The next morning I woke up early, before slipping into the plainest things I could. A soft, black halterneck dress and heeled boots. I threw my hair up in a bun, and then headed to the kitchen.
Viktoria looked me up and down.
"Go put some jewelry on or something." she ordered. "You could almost pass as an avox." she said, nodding to one of the mute servants standing in the corner. On the table infront of her lay different foods, and she was munching on the strange combination of peanut butter, herrings and tomato sauce on rye. I raised an eyebrow and shuddered. "What? You try being pregnant!" she grunted, stuffing the food in her mouth and motioning for an avox to clear it up. "Go nuts with the stuff on my dresser. Who knows, you might like it more than I do." she said as she swept past me on her way to the lounge. She'd always seemed like more of an older sister than a mother.

After I'd snapped a large, cold metallic choker on, I stood back to admire myself in the mirror. I shook my head, took it off and wandered back to my room, before re-entering in a bright pink puff dress and stiletto heels, and I snapped the neck piece back on. Then I noticed a delicate gold hairpin on the side, shaped like a bird. I picked it up and slid it into the side of my bun. The phoenix seemed to wrap itself around the twist of my hair, and I breathed lightly as I saw my outfit come together. Stepping out, I bumped into Apollo.
"Whoa, Elise you look like mum like that." he blinked
"What?" I replied. I'd never thought I looked much like her. I awkwardly played with the clip.
"Yeah, c'mon." he dragged me to a picture of mum on the wall of the hallway, and sure enough the same sharp angular features we share are topped with a bun and the same clip. "We need to get to the training center. Eren's already there with dad. I'm dropping you off and then going wedding cake tasting." He exhaled, slipping tinted glasses on my face. "Viktoria, we're going out now!" A mumbled reply returned, and we made our way to the lift. Once we reached the car, our driver opened the door of the complex and then rushed to open the car door. Cameras snapped around us, wanting to get a glimpse of someone. "You're almost as famous as the President now, Elise." Apollo grinned as he ushered me into the car.
"Is that a good thing?" I replied.

Once we reached the training center, I stepped out of the car, walked down a cordoned off area away from the flashing lights and made my way straight to the door, where an avox opened it and ushered me inside. The paparazzi both at my complex and the training center gave me a sense of power, and I grinned openly at the avox.
"Hi, I'm Elise Stillson. I have an appointment with my father, Vaan."
She nodded meekly and I followed her towards the elevators. I clutched to the side as the elevator shot straight down. Once we reached the control room, I clip-cloped out in my heels and stood at the balcony overlooking the people working.
"Daddy!" I called, and he looked up, smirking at the front I was putting on to seem like a spoilt-capitol girl when I just really wanted to be back in that black dress.
"Elise, I have a special task for you." he grinned, as he made his way towards me. "I'm afraid, dear, it involves slipping out of your clothes and into something a bit more common."
"Like what?" I cocked my head.

And that's how I found myself dressed in the same clothes as the instructors but with hidden cameras on my front and back, and standing on the floor where they'd be training soon.
"Just stand in the middle of the room with me." the head instructor, Gaius, informed me. "That way, we can get a full round view to your father." The same father sitting on a balcony above us, looking proudly as the instructors ran around us.
"What if they recognize me? I mean, I was televised nationally last night across Panem." I breathed. My hair was flowing down my back, and I could feel it tickling my neck, almost comfortingly.
"So what? 47 of them will die and that will be broadcast nationally across Panem." he chuckled. I sighed. "Chin up, they'll be comining in now."

District 2 were streaming in, taller, well fed muscles sauntering towards us.
"Please wait for everyone else to arrive, then we'll get started." Gaius called to the tributes, who nodded. Gaius nudged me. "Liza" he called, using my fake name for use around the tributes to save any suspicion, "go take inventory." I nodded and made my way towards the 4 tributes with big stickers with the number 2 on them.
"Names." I asked. Clover, Angus, Nina and Sebastian, I got in reply. I stuck the 2's to their backs and then made my way back to Gaius, before 5 came through the door. I repeated the process. Toby, Zelda, Elizabeth, David. They got 5's on their backs. 8 came in. Meredith, Alison, Oliver and Tommy. They got 8's. The process kept repeating itself, until finally, it came to 12, the last people through the doors. Stephen, Alicia, Maysilee and Haymitch. After sticking the 12 to their backs, I made my way back to Gaius, who grinned.
"Full house?" he asked and I nodded. "Good, time to scare them a bit." he cleared his throat. "Alright, listen up." He called, climbing onto a block so he could also be seen. "In a few weeks, 47 of you wont be here any longer." I looked at the floor. "My job, is to make sure you all know how to defend yourselves. My team's job, is to help that. Your jobs..." he paused, probably for dramatic effect or something "is to pick out key bits of information, train hard and try to make sure you come out the other end alive and not in a wooden box." I shut my eyes at this point. "Now, I suggest you do that. Pick out the key bits of information to give yourself an edge. Train hard and you'll survive the first day. But only one of you wont be in the ground in a months time."