I'm no not going too include a bunch of POVs of the trains entering the capitol so I'm picking up at the prep for the opening ceremonies

Gossan Kissite's POV-D11

Our neon escort, Lanatho Frel, walked us into separate rooms where we would meet our stylists and prep teams. Oh yay, I get to be poked and prodded like a lab rat by unintelligent bimbos, hor-ray.

Lanatho told tragically horrible jokes the whole time; I walked as fast as I could without sprinting. When we reached the rooms, Flora almost ran into hers and I walked quickly into mine. I sat in a chair and 3 people, who seemed to have a savanna theme, came in.

They told me their names and explained a little about what they were doing but, I didn't want to hear it. The man had golden hair that looked almost-fake all around his head and his face looked a little weird, he was a lion. The women were a rhino and a giraffe. I nicked named them L, G, and R.

Kameron Hunt's POV-D9

A woman with a squeaky voice and painfully-long finger nails was massaging some thick black oil into my hair. I wanted to tell the woman to stop but knew it was no use. Instead, my mind drifted back to Tamia and our baby. I couldn't help but wonder if it was a girl or a boy; I didn't care either way, I just wanted to know.

The black stuff started foaming and some got in my eye.

"Dame!" I exclaimed, my hand flew to my eye making it worse. A plump woman from across the room sprayed me with a hose-faucet from the tub.

I dropped my head in frustration as squeaky started putting the oil in my hair again.

Juniper Berrymore's POV-D7

I had only been assigned 2 women to prep me and they both seemed to be in double drive. I tried to speak to them a few times and was given a reply like, "Yes, yes dearie." Or "Mmhm that's nice." I even got that when I was asking a question.

I was forced into a tub of slippery orange goup, and was yelled at repeatedly for slipping around. I tried explaining that it wasn't my fault but they just yelled out in frustration. They began pouring hot wax onto my legs, putting cloth strips onto it and gripping the end. Before I could ask what they were doing they were ripping it off. I screamed and tears sprang too my eyes. I was worried I would start bleeding.

A few tears ran down my face during the hours it took them to wax every part of my body except my head. I thought they were done but then they put wax under my eye brows and ripped them off. I didn't want to look like a mutated capitol person! I grabbed a mirror, to my relief; my eyebrows weren't gone simply thinned out.

Bryce Benson's POV-D8

I had been waxed and creamed and washed but I drew the line at moisturizing my feet. My feet! I was standing in a corner of my room with a hose and 3 disgruntled capitol prep team members trying to figure out how to moisturize me.

"I don't want you to! Leave me alone! You people could seriously use it!" 2 of the annoyances ran to the mirror and I smirked. They huddled together and pointed to the wall clock; after a bit of disagreement, they left. I laughed and sat on the couch awaiting my insane stylist's arrival.

Katerina Thorne-D12

The man that walked in was only 4 feet tall and could only be described as a blob of orange.

"Hello Katerina." His voice was so funny, it sounded like he swallowed a cat. I gave a cautious wave. "Take off that silly robe." I didn't really want to take off my only garment in front of a capitol citizen, but I knew I had no choice; this man was my key too sponsors.

"So, um, what am I wearing tonight?" I was scared he would try and do something insane to me.

"I have decided to dress you and Cameron in complimentary costumes." I was a bit relieved I didn't want to look like an out-cast. "You will both be dressed as coal miners." I felt my face fall; I was hoping for a bit of originality. He walked over to a black, metal locker and handed me a bag of clothes. He walked out, probably to go talk to Cameron.

I poured the bag on the ground and found undergarments that I found fit me quite snugly. I searched for baggy miner clothes and found a tube top that came to the bottom of my ribs and what I think were called booty shorts. All the cloths were black and were very revealing. I put on 3in. heeled black boots that came to mid-calve. I wanted to grab my robe but knew there was no point especially since I had cloths now. I couldn't help but think, Cameron in a tube top and booty shorts, the thought made me laugh out loud.

Rayne Westinghouse's POV-D10

I was in a dark blue, satin, floor-length dress with small heels. Blaise was in a simple tuxedo. Our stylist, Nesito Abved, said he wanted to go with a "classy" look. He dropped us off at the elevator and told us to go to floor S.

I figured out when we got there that S stood for stable. There were 12 chariots, each with 4 horses. Our chariot had smallish brown horses. Guards were positioned practically everywhere. I was stroking one of our horses when I heard the trumpets and the doors began opening. The first 3 chariots were lined up at the door.

District 1's tributes were wearing silver and sparkle; they looked like they were covered in magic.

District 2, the girl was in a black, gothic style dress with a corset and purple accents; the boy was in a tuxedo to match the purple in her dress, he looked quite annoyed about it too.

District 3; the silent girl was wearing a dress with a frilly skirt and small light bulbs all over it. The boy was in a matching sweater except with a diamond pattern of lights. As the tributes went out I could hear the cheers and screaming.

The next set was lined up; District 4, the girl had a blue crown woven into her black hair, and a cute blue dress with fish and bubbles all over it, the boy was in a blue tuxedo with the same pattern as her dress with a crown like the girl's.

District 5; the boy was in an odd dressy red shirt and long red pants, the whole outfit had patches of sequins on it. The girl was in a sparkly red dress with black high heels.

District 6; the girl was in a short sleeveless dress, I saw her switch it on and it began too change colors, bubbles started coming from her headdress; she looked like a bubbling test tube. The boy was in a similar outfit, except his was a shirt and shorts, both looked stunning. The cheers grew louder for 4 and 6.

The group before us lined up at the door. District 7; the girl was in a brown dress with a leafy headdress and the boy was in a brown leotard with a cape of leaves. They were both 12; I couldn't help but feel bad for them.

District 8; the girl was in a beautiful pink cocktail dress with her hair up in a bun, the boy was in a black suit with a pink tie. They looked very nice side by side.

District 9; the boy was in a camouflage suit, made for the woods, with a sheath of arrows on his back and a bow in his hand. I suddenly wondered if a similar weapon would end my life at his hand. The girl was in a similar outfit except she was in a camouflage gown. We were up next, Blaise and I stepped into the chariot, I took a quick look behind me.

The District 11 tributes; the boy was in a farmers suit with a pitchfork, the girl was in a dark green, strapless gown that spilled off the chariot and was covered with perfumed flowers of every color I could think of; she looked gorgeous.

Our chariot lurched into motion and we approached the door.

The District 12 boy was wearing black shorts that came to his knees, they girl's outfit was just too revealing, they both had miners' helmets on.

The doors opened and I put a huge smile on my face. Some of the outfits in the audience were more colorful and bright than many in the chariots. I caught sight of a television; there were clearly favorites. I was a bit upset by this; we should all get the same amount of time. We definitely weren't extravagant like district 6 or 3. I really needed the sponsors. I tried to keep my smile but it grew harder after I realized we were one of the lesser chariots, plus my face started to cramp.

After a few circles around the square, all of the chariots pulled up in front of the president's mansion. President Snow stood on his balcony and gave his speech. I tried too listen but kept focusing in on the crowd. I wanted so badly for them to help me win.

When his speech was over we circled once more before heading down a side street and into the Training Center. This is where we would stay until the games.

Thanks for reading-

There is an SYOT I recently put 2 tributes and a mentor into. The story is called the New Generation, by Steady Silence. This story is in need of a ton of tributes. It is the 150th hunger games. The quell is the same as the 50th; twice the amount of tributes. I really want these games too get started so if your interested please submit a tribute or mentor. Here's the link- www(dot) fanfiction /s/6679058/1/ (take out the spaces)

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