A/N: Uch, I'm so bad with POVs. I promised myself that the POVs in this chapter would be the districts that didn't have POVs in the train rides, but...

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Star Fire (17) POV

District 4 female

"Your hair is gorgeous!"

"Look at those eyes!"

"Your skin is perfect!"

In other words, my prep team is the most obnoxious group of people to ever walk the planet. Normally, I'd be okay with the attention, but I don't want to be anything the Capitol considers beautiful. Just because I'm a volunteer from a Career district doesn't mean that I want these people looking at me like a piece of meat. Don't get me wrong, I love the city, but the people annoy the hell out of me.

"Hi, I'm Star," I say, sarcastically. Because apparently, gawking at my face is more important than learning my name.

"My name is Venus," says a woman with bright pink hair, orange eyes and green skin.

"Caligula," says a girl around my age. She has purple hair, red eyes and blue skin.

"I'm Bastion," says a man with white hair, purple skin and yellow eyes.

"We're going to be doing your hair, nails and makeup," Caligula says. "Then, Brilliance will dress you."

I take it Brilliance is my stylist, so I lean back in the chair they've seated me in and try to block out the sounds of hair being yanked form my body. I tap my foot to pass the time, but Bastion yells at me to "Stop fidgeting" because I'm "Interrupting the process." Whatever. Just make me pretty then leave. I just want to get into the games.

Finally, they're done altering me, and they have me stand in front of a mirror. They spray-tanned me, so obviously my skin is darker, but it makes my eyes look bigger. My hair is soft and shiny and my makeup is... there. My eyes are done in various shades of blue and green, which compliments my green eyes nicely, and I have black eyeliner and mascara. They worked hard to get the berry juice off of my lips, and now my lips are a pale peachy pink. My face is sculpted out so my cheekbones look high and my nose and chin are thinner.

In other words, I look nothing like myself.

Venus uses a phone to call my stylist, and she comes in a moment later. She shoes the prep team away, and holds out a dress bag from behind her back.

"They didn't style your hair," she says, tossing the costume onto a love seat. She goes behind my chair, and begins to style my hair. She brings it all to the left side of my body and begins a loose fishtail braid. She leaves some pieces out and curls those. She rummages around some drawers until she comes across some pins, and puts shimmering starfish, seahorses and green tinsel in my hair.

She hands me the dress bag, and I pull out my costume and my eyes widen in delight.

"I get to wear this?" I ask in disbelief.

Michael Gilson (13) POV

District 6 male

"I have to wear this?" I ask in disbelief. My stylist wants me to dress up as- wait for it- a train conductor. Like that hasn't been done before. He hands me a blue and gray striped jumpsuit with a matching little cap, red suspenders and work boots. I can only hope that Elizabeth looks better. It would be a shame to cover up any unnecessary part of her.

I grudgingly pull the costume on and stare my stylist in the face. "What part of you thought this was a good idea?" I ask.

"District 6 manufactures trains!" he exclaims, adjusting the cap on my head.

"And?" I ask.

"And you're a train conductor! Think if the symbolism!"

"The only thing this symbolizes is that I look like a four year old."

Boreas leads me out into the hallways where I meet up with Elizabeth. She does look better than me, but I have no idea what she has to do with transportation. She's wearing a silver leotard, a shimmering black tutu, black fishnets and black heels. Her hair has been curled, and her eyes are heavy on the black makeup. But she looks hot.

"She's a wheel!" her stylist says, obviously excited. Elizabeth and I share a look, then leave for the parade without them.

"This is ridiculous," she monotones.

"It could be worse," I say, hopefully.

"How so?" She asks, skeptically.

"Well... we could be naked and covered in oil," I say. "They have no problem covering the District 12 tributes in coal dust."

"Yeah," she laughs. "I guess you're right.

Jasmin Kentwell (17) POV

District 2 female

I'm not usually one to get overly excited about clothes and makeup, but Mason and I look really good, even for District 2. Our stylists wanted to do something different after the 17th consecutive gladiators from District 2, and it's working. I'm wearing a black tank top, ripped black jeans, a black leather jacket and black sneakers. I'm also wearing a bright orange backpack with some rope hanging off of it, and a black belt. I'm holding a spear in one hand, a sword in the other and there's a mace and a water bottle hanging from my belt. My hair is pulled out of my face is a high bun. They put temporary extensions in so that it would all go up. My eyes are done heavily with gray and gunmetal colors, and my lips are baby pink.

Mason is in the bottom half of a Peacekeeper's uniform, complete with boots. His hair is mussed and spiky, and it suits him. They smeared some makeup on him so it looks like he has a faint black eye, and they didn't cover his scar. He's holding a plastic white gun, that actually looks pretty authentic. Together, I represent a tribute, and he's a Peacekeeper.

Our stylists walk us down to the parade, and we get there early. I go over to where the tributes from 1 and 4 are standing, and Mason goes to check out the competition. The girls from 1 and 4 are skimpily dressed, as is the boy from 4. The girl from 1, Sapphirina, I think, is in a short, tight, jeweled dress and matching heels, and her district partner is in a matching suit. An actual suit. Shirt, pants, jacket and shoes. The boy from 4 isn't wearing anything but tan shorts, and he's holding a trident. He's obviously shirtless, and it's showing off the fact that he has actual real abs. Sapphirina seems to have taken notice, as she's standing incredibly close to him and hanging on his every word. Star, his district partner is in a teal bikini with a white cover-up, and she's holding a fishing pole. She's barefoot as well.

"Jasmin," I introduce myself.

"Ambrose."

"Star."

"Tim."

"Sapphirina."

"Where's your district partner?" Ambrose asks.

"Checking out the competition," I say. I see him talking to the little girl from District 8.

"That's a little strange," Sapphirina points out.

A/N: So yes, this is part 1 of 2. The actual chariot rides will be the next chapter, which I have written down, but not typed, so that should be up by Thursday.

Questions!

1) If you had to pick an OTP for this story, would it be Ralix/Amina, Jasper/Lileth, Sapphirina/Tim, Ivy/Leon, or something different?

2) How'd you like the interaction between the tributes from 6?

3) Is Breaking the Remix really the only one that figured out that Will Dye will die?

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