We're finally whisked away from the crowds of people bombarding us with admiration and fandom and sent into a long, fancy car that leads us to the training center. Just as the four of us finish playing with the fancy gadgets in our, as the driver called it "limousine," we are yanked out by a pair of Peacekeepers and sent into the building.

The girls are pulled one way, Ryann and I the other. The two of us are sitting by ourselves joking about what freaks we'll get this year when the door opens and a barrage of rainbow colors blinds our eyes.

One-by-one the prep team introduces themselves. Fantina is a rather plump woman with spiked-up maroon hair. Her purple body paint would bring tears to a normal baby's eyes. Marcos is an extremely flamboyant red-head with long, flowing curls and a powdered face that resembles Icirrus'. He seems to be the leader of the three by the way the two others treat him. Our final member, Beatrix, is the most bizarre looking with yellow, curly hair on the left side of her head and black, wavy hair on the right. Her dark make-up gives her a demonic-like appearance, but she seems bright and chipper like the rest.

Man, are they annoying. "Capitol fashion…" this and "exquisite cuisine" that. If only they had more important things to worry about. They're hacking away at our hair and plucking away the few remnants of facial hair when our stylist enters the room to greet us.

She's absolutely stunning. Her hair appears to be a natural blonde color. She does have fake contact lenses in her eyes to give them a greenish glow and her powdered-blue lips look doll-like. Other than these…um… flaws, she seems to be somewhat normal.

"Hello," she purrs," I'm Natalia. I'll be taking care of your fashion needs this next week; trying to make sure you give the best impression possible. I just finished watching your Reapings. I'm very intrigued by your whole situation, and when I'm intrigued, I offer up some damn good results. I can't wait to get you into your outfits for tonight!"

And with that, she spins around and walks out the door.

I turn to Ryann, "Hmm… must not have a way with long conversations." We start laughing but our prep team shushes us so they can get back to work.

Meeting Natalia brings back horrible memories from watching former District 10 tributes in the past years. I don't think Natalia was the stylist for them, but some of the dreaded outfits are the idiotic looking cowboy outfits and laughable cow suits. Whatever idiots allowed themselves to carry on that tradition, I don't know. Either way, I'm dreading the Tribute Parade.

When the prep team finalizes their "masterpieces," aka us, Ryann and I are finally able to get a good look at ourselves. "You two are finally beautiful!" Fantina squeals. Speak for yourself, ugly… But I have to admit she's right. Even though I could kick myself for wearing make-up, I do look pretty stunning. Ryann doesn't look half bad either.

We're sent down to Natalia, nervously waiting for the fates in the news for our costumes. We enter the room, and without so much as a "Hello," she just pulls the costumes out of the closet and into our hands.

My heart beat eases a little when I see it's not a cow suit or a scrubby cowboy outfit. But confusion sets in. Part of the outfit she gave me has a gun holster and a star-shaped badge that says "Sheriff" on the front. What in tarnation is a sheriff?

Natalia recognizes our confusion and explains that a sheriff was a Peacekeeper-like position in our District pre-Panem. She wanted to stray from the cowboy attire, so she decided to take a more demanding role as the cowboy's protector. She said they wore cowboy hats, too, and protected the townspeople from fugitives.

Eh, whatever. At this point I'm just glad it's not a cow or cowboy outfit. I put on my black button-up dress shirt and white dress pants with a black belt, pin on my solid-gold sheriff badge, straighten my white and black sheriff's hat, and lace up my fancy-looking cowboy boots.

Ryann and I are practically mirror images of each other, besides the fact that I'm much better looking, of course. Our outfits alone could be the best ever in our District's history. We'll see what the girls look like until we prove that point. What are they going to be? Female sheriffs?

When we're sent to meet up with them, I see it's the exact opposite. They're supposed to be the "Sheriff's Fugitives" as their stylist, Conrad, points out. The girls' hair is flowing in beautiful dark curls. With the dark shadows around their eyes and seductively bright red lipstick, they definitely give off the bad-girl vibe. They are dressed in short, black dresses with white leggings. Their curvy, black boots finish off their outfits.

Wow… I sound extremely flamboyant describing this, but I can't help it, we look sexy, and not at all innocent. Our stylists sure know a thing or two about making impressions.

As we climb up onto our chariots, harassing Dani and Vi as they unsuccessfully hoist themselves up in their dresses along the way, we look at the chariot in front of us to see the four District 9 tributes dressed in matching grey outfits with pieces of grain jetting out from random parts of their bodies. Oh yeah… that's stylin' right there… We proceed to turn around to see the tributes from District 11. We each let out low chuckles. To their utter embarrassment, they're dressed up as lanky corn stalks. How in all of Panem can someone pull that off? Two of the District 9ers turn around and look at our costumes in envy. Vi replies back with a pleasant little wave and a sarcastic grin to finish of the gesture. The sour looking red-head turns back around with an eye roll.

Suddenly, the crowd starts roaring which must be signaling the District 1 carriage. The television to my right shows the live footage and I'm able to see the District 1 tributes dressed in their gold studded outfits that are plastered with fine emeralds, rubies, and diamonds. District 2's carriage runs out next with their tributes wearing fancied-up Peacekeeper uniforms. Guess they strayed from the masonry aspect of their District this year.

District 3 comes next in their unique looking attire. The tributes are dressed in all black with wires that are jetting out sparks circling their bodies. District 4 is mermaids… again. District 5 is power plant workers… again. District 6 looks a little different dressed up in what would look like normal looking attire if it weren't for the propeller shaped hats spinning on their heads. District 7 wore brown and green with branches sticking out of their hair and pockets. District 8 wore suits and dresses with a random array of patchwork and patterns of cloth blotched everywhere. District 9 exited next. Then came us…

We were soon blinded by bright lights and screaming cheers that us country folk are far from used being accustomed. We stood girl, boy, girl, boy in the same order we were Reaped/volunteered. Locking arms so we could all wave, we looked like one big, happy family of sheriffs and fugitives. The Capitol loved us. They were drooling over the girls' promiscuous bad girl outfits while admiring our handsome and powerful looking man-in-charge attire. I kept blowing kisses, pointing at crowds of people, and throwing roses that landed into our carriage back into the masses.

I was pleased to see the other three were putting an equally good show for themselves. Ryann was air fiving fans that we passed while waving to the other side. Vi and Dani were both doing bad-girl poses to drive the fans even more crazy. Hand, line, and sinker… we got these sponsors in the palm of our hands. Well, hopefully.

As we pulled into the circle and waited for the plain-looking coal miners from District 12 to pull in, President Salt stepped up to the podium and began talking in her cold, heartless screech. "Welcome tributes! I'm pleased to announce the opening ceremonies for the 100th Hunger Games! May the fourth Quarter Quell be the best yet. Thank you and may the odds be ever in your favor."