Time to meet the stylists, but this is more about the reaction to the Capitol. Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 11: Techno
The Capitol

Aura asks to be trained separately, but that's ok. I'm going to be a Career. No I haven't trained and I know that District 3 isn't always considered a Careers District but if my plan works, their curiosity will force them to put me with them. I clutch onto my token, a small cylinder looking gadget that I created after the reaping.

A few of my friends had come to see me but I paid most of my attention to this gadget, this small piece of metal that will win me the Games. I won't tell anyone what it does; otherwise, it will be worthless.

My Mentor keeps on trying to talk to me and I listen, but I don't respond. She feels that the Careers are cheap and that it would be stupid to try and become allies with them but to me, I feel that they are the key to victory. However, I must show my mentor respect because once I am forced to leave the Careers, I might need sponsors.

Aura left with her mentor so we sit at the table and the avoxes come in to serve us lunch.

The food is wonderful and I take my time eating it, savoring every bite. Afterwards. Aura and her mentor reenter the room and we sit on the couch to watch the reaping to check out our competition.

"Yay," she says sarcastically, "Let's see who's going to kill us."

I let out a small chuckle. She's not hard to like, and she can be funny. For a second I feel as though she could join me, and with me, join the careers. However I can't ask that of her. Not with her wanting to train separately.

"What are you staring at?" she asks in a almost sort of chuckle as I have been looking at her for a while, trying to figure out my strategy.

"What?" I ask, "Oh, nothing."

"Ok," she shrugs and this time it's the mentors who laugh. She's sixteen, an average age for the Games but ages like thirteen and twelve are considered young and I wonder if the rest of Panem had young tributes as well.

And then the television goes on and we watch the reapings.

A few stick out mostly like the Careers. Especially one, a girl who feinted when she was called. Will she be permitted to still be a career? I wonder but then move on thinking that she'll probably die in the bloodbath. Out of the Careers, the ones who stick out most are the two boys from District 2 and District 1 as both look as though they can kill you by simply looking at you. I watch my own district's reaping and admit that I am rather proud of how I handled things if I must say so myself.

Then the outside Districts pull up and I watch them all being called up to the stage. The reaping moves on and the one girl from District 9 scares me, as she laughs her way to the stage. She's mad! She continuously laughs and I fear that she might be a problem for everyone.

Then there's a girl from District 10 who goes up with a heart broken look in her eyes, the announcer says that she is the younger sister of one of the Games recently and deceased tributes. There are more younger children this year than usual, meaning it should go by fast.

As the anthem plays on the screen to end the program, I leave to go to my room. I quickly shuffle into my quarters and begin to do some finishing touches for my gadget. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and my mentor came in. Her name is Chloe.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Putting in the finishing touches on my token," I say and she leans in to examine my gadget.

"I'm not sure they'll let you use that as your token," she says but I ignore her.

They will have to let me use it because there's nothing there that they can find. Let them search it, break it down and rebuild it. It doesn't matter because its job is simple…

The girl from District 3 and her mentor enter the room.

"We're here!" exclaims the mentor and I rush to the dinning cart to look out the window.

I take one good look at the Capitol and I have only one way to describe it: weird. It's huge and high tech and all, but the people there look as though they are colorful zombies who are trying to tear their skin by pinning it to the back of their heads.

The bright colors of the people there hurt my eyes and I back away in fear that I'll go blind.

After I had been picked, my birthday gloom had returned with resentment for the Capitol. Just when I had found myself ok with the reaping, they pick me to go die. However, once training starts, I'll need to get rid of my gloom and make myself as likable as possible. I'll need to become a Career to win this. So as a result, I'm letting out my gloom now.

The train eventually stops and we step off of in and we are swarmed by millions of cameras. I give a brief smile and am led quickly into a car that drives away in a hurry.

As we pass the streets of the Capitol I begin to feel nauseous. Not because of the Games, but because of the way people dress here. It's like someone puked color on them and none of it is the color that humans have naturally and there's a reason people don't naturally have green hair.

The car stops in front of a magnificent building and we are unloaded from the car. More photographers and news reporters focus their cameras on us as we are walked into the building. We are immediately put into separate room where we are attacked by stylists.

I am pt onto what resembles a hospital bed and they go over every inch of my body. They clean and inspect to in search of any flaws to fix before they bring in the head stylist

They are soon done with me and I lay naked on a table. It feels drafty so I take the robe and attire myself with it. Soon, the head stylist walks in and she's the worst of them all, her skin is dark brown but that must be her natural skin color as everything else about her is electric blue. This includes her overly long eyelashes.

Oh no," she snaps in a heavy Capitol accent, "Take that robe off. I'll need to see your exact size for this look to work."

I'm a little hesitant but I eventually do as she says. She takes measurements of me and writes them down.

"Um," I mutter, "What exactly am I going to be wearing?"

"You'll see, but it will be tight so I suggest you prepare yourself."

What could it be? I wonder hoping that it won't be something stupid. The assistant stylists are summoned into the room with the fabrics and I am saddened to find out that it really is the most ridiculous thing for a young boy to wear…

Next chapter will be the parade! And a special District that is of not the main characters, will get a lot of attention from the sponsors. I would like you to guess which District it will be between the following: District 1, District 5, District 6, District 9, District 10, District 11, or Distroct 12. One will get a very positive review from the sponsors, the other will get very very negative reviews from the sponsors. Review!