A/N-Alright, like I said before my writing skills still need some improvement, but the show must go on. If anyone reads this and is willing and able to be a beta reader for me that would be greatly appreciated, just get a hold of me somehow

Now, unfortunately I am neither Rick Riordan, Suzzanne Collins, or John Flanagan, so rights go to them of course, except for OC.

ON WITH THE SHOW

Percy's POV

As soon as I stepped of the train, I was immediately herded into one of the Capitol vehicles. It was built less for speed and more for luxury. The chairs could recline to a bed position and even gave massages which I took full advantage of.

i was able to get a good glimpse of the inside of the city. Despite gray do,instinct almost every building, there was just enough accents of gold and other colors to make it pleasing to the eye. Fountains and statues dominated the center of every roundabout (I'm American but they're more efficient). The waters of the fountains were somehow manipulated in a way that the water could make shapes in midair, probably some engineering marvel from district 3, those guys could do anything. The statues, for their part, seemed so realistic I wouldn't of been shocked if one of them suddenly stepped off its pedestal and started walking around. I'm pretty certain one of them actually did.

"We're here," Finnick, my mentor, shocked me out of my thoughts.

"This doesn't look like the tribute center?" It certainly wasn't, this building was much smaller. It had two levels, the first level had the typical gray color with dark accents that formed waves that twisted into spirals in a very decorative way. The second floor looked to be the same but with a lot less windows. Looking into the first floor I immediately recognized it as the starting point of the chariot presentation.

"That's because it isn't," Finnick replied exasperatingly, "this is where we make you two look presentable before the chariot thingy. I'm starting to realize why you're famed for your stupidity rather than your skill."

"Oh," Is all I could say. Maybe Annabeth was onto something when she started calling me Seaweed Brain.

"Well times a ticking, and Lord knows President Snow does NOT like to be kept waiting (There was no revolution in my book, but there's still a Katniss and Peeta, so have non fear)" Finnick said hurrying us inside.

No sooner had I entered the door when a blond woman came up to us with deep blue eyes. Her lips as red as blood, but extremely beautiful, her curly hair falling down to her shoulders. In short, she was beautiful, but not as beautiful as Annabeth

"Hello Finnick" she greeted cheerfully, "I see you've brought some friends with you. My aren't you cute." She looked at me carrying out the word 'cute' (If you haven't guessed who this is then you are extremely dense) I was a little taken aback when she said that.

"Umm, thanks, I guess" is all I could say. She just chuckled as if she was used to this.

"Alright Aphrodite, stop hitting on everyone, this is serious," Finnick said covering his face with his hands.

"I do not hit on everyone," Aphrodite replied defensively, "only the cute ones" winking at me before directing us into one of the rooms where we'll get washed up.

My cleaning didn't take as long, they still had to cut my hair and trim under my arms, plus give me a thorough washing, but for the most part I was fine. They finally gave up in tying to tame my hair after using an entire body of hair gel, deciding that I just look better this way.

After an hour of preparation, they left and Aphrodite stepped inside.

"Well hello there," she said flirtatiously. Which felt really weird considering she had to be at least 25 to my 18.

"Time to make you look irresistible," she continued, "once I'm done with you, you'll be all anyone ever talks about for the next few weeks, maybe even months." She looked so happy with herself I just let her be and didn't say a word.

"So are you gonna dress me up like to fisherman or something?" It was common to be dressed in theme with you district; however, I was getting tired of seeing fishermen, and fisher women, from my district.

"Oh heavens no!" Aphrodite exclaimed, what I have in store is much much better. So it began, the four hour process of getting into my suit. It didn't look like much front the outside, but it had three layers each with a different purpose.

The first layer was simply to give me room to breathe in the tight outfit. The second layer was simply a white undershirt to give the accents the top part. The third layer, well, let's just say Aphrodite really outdid herself here. The third layer was a consisted of silvery gray scales that extended from my ankles to around my clavicle, with the undershirt extending to my neck. The scales gleamed brightly in the dull gray room, standing out in the dark. It showed off my muscles and abs (I'm a guy so you better appreciate how awkward this is for me) which fit my body perfectly. All in all, it was a good look on me, I didn't realize gray could actually look good ones someone, unless it was their eyes of course. Better not let Annabeth here that. I gave a smile of appreciation to Aphrodite, who was busy gawking at me.

"I...think it works," she finally said to me.

"I think so too," I replied cheerfully.

"Well we better hurry," she suddenly broke from her trance, "only half an hour before the opening ceremony and you don't want to be late." She ushered me out of the building and into the waiting area where the chariots were located. I took this time to examine my opponents.

The guy and girl from one definitely fit into you careers category. The girl looked vicious, like she could pull your head clean off without second thought. Added to the fact the she was nick and muscular and I new she was dangerous. The guy, for his part, was also big. But he seemed to look more calm, but no less dangerous if the scar on his forehead said anything.

The tributes from two looked slightly less impressive, but I didn't doubt their ability. The looked small, but confident in the way she carried herself. The guys also sat calmly and confidently, observing everything around him just as I was.

The tributes from three weren't much to look at. Constantly twiddling their thumbs and looking everywhere, unable to keep their gaze on anyone at any certain time.

The the tributes from five seemed a lot more impressive. A blond hair boy with blue eyes and a scar on his lips leaned against the chariot talking to his partner. The girl had black hair almost as dark as mine. Her hair was spiked in all sorts of directions, clearly marking her as a tomboy. Both of them looked quite dangerous, especially the girl.

The tributes from six didn't really make much of an impression. The girl looked pretty enough with red hair and a petite body. The feather dress going well with the rest of her body. But she was obviously frightened, hiding behind the chariot whenever she caught someone looking at her. The boy had hair almost as dark as mine, his skin looked pale and sickly, but had a deep scowl on his face, obviously displeased with the outfit.

The boy from seven certainly looked interesting. He seemed innocent enough, but he had a good muscular build, more than likely from the constant lumbering of district seven. He had a leaf green suit that seemed well suited for camouflage that hugged tightly against his skin, showing off his muscles. Unlike the boy from five, he didn't carry a confident persona, but looked calm enough. The girl from seven also didn't seem like much of a threat, although she was a little less calm than he was.

None of the other tributes looked all that interesting, they clearly didn't want to be here. Although I did notice the girl from twelve showering at all the boys, only for it to soften when looking at the girls. And the girl from eight seemed to have caught the attention of the boy from five. I just smirked, he wasn't being as subtle as he probably thought considering his partner jabbed him in the ribs.

Looking at all the tributes, I decided the two from seven seemed friendliest and decided to strike up conversation with them. I walked over to them going over how I would introduce myself when my brain decided to take over.

"Want a sugar cube?" I asked using Finnick's signature introduction. The boy looked at me with a raised eyebrow, kinda reminded me of Annabeth.

"I'm not judging you," he said calmly, "but I'm not into that sort of stuff." I suddenly realized what I sounded like to him and quickly went to fix my mistake

"Nonono, that's not what I meant," I quickly replied, "I was...just...trying to strike up conversation."

"That's a very interesting way of doing it," he said with his eyebrow still raised.

"Stop torturing the poor boy Will," the girl next to him snapped, "he's trying to be nice."

"Can't a boy have a little fun," he whined childishly, which I laughed at a bit.

"No," she replied simply. Causing him to slug his shoulders further and a pout to form in his lips. To which I let out a noticeable snort. The boy turned a playful glare towards me, only making it worse.

"Well my names Percy," I said breaking the awkward silence, "Percy Jackson"

"Will Treaty," the boy said holding out his hand. An interesting last name in my opinion.

"Lydia Stanler" the girl followed in kind. I'm the only girl stopping him from driving everyone insane she said, pointing to Will. Me and our mentor of course. Although it's getting worse by the day.

"Hey," the boy said a little too high-pitched, "I don't drive people insane. What are you talking about? Do I drive you insane?" He looked at me for the last part, but before I could say anything Lydia interjected.

"I liked you better when you weren't talking," she sighed. Will, clearly displeased by this, glared at the girl causing her to laugh.

Before Will had anytime to respond, the trumpets went off, signaling the start of the opening ceremony. I rushed to my chariot before we were escorted out onto the courtyard.

I could hear people roaring from the stand, the sound was deafening. People throwing roses to their favorite tribute, I seemed to get a lot of them. We rode to the front as the anthem played in the background. The cameras seemed to focus on me and someone else behind me the most. It looked like Will and Lydia, but that was just a "guess.

Finally we arrived to the front, Snow gave his speech about how amazing the games are blah blah blah. Once we got off, Finnick arrived to congratulate us.

"Great job guys, way to make a first impression," he said slapping us on the back, "you and that boy from seven will be all anyone talks about for the next few days until the interviews." So it was him they were focusing on.

I snuck a glance at him and noticed him getting a similar treatment from his mentor, beaming from ear to ear like an innocent child. I think I've found a potential ally I thought to myself, maybe there's a chance.

As we headed towards the elevator, Will and his group headed towards the elevator as well, making it very crowed by the time everyone was in.

"Hello Halt," Finnick greeted all too cheerfully, "have you let your wife cut you hair yet, or still using that knife of yours"

"I KNEW IT," Will shouted accusingly. The man named Halt, for his part, simply deepened his scowl, which seemed physically impossible by my standards.

"You know nothing," he snapped, "I've told you a hundred time it's just a rumor."

"Riiiight," Finnick said rolling his eyes, "well nice talking to you, maybe we can set these four up on a play date."

"I'm not letting my students get influenced by your brainwashing abilities," Halt replied sarcastically, at least I think it was. Finnick simply mocked hurt expression. Will and Lydia also snorted, clearly used to this sort of behavior from Halt. How that's possible I don't know.

Finally The elevator landed on my floor and we stepped off. I was so tired at the end but somehow managed to get myself out of my costume. As soon as I was finished changing I went straight to bed. I slipped into a deep sleep, waiting for the dreams to come.

A/N-There's chapter 4 done. Don't forget to vote for either Will or Percy to win on my website. The poll will close before the games begin, so you have quite a while to vote, but please vote asap so I can at least get an idea of what to do beforehand. The result will be posted after I finish the book. So there will be no spoilers.

And if you think I'm not taking the games seriously enough, believe when I say I am. The characters may crack jokes and act like themselves outside the arena, but the moment they step inside things will get very serious.