training tomorrow. It's already been decided that my image for the interview will be sarcastic. I've always been a very sarcastic person and it's a relief that I won't have to act like someone else.

It feels like I have only been awake for a few moments when our escort pops in and tells us that it's time to get up and get ready. I can tells she's a bit taken aback when she sees Joey and I are in the same room but since I'm training to my death I couldn't honestly care less.

We dress in our black training suits and walk out to the fancy dining room. It's covered in plates of fancy looking food in various unnatural colors. I load up my plate and dive in. Joey and the other tributes are doing the same. Bell joins us but there is no sign of the other victor, I haven't seen him since the train.

Bell grabs a plate and adds a little bit of a couple selected dishes to her plate. She sees my eyeing her and says "I know what's good here. By the way I wouldn't eat that if I were you" she points to a weird jello blob on my plate with something floating around in it.

"Thanks" I say skirting the food the corner of my plate. It occurs to me that she has done this many times before, each time seeing another one of her tributes die after her help. I decide I will not be another memory, a forgotten legacy. I am going to win.

I realize that it is most likely hard at home with my dad gone at work all day, my brother at school and after doing my job in the woods and my mother trying to get the work done at home with her illness. Then I remember if I win we will get a new house and lots of money. I could actually get my mother help; maybe even cure her for good.

Were hustled downstairs to the training room where we face a room full of weapons and at least 15 people who know how to use them. A short yet strict woman lays out instructions then sends us on our way. I grab Joey's arm and pull him over to the corner.

"Where do you want to start?" I ask him, eyeing the equipment

"Let's go with something that won't get us killed. How about fishing" he suggests

"Sure" I say

We walk over to the station where the instructor looks happy to have something to do. He sits us down in a small environment where we have to find things to make a fishing hook, and pole out of then we have to fish at a small pond. I find a chipped seashell and I use a strand of my hair to attach it to a long line in using for a pole. I dig for worms and find a couple and end up catching three fish.

Joey is still working on looking for a pole and then he joins me, catching two fish. We leave that station and wonder around until we come upon a small in ground pool. It's for learning or practicing how to swim. Our training suits are waterproof so we climb in the low end and try some basic strokes.

Joey is actually pretty good and paddles out towards the deep end, only going under once; soaking his shaggy hair making it look like a dark brown mop covered his head. "Want a hair tie?" I call out jokingly. He glares at me playfully and paddles back.

"Come on Rose you got this" he says helping me out to five foot water. I panic a little but regain my composer and start swimming quite well actually. I dive under and grab Joey's foot; making him start and me laugh and have to come up for air.

"Sorry I couldn't resist" I choke out between giggles. He pushes me and I splash into the water. We end up having a wave war in the middle of a group of people training to fight to their death. We are the only people out there that don't freaking care so much that they can have the time of their live in a room of highly trained killers. I guess were just stupid. But as we've already covered; I don't care.


Again I'm so sorry that it took so long! Please review I really like writing this story and I'm sad that a lot of people don't read it so please review!

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Joey's suit for the chariot ride:

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