Prep time with the prep team ! Had a bit of a hard time thinking of appearences but you know... with the Capitols styles I could say an alligator was a person and who would know? xD

My new prep team waltzes in to the room. I am taken aback by their strange appearences. Marcone, an orange tinted man with a crop of feathers sprouting from his head, bows down with a flourish. Venicia a skinny woman verging on anerexic with tatoos covering the entire left side of her body steps in second. Until finally, Glow, another woman whose body (much like her name) actualy glows a soft greenish light. They are so strange that if you squint in the harsh bright light, they look like a bird, a painting and a lightbulb. "Stand up!" orders Marcone, despite his frilly appearance I sense that he has no patience for people who dont follow orders. So I stand up. Venicia lightly lifts my face into the light so she can figure out what she will do to enhance it. "We have to get rid of all this... stubble!" she shouts, dissaproving. Glow says, "Now, now, Venicia, we have to get him clean first because all of the dirt is not going to help out the Remover." That doesnt sound plesant. "Whats the remover?" I ask a bit fearfully. "It gets rid of all the hair that grows on men's faceas and chests." Venicia answers. Seeing my expression she adds "Dont worry. Its not for life, we can program it to last just long enough to remove the hair for the duration of the games."

"Strip down so we can clean you." says Marcone gruffly. When I just stand there he groans and picks me up by the collar. With my feet lifted clear off the floor, he stares into my eyes. "We are not going to have a problem with my orders are we?" without waiting for my answer he continues on. "You do what we say, when we say, no questions asked, and this will be done quickly." His voice has dropped to a menancing whisper, his eyes hard and stony. He drops me and I massage my neck, my collar was not meant to support my weight. "Now, strip down." Marcone repeats, the harshness that was in his eyes moments earlier had dissapered. Strange. So I do what Im told and Im scrubbed with a gritty foam that make my skin tingle. They give me a thin robe to put on while they fetch the remover but despite my little layer of clothes its still very drafty.

Finally, after what seems like an hour passed, Venice and Glow came back strutting into the room with a small hand held... iron? "This is the remover!" says glow, getting brighter with excitment. I have to squint to be able to look at her. "Will it hurt?" I whisper. My prep team exchanges glances. "Probably." they answer in unison. I am engulf in bright flashing lights, half from the remover zapping painfull at my chin and half from Glow who seems very excited that she can use the torture machine.

When they mercifully finish my face is baby soft and my chest has not a single trace of hair on it. Not that I had much anyway. "Voila!" squeaked Glow whose seemed a bit dimmer now. "Yeah, thanks, now I cant feel my face." I say harshly. Glow's glow changes and is tinted orange when she huffs and leaves the room. Venicia clucks disapprovingly and leaves to summon my stylist. Genovio, my stylist, walks into the room skipping as he goes. I have to admit he scared me a little bit. He was totally covered in blue fur, with two horns sprouting out of his head. Because his fur covered most of his body he only wore a pair of blue shorts that matched his... fur.

"Let us talk about your outfit." I think I already know what my outfit is but I politely nod my head. "My job is to dress you into something that reflects your district, and since you are a bunch of coal miners..." he drifts off staring at the wall in fansination. I wait a moment for him to come back but he doesnt. So I do what any 15 year old would do. I pull his tail (didnt I mention he had a tail?). He snapps back into attention and carries on. I have a madman for a stylist. This isnt going to end well. "... I am going to put you into a coal moners outfit. But it will be a little less baggy and more..." Off he goes again into his own special world. I yank on his tail again, but hard because I am getting irritated. "...flashy." He finishes.

Im possitive Im not going to like this outfit.