Come on, everybody, I need characters! Help me! And for my guy readers, you might hate this chapter; it has a bunch of girly dress descriptions and stuff. And everybody, if you think there are WAY too many descriptions in here, I'm sowwy! I wubs describing stuff! It's mee fav! I hope you like this chapter! Once I got the idea for it, I couldn't wait to begin, and I had a great time writing it. And the song that the audience from IS from Shake It Up… I was listening to it while I was writing and it inspired me. And yes, Mia, Clove's hair was inspired by your Riley hairdo. KISSES!

Chapter 12: The Victor's Ball

Clove

After five grueling hours of enduring my brother's annoying presence, Cato and I were called back into the main grooming room. Cilla and Luke were there. Cilla had her hands behind her back. She held them out, and in her hands was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. It was a sleek black strapless dress. The bottom right edge of it was bunched to make the vague shape of a flower. It was so simple, yet so pretty. And I'm not much of a girly person, but I LOVED it.

"Is it…for me?" I asked, touching the soft material.

Cilla answered me with a smile and a nod. "Luke made it,"

"I thought were more of a simpler girl. Not too familiar with sequins and sparkles," Luke said.

I gave him a hug. "It's perfect!"

"So what am I wearing?" Cato asked behind me. Luke pulled out a hanger from a rack. On the hanger were simple black dress pants and a crisp white shirt with a black tie.

"That's it? That's all I get to wear." Cato said.

Luke and Cilla looked at each other uncertainly. "We…thought you weren't too into all the glammer of fancy clothes." Cilla finally said.

Cato's face broke into a grin. "Well you thought right!" he grabbed the clothes and raced toward his dressing room. I carefully took my dress and went to mine.

Glimmer

"Wow," Marvel breathed when he saw me. "I guess we're not wearing body jewels after all!"

I blushed and looked in the mirror for the billionth time. Remington had put me in a short strapless white dress made out of something I could only describe as tutu material, and my stomach was covered in a short, fitted emerald green sash with a strip of diamonds going down it. Heavy diamond and emerald earrings dripped just below my shoulders, and an emerald choker pendant lay in the hollow of my throat. Strappy silver heels wound up my ankles. Rab had painted my nails with a sparkly silver polish. Laphamah had given me another blowout and added some curl-boosting cream to my hair and glossed every curl so it bounced and gleamed. She pulled my hair up into a high ponytail. The curls rained down from the thick pony, reaching to the very tip of my spine. At the last minute, Dusty had spritzed me with CapitalGurl! perfume and dusted (haha, Dusty dusted) silver body glitter on my arms and legs, and sprinkled some in my hair so my hair bounced, gleamed, and sparkled. I stepped off the pedestal and into Marvel's arms. He took my hand and twirled me around and then kissed me on the cheek.

"You know," he said, tucking a blond curl around my ear, "those emeralds really make your eyes pop."

"You look pretty shnazzy, too!" I said to him, guiding him over to the mirror. With him in black dress pants, white shirt, and silky grey tuxedo vest and my curly blond head smiling over his shoulder, we looked the perfect part of a beautiful Capital couple.

Clove

"Wow," Cato said, pointing at me. "Nice."

"You too." I said, stepping into my black suede ankle boots. I dabbed a couple drops of my favorite perfume, Bloody Beautiful, on my wrists and grabbed my bag. "Alright, let's go!" I said, walking out the door.

"Wait," Cato said, catching my wrist. "I wanted to give you something." He placed a small black jewelry box in my hand.

I opened it slowly. "It's beautiful," I breathed, taking it out. He had given me a small silver knife pendant. It shimmered as it caught the dying light filtering through the window.

"Do I have to put it on all by myself?"

Cato smiled and took the necklace from me. I swept my hair away from my neck as he snapped the clasp. "Okay, now let's go," he said, reaching for my hand.

Glimmer

Marvel and I walked hesitantly backstage where Thorne had directed us.

"So…where exactly are we supposed to be going?" I wondered aloud.

"Uhhh….oh! There are Cato and Clove." Marvel said, tugging my hand in their direction.

"Day-ummm, you kids look niiiice!" Clove said when we walked over to them.

"Thanks, so do you! I love your hair! Fannncy!" I replied.

Clove was wearing a strapless sleek black minidress that fell to about three inches above her knee. The bottom right corner was cleverly bunched together to create a flower. Her fishnet-clad legs disappeared into two black suede ankle boots. Highlights had been added to her brown hair, and it had been twisted into a messy-chic chignon at the back of her head. Her side bangs had been straightened to perfection, and several curly wisps were dangling around her face. I noticed shining silver….knife? hanging from her neck on a silver chain. Clove's left arm was up to the elbow in a fingerless fishnet glove, and her right hand was covered in a shorter one.

"Hey, gorgeus!" Allie said, coming up behind me. She was wearing a sky blue satin halter dress that had three long ruffles falling from it down to the middle of her shin. Silky white gloves covered both Allie's forearms, and her long newly-highlighted brown hair had been straightened and draped over her left shoulder. HUGE pearl studs glittered in her ears. She was carrying some kind of drink in her hand. "So how are you likin the ball?"

"We just got here," Marvel answered.

"Well, you won't be bored for long. The President will be making his opening speech momentarily."

"The President's here?" I gasped.

Before Allie could answer, Dr. Samuel walked up to us. "Hello everyone," he said in his sexy Aussie accent. "I see you two got past your, ah…differences," he said, nodding toward Cato's arm draped around Clove.

Allie started to laugh. "Oh, yeah, I heard about that. Nice, Clove. Scalping? Wish I'd thought of that in the Games!"

Then Dr. Samuel said, "Oh, Cato, congratulations! I was so happy to hear that you were able to stop using your Pissball!"

Marvel and I exploded into hysterics.

Clove immediately jumped a foot away from Cato. "What in the hell," she spat, "is a Pissball?"

Cato's face was so red I could practically feel the humiliation radiating from him. "Uh..it was uh, a…condition I had when I was in the, uh…hospital…not a big problem, it's fixed now, so don't worry-"

"That is absolutely disgusting!" Clove cried. Then she started to giggle. "But it's pretty hilarious, too." She put Cato's arm back around her. "It's okay, Dr. Samuel told us like a year ago, so it's not like this is anything new."

"What? Why did you tell them?" Cato cried, shaking his fist at Dr. Samuel.

Dr. Samuel took Allie's hand. "Maybe we should go…" he said, pulling her away.

Allie waved over her shoulder. "Byeeeee!" she called.

We all kinda just stood there until Mia showed up in a long black mermaid dress. It was strapless with small corset strings at the top. Black sequins covered the whole area from the top of the dress, and then the tightness gave way to the flowing lighter black tulle skirt. Big black gems were fanned out across the top four inches of the skirt. Mia's hair had been darkened and curled, and as she shook her head, the curls cascaded down her back. Gold hoop earrings swung in her ears, and the tips of metallic gold ballet flats were visible under the hem of her dress. She had a bunch of drinks in her hand.

"You want?" she asked, holding them out to us. We each took one, and then a ring-covered finger shot out behind Mia and snatched one.

"Oh, of course Gabrielle wants more!" Mia said, turning around. Claire and Gabby were standing there. Claire was wearing gold gladiator sandals and a knee-length red dress. The top was covered in lacy black material and the whole dress was streaked with gold. Her hair had been corkscrewed into fat blonde ringlets and pulled into a half-pony. Claire was also wearing huge gold earrings shaped like dream catchers.

"I just wubs your dress! Who's your stylist?" I asked Claire.

She flipped a ringlet over her shoulder. "His name's McQueen."

Gabby waved her fingers, making her rings glitter. "And let's not forget the best dressed one here!" She yanked a microphone from the stand and climbed up on stage.

"What are you doing?" Claire hissed.

Gabby pointed to the DJ, who put on a catchy song for her. She twirled and landed with her hand on her hip. She looked at the audience disapprovingly. She cupped her hand around her ear. "Oh, come on people! I can't hear you!"

All of a sudden the audience burst into song.

We can make a change, it's our generation! You gotta raise your voice, say what you feel! We can make a change, it's our generation!

"That's better!" shouted Gabby. "Now we can go on with our show! Gabrielle is looking beautiful this evening," she said into the mic, making the audience laugh. "Shall we hear what she's wearing?"

Gabby started to strut around the stage. "Tonight, I am wearing a stunning goddess dress the color of golden wheat, the main part of District Eleven's industry. My hair has been side-braided and draped over my shoulder," she continued, stroking her hair. "And my braid is WAY better than Katniss Everdeen's! Can I get a what, what?"

The audience gave her a what, what.

"And I bet you're all wondering what kind of shoes I'm wearing. WELL!" Gabby stuck a foot in the air. "I'm goin barefoot tonight! Take that, bitches!"

"She's drunk," we all said at the same time.

Gabby managed to belt out, "IT'S A FARM LIFE!" before big buff guys dragged her off the stage.

"Hhhhhello!" I heard someone whisper in my ear. I turned around. A man about thirty was there. He was wearing stained jeans and a T-shirt. He had a Popsicle stick in his mouth.

"Um, can I help you?" I asked.

The man blew air through his teeth, making the Popsicle stick shake. "Name's Fresno, District Six. Won the Games 'bout fifteen years ago. Killed em all with meh spear. What 'bout you, baby girl? What's your story?"

I wondered how Fresno didn't recognize me from the Games, but right when I started to answer him, Mia sighed behind me.

"Honestly, Fresno, do your stylists know what you're wearing? They showed me the designs for your outfit, and it was absolutely stunning."

Fresno cracked a smile and shrugged. "Nyah. They tried to force me into their gay outfit, but I told em to fuck off, just like always."

Clove laughed. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later, baby girl," Fresno said, pressing his greasy lips to my cheek.

I must have had a pretty horrified look on my face, because everyone laughed.

Clove

"Attention!" President Snow's scratchy voice filled the room as he started his speech. Finally. We'd been backstage forever. He wanted us to make a special appearance or something.

"I hope you're all enjoying the party. I want to introduce to you all of our guests of honor: the victors!" President Snow started calling a bunch of the names of victors who were here. "And last but not least, our 74th Annual Hunger Games victor-victors." He corrected himself with clenched teeth. "Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen!"

There was thundering applause as Bitch 1 and Bitch 2 stepped onto the stage.

"Oh, we're not done, yet! Please welcome the head of our medical department, Dr. Samuel!"

Dr. Samuel took the microphone from President Snow and waved to the crowd. "Hey there. Who is a victor of the Games? Someone who survives, right? Everyone assumes there's only one victor. Or, uh, two," he said, gesturing to Katniss and Peeta. "But every year, there are many victors. Especially the year of Finnick Odair's victory! There were many victors that year."

The audience applauded. They heard this story every year, and they loved it.

Another catchy song came on.

"Please welcome our second place winner….Allie Samuel!" Allie walked out, waving her hand like a queen.

"Allie was stabbed a few inches away from her heart," Dr. Samuel explained. "The hovercraft picked her up, thinking she was dead, and when they figured out that she wasn't, they did surgery-a lot of surgery. And here she is, good as new, working for the Capital as Head of Training for the saved tributes!"

Katniss and Peeta's mouths hung open, but they quickly saw that no one else was surprised and started clapping.

"Next we have our third place winner! Claire, come on out!"

Claire walked out, her curls bouncing. "This is Claire. She's our trainer from District 12. She died…well, almost died two hours before Allie. A wildebeest pretended to befriend her, but then threw her off a cliff."

I snickered.

"Lucky for Claire, there was a force field at the bottom of the cliff. It bounced her right back up and into the hovercraft that was picking up Mia, our next tribute."

Mia bounced out from behind the curtain, blowing kisses to the crowd.

"Mia's neck was slit. Not deep enough for her to die, obviously. But it was deep enough for her to lose a lot of blood. So much that she went into a coma. The hovercraft picked her up, gave her blood, stitched up her neck, and she was fine!"

"Our last tributes from Finnick's year are Izabelle Harvbey and Gabby Venshcawz!"

Izzy and Gabby skipped out with their arms linked, Izzy in a strapless chiffon chocolate brown dress. Her dark brown hair was in a French twist, and tiny pearl-drop earrings hung from her ears. Her dark green heels click-clacked against the stage.

"Gabby and Izabelle died at exactly the same time. A giant tsunami hit, knocking their bodies against a tree. The tsunami left as soon as it hit, killing no other tributes. The hovercraft picked these two up, but they were just unconscious. They were in a coma for about a month."

Gabby and Izabelle took a bow and joined Allie, Claire, Mia, and the other victors at the corner of the stage.

"Last but not least, we want to give a warm welcome to….GLIMMER, CATO, MARVEL, AND CLOVE!"

When we walked out on stage, Katniss and Peeta's mouths REALLY fell open this time. I gave them a little wave and smirked. Glimmer snapped her fingers in a Z formation.

Dr. Samuel explained how Cato, Marvel, and Glimmer died. "And Clove," he continued, trying to hold back a laugh."Clove here died because she got hit in the head with a rock."

The victors exploded in hysterics.

"It's not funny!" I said, slapping Cato.

"Wha-? What did I do?" he cried as I dragged him backstage.

Glimmer followed us, making a she's crazy sign to the audience.

Marvel grabbed the mic. "Clove has left the building!"

…..

Glimmer

After the speech, Cashmere stopped by. She was wearing a long skinny dress made out entirely out of gold sequins. Her blond hair was pin-straight and swung back and forth as she walked.

"Cashmere! I've missed you so much!" I exclaimed, giving my old trainer a hug.

Gloss walked by in a purple and pink tuxedo.

"Oooh, Gloss cleans up good!" I said.

"Oh, don't even try. Gloss is gay."

Clove crosses her arms. "I know," she grumbled.

…..

Clove

Ugh. Why did they have to bring up Gloss? It reminded me of my brother. Cato tipped up my chin with his thumb. "Hey, come dance with me."

"No," I said, shoving him away.

"Clove." Cato grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face him. "I want to fucking dance, right. Fucking. Now."

"Fine," I smiled as he tugged me out to the dance floor.

As we were dancing, Gabby's friend Cullen came up to me and was like, "Alex. What. If!"

"Alex? There's no Alex here!" I cried, kicking him to the ground and putting my foot on his chest.

I crouched down to meet his eyes. "Do not ever talk to me again, you hear?" I growled.

Cullen nodded quickly and sped away. It felt good to be the boss.

Glimmer

"What are you doing here?" Katniss exploded.

"Not just here, why are you alive?" Peeta added.

"We were going to ask you the same question." I replied curtly. "Why don't you just leave? It's obvious no one likes you."

"People love me! I'm their Mockingjay!" Katniss cried, aghast.

Peeta tapped her shoulder. "Babe, come on, it's just a game,"

We all just kinda looked at him. "What? That's a line from that teenage vampire romance movie!" laughed Marvel.

Then we all just kinda looked at Marvel. "What? It's a worldwide phenomenon, how could I not know that?" he said.

"Come on, Marvel. Let's leave. These butts are stinking up the area."

….

Glimmer

"Okay, everyone, we're gonna slow it down a little. Please welcome Katniss Everdeen!"

Katniss walked up to the piano and sat down. She adjusted the microphone and started to sing.

Here it's safe, here it's warm, and here the daisies guard you from-

Katniss abruptly stopped when Clove stormed up to her. Clove pushed her off the piano bench and yelled, "Get over it! SHE'S DEAD!"

Oh, Clove.

Okay! For those of you who were patient enough to make it all the way down here, thank you! And please! Only one person has given me an idea for a tribute! You wouldn't want me to have to stop the story because I don't have enough characters, would you? Anyway, thank you for your continuous reviews, especially LovelyAva and citruszen! And if you were wondering what everybody's dresses looked like, here are the links to look at them. I don't own them! They're just some random dresses I found on the Internet with Unofficially Clove's help!

Glimmer's: .com/media/resized/short-radiant-white-green-cocktail-dress-n2301-f_

Allie's : .

Izabelle's : ./_luwTT6BmfX0/R_reMqE7nZI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Uq_v9hi2KGo/s400/bm+

Mia's (pretend it's black): .

Gabby's : .

I can't remember where I got the rest of them! Review please! Thank you!