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The chatter in the room couldn't have gotten any louder. "Alright ladies," a man in a crisp yellow suit, and sparkling red tie, called them to attention. "Now, I know all of you are terribly pleased to be escorts this year, right?"

A chorus of delighted affirmation followed his question. "We've chosen you for your obvious talents, and past experience." He picked up a sheaf of envelopes, "Within these, you will each find your assigned districts. Remember, 11 might not seem as ostentations as 2, but to the Capitol, they all matter equally."

The ladies nearly crushed their carefully ironed, sparkling, wild outfits in their eagerness to reach the platform. Ever since the last Quarter Quell, the Capitol no longer allowed escorts to serve the same district twice in a row, having decided that such a cozy relationship among the districts and escorts might not be to Panem's advantage.

The first escort, a middle aged woman, who dressed in black and white, reminding one of a cow, tore open her envelope. "Oh," she pouted, "They gave me twelve,"

"Don't feel bad, Albany," sighed a red skinned woman, "I got six, and believe me twelve isn't all that bad."

"Who has one?" Asked a woman with orange bells tingling from her ears.

"I believe ladies," announced a dark blue girl, with diamond studded cheeks, "That the honor of district one, has come to me." She held up her card, the number 1, embossed in swirling silver.

"Oh, Tempest, you are so lucky," the red skinned woman sighed, "I can't wait till I win a career."

"I have 2," a platinum blond wig bobbled, "Can you believe that?" She bounced, and her ruby earings jingled, as she giggled.

"So Juliet, looks like we'll be a team," Tempest scanned the room, looking for the district 4 escort.

"Can I join you?" an escort with wings attached to golden ringlets, spoke softly, "I did get district 4, so…"

"We're a team!" shouted Juliet, as Tempest quietly nodded.

The three walked out, chatting about stylists, the upcoming reaping, and their favorite past Career victors. They did not notice the unusually tall woman till she towered over them.

"Are one of you for Four?" Her dark brown eyes scanned the rainbow ensemble, "I need to meet our escort."

Tempest shoved Heavan forward, "This is who you're looking for," she grabbed Juliet's arm, digging her long silver nails into the soft skin, provoking a high scream. "Come on," she hissed, "We need to get!"

Heavan tore her eyes from her two comrades, and gazed at the tall young woman. "You are?"

"Annora, I'm the mentor for District Four." She looked Heavan up and down, studying every little detail. "You seem good enough." She crossed her arms, her lips pursed as she thought.

"Good enough?"

"Yeah," she turned, and walked down the hall, Heavan following unsure of what else to do. She spoke over her shoulder. "What district were you last year?"

"Seven, but I was thinking…"

"Nice, that idiot Lydia killed out tribute Azlyn." She looked down at the escort, wondering how much more glitter one could possibly add to one's hair.

"Yes, it was such a joy to work with…"

Annora turned in the hall, catching the escort off guard, "Listen, Heavan, that's your name right?" The shimmery head nodded, "You won't be getting our tributes out alive, I will." She jabbed her fingers into Heavan's pudgy nose, "I won these games, I know how to help someone else win. You have never fought to the death, so KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!"

Heavan eyes widened, "But, but I'm the escort."

Annora scoffed, "Guess what? I'm the victor." She turned on her boots, and stormed out of the building.

Heavan sighed. She had always wanted a Career district. Maybe she should have waited for District One to be open. Copper seemed like such a sweeter victor.

Sound good? Which mentor do you like better? Still waiting on tributes for districts 6-11, and 3, males for 4 and 12