I'm a bad author! I'm so sorry about this super late update! I feel so bad! I had so much homework and an overprotective sister and just everything. I guess a late update is better than no update at all, though. thanks for everyone who reviewed! I am not going to be putting a review requirement for the next chapter because ii have to focus on my other stories. I feel as though I am neglecting them. I have so much work to do. URGH! Im so lazy! Here is some replies to reviews:

Bananaslug: I do write with music going. For some reason, it helps me think better. /:

Firespirit101: thanks for the awesome idea! I don't think I like percy in only a et though. I have what I want to do made up in my mind already after long times tryng to look for inspiration. :)

SmartyMcSmartle: thanx! I remember way back, when I wandered into the crossovers of PJO and HG and I didn't find anything that suited my wants so I made my own. :)

Unnamed Joker: Percy is not a demigod in this story.

SilverShadows12: thanks for the idea! Your idea definielty helped me to figure out what I'm going to do. Enjoy!

R.E.D.-my-favorite-mortal: awwwww thank you! I didn't want the capitol people to be nameless faceless driods in which you only hear the name and not the character. Thanks for all the compliments! Enjoy :)

That's about it! So enjoy the next chapter :)

The woman is not what Percy expected to see. Percy raked his eyes from bottom to top of the slim and gentle woman. She has on tall, black heels, a black, serious pencil skirt, and a black blouse. Her hair falls down her back until the middle off the back; so her hair is fairly long. She has bangs of her black hair that cuts straight across, just above her eyebrows. Caroline has streaks of gold peppering her hair; giving her color in her all black appearance. Black and gold. The colors wouldn't be perceived as colors that would look good together on a person but she pulls it off well. She is pale; not one inch of a fake tan on her as others has. She has gentle features. Percy blinks. She looks normal and non-threatening; something he hasn't seen since he left his home. It's not like Percy's prep team looks like they could stab Percy to death, but Caroline looks human. Percy expected some flamboyant stylist, desperately trying to look young, someone who viewed him as a piece of meat. Caroline met none of these expectations.

Caroline holds out a hand for Percy to shake as a greeting. Percy stands up out of respect, as his mother has taught him, and cautiously shakes her small, pale hand. "May I have a moment to see you?" she asks. Percy is surprised that she doesn't have a Capitol accent.

"Sure." Percy takes off his robe and puts it on the couch. Percy stands there, nude, while Caroline circles him, looking at his body with a calculating eye.

"You can put the robe back on," Caroline says once she finishes inspecting him. Percy follows her directions and puts the robe back on, but still stands, as he doesn't know what to do next. If she wants him to pats his head and rub his belly? If she wants him to jump on one foot and recite the Capitol's treaty? She looks too human to be real. "Sit. We have to talk about your costume for the Tributes Parade." She gestures toward the couch Percy was once sitting on and Percy sits back down on the plush, red couch. She sits down in a single, leather couch directly across from Percy. She crosses her legs at the ankles and she folds her hands on top of her knees.

Something shiny catches Percy's eye and he sees it is a ring on her left ring finger. The ring is simple; it has one diamond in the middle and small diamonds surrounding it. He doesn't see a wedding band, so he is guessing she is just a fiancé. The ring is too simple for a Capitol person, Percy thinks. Caroline presses a red button on the wall closest to her.

The coffee table's top in front of him splits open, and from below rises a second tabletop that holds our lunch. Turkey lay on white rice, fruit lay precariously on custards, vegetables on the side, and rolls shaped like fish. Percy couldn't imagine how much work it would be if he were to try and assemble this at home.

Home. He has only been away from his home for two days, but he can't help but miss it already. He misses Tyson's lame jokes and him mother's sweet words of encouragement. They might live in a horrible house that looks like it would tumble down anytime soon, but that's all he knows. He doesn't know the Capitol's people with weird colors, nor does he know anything about his people skills. He doesn't like change, and the last 48 hours has been more than just a little it of change.

Percy catches himself staring blankly at a window, that shows the peaceful sky. Not a cloud in sight. Two birds chirp and sing with one another and they hop from branch to branch, trying to out sing each other. Percy stares down at the luxurious food. What it must be like to live in a world where food appears at a press of a button, Percy wonders. The neighborhood he lives in back in District 4 has to fish and work hard to just have enough food to survive. Percy spends hours upon hours fishing to keep his family going. What do Capitol people do all day, besides decorating their bodies with unnecessary accessories and gorge themselves in food?

"You have beautiful eyes. Who do you take after? You have such unique eyes." Percy looks back to Caroline and he sees that she is trained on his eyes.

"I take after my father and my mother, but mostly my father. He's dead." Percy doesn't know why he said the last part, but why lie when you're just going to die in the end? Percy's eyes come mostly from his father, whom had amazing sea green eyes. His mother has cerulean blue eyes, and Percy inherited some of it in his sea green eyes, but he mostly takes after his father in the eye department.

"How we must look like monsters to you," she states.

Percy looks surprised at her statement, not because it was correct, or the fact that she nailed it right on the head, but because she cares enough to acknowledge it. Percy shakes his head and waves it off with a careless, "whatever," but it was laced with an undertone of confusion. Why would she say that? Capitol people don't care; they dress in extravagant clothing for the reaping where kids are chosen to die. Why should she be different?

Caroline sighs and shakes her head. "Okay, lets start talking about you and your district partner's costumes, shall we? My partner, Trevor, is the stylist for Layla. Our current idea is to dress you in costumes that reflect what your District is known for," Caroline says. "As you know, it is a custom that has been going on since the beginning of the games."

"You're not from the Capitol, are you?"

The question throws Caroline off track completely. "What?"

"You aren't from the Capitol. And this is your first year as a stylist for the Games."

She smiles a weary smile. "Yes, this is my first year as a stylist for the Games. I'm not from the Capitol; I'm from one of the districts. Do you want to guess which one?"

Percy thinks for a moment. "District 2?" It was an educated guess. The Capitol wouldn't usually hire people as stylist if they were from any other district than 1 or 2.

She laughs and throws her head back. "Nice guess, but no. I'm from District 7; lumber." Her answer throws Percy off.

"What?"

"I was born and raised in District 7. I was raised around trees and axes. I came to the Capitol a few years ago and this is my first year working as a stylist for the Games."

"And you're getting married."

Now it's Caroline's turn to be confused. "What?"

"Your ring on your left ring finger; it's a symbol for a person who is getting married soon."

"Yes, and this is his first year as a stylist, too. His name is Cinna, and he is the stylist for District 12," Caroline says with a smile.

District 12. District 12 is where the girl- what's her name? Catpiss? No, that doesn't sound right. Catnip? Not quite right. Katniss? That's it; that's the name- is from, Percy thinks.

"Okay, we're getting off track. I chose this district, and I chose it because I want it to be different from all the past years. What sets me aside from other stylists for District 4 is that they focus on what they fish, what they fish with, and what they wear while fishing. I'm focusing on the past." Percy raises an eyebrow but doesn't interrupt her. For District 4, the tributes always get dressed in ridiculous costumes. They are dressed as fish, as nets to catch fish and only barely covering his privates, and dressed as sailors or fisherman. Percy's anxious about the costume his stylist picks out. He doesn't need Tyson or his mom to see his thing.

"Do you know about the Mythological Greek Gods?" Of course Percy knew about them. He had to do a whole section on it for school in ninth grade.

"Yeah, why?" He knows it's a stupid question, but if you haven't picked it up yet, he is very dense.

"Percy, Percy, Percy, you can't be this dense in the Games! Not if you want to be dead! Think, Percy, what topic are we on right now?" Caroline was very close to just standing up and slapping him upside the head.

"The tributes parade and costumes for it."

"What else are we talking about?"

"If I know about mythological Greek gods." A light bulb appears above his head and he suddenly knows what this is talking about. "You want to dress me as one of the Greek gods and you want to dress Layla as a nymph or goddess."

Caroline leans back in her seat with a smug smile on her face. "Are you afraid of drowning?"

Next is the Tributes Parade! Whoop whoop! I'm so pumped for it! So, do you like Caroline? I do. I like her and how she isn't Capitol made. Review! Sry if I don't update for a while. I'm working on other stories!

BYE INTERNET!

-BF