PART TWO:

The capitol

Stylists and Parade

Ruben Marks, 18, D1

We were finally in the capitol. I love it here, so vast, bright and magnificent, even better then district 1, which is widely known as the richest of all districts.

Makenna and myself got split up. I met my Stylist who introduced himself as Tyrone.

"Congratulations Mr. Marks, Representing district one much be a great honor for you", he said slowly breaking into a smile.

"The biggest of all sir", I replied.

"Please call me Tyrone, I don't really like anything else".

"Of course, Tyrone", I replied.

He studied me. I am guessing you have met your prep team. "What do you think of them", he asked.

"They are very eccentric and excitable", I laughed.

Tyrone nodded with a smile. "well they get to help out a very honorable district you cannot blame them can you".

I shrugged. Of course not. They are helping the winner of this year games get ready after all.

So, Tyrone, if I had it my way each individual tribute would be dressed to suit them personally, unfortunately our new president snow has ordered that for here forth the tributes should be dressed in a light that represents there districts. In doing so it is only wise that you be suited in somewhat similar to your district partner".

I sneered. "You mean you want me to look like Makenna", I moaned.

Tyrone raised his eyebrow. "You do not get on with your partner", he asked.

"She's no career", I stated.

Tyrone looked surprised but didn't pry no further.

"Well it's only for the time being, just because you are dressed alike for the parade, doesn't mean I don't make you mine during the interview stages, I am sure there is nothing to worry about. I have been working with Makenna's stylist, and we are going to laminate the diamonds".

He pulled out a suit that had diamonds embedded all over, which caught the light and sparkled everywhere.

It was pretty disgusting, but once I got it in, I could understand why it would be eye catching.

"Yes", Tyrone beamed. "This will defiantly get the crowds looking at you".

I just looked into the mirror rather unhappy.

"Whatever, lets just get this over and done with".

I was finally placed next to Makenna in the chariot and lined up. She wore a silky low cut dress, with sandles, and I have to say this outfit worked a lot better for her then it did me.

I could see scars going all up her arms, I didn't pry into why, but I saw it as an opportunity to find her weak, if she already has scars, just so much easier to open them up once more in the arena.

Having said that I knew that nobody else would be able to see these scars. For her arms and face has been polished a slight bronze, most likely for this purpose.

It was that moment that Tyrone come running up to me.

"Marmalade just told me what she had to do with Makenna as a pre-cautionary, quickly, I have to get the bronzer out, we have 5 minutes".

He quickly sprayed my face and arms and I was back next to Makenna who looked slightly embarrass.

"Sorry about the face paint, trust me it was not my idea", she said to me.

I looked at her and sneered, she really is ruining my experience in the games already.

Our chariot pulled away and the crowd instantly cheered at us. It was magnificent.

People were throwing roses at us, and I waved and really enjoyed myself.

I could see Makenna had tensed up a lot, unlike me, but she waved all the same.

I caught a rose and blew a kiss the young women who threw it too me, making her faint. I smiled to myself. These capitol chicks are way to easy.

Athena Rizark, 16, D2

I was manhandled by the prep-team who felt it was more then okay to strip me full off my body hair, pluck at my eyebrows and tug at every park of my body.

It is easy to say I am not in any way pleased with the way I have been treated.

"I think she is ready for Landolf now", said one of them to the other, who nodded and exited the room.

"You took longer then I expected. I have always been a prep for district 1, but got moved this year. I didn't expect you to be quite as hairy, I thought most careers had natural beauty".

I was about to make a rude remark back when I remembered where I was. I know they are nobody of importance, but if they are from the capitol all the same, and I guess they could do some damage to my reputation if needed.

The other prep assistance arrived back, showing a man, who I must say had the strangest face I have ever seen in my life, as if though he had mutated it to make him look like a kitten, walked in.

"Hello Rizark. I am Landolf", he greeted pleasantly.

I tried hard not to laugh at the ridiculousness of his face. "Nice to meet you", I said hiding my laugh with a cough.

"As you are from district two, we are going to dress you up like mountaineers, and some rock cutters in your hand. You will be armored up nicely".

I blinked at him.

"You're joking right", I sneered.

He didn't crack a smile.

"Landolf never jokes".

I will be back momentarily with your outfit.

I got dressed into the hideous clothes, and looked in the mirror. Our mentors told us we had to make an impression and then get told I have to wear this.

Before getting on the chariot, I see Jason, he is wearing matching garment and he looked equally stupid.

"Can you believe what we are wearing?" he spat at me.

I wiped the spit from my face and gave him a dirty look.

"No I can't", I admitted. "Oh my god, look at District 1, they look luxurous, we look like a joke next to them".

Ruben seems to have seen us and laughed, but then we saw him get bronzed, and that made myself and Jason fall into hysterics together.

"Well at least we're not getting painted", I said, with Jason agreeing.

I saw our mentors standing in a group, who I could only guess were other mentors from other districts. Coombes gave us a pained expression, but then shrugged his shoulders.

Our chariots soon started to move, District 1 obviously beating us when it comes to attention, though I did get plenty of waves. I tried to be nice by blowing kisses and trying to show the capitol boys some attention, but I don't think it really seemed to work.

I know I will really have to prove whom I am when it comes to the training score and interview. I will win over these people.

Lee Roberts, 13, D3

My mother warned me I would be pulled around like a rag doll by a prep-team and a stylist when I arrived at the capitol, but told me that my stylist I will come to like, as he has favored the district 3 since before she was on it, even though we have a poor victory base.

They yanked at my hair, and made comments about my weight. I frowned; they are awfully rude, specially as I am a victors child. I am practically royalty, and I should be seen that way.

At one point they even started laughing at me.

It wasn't long til my stylist turned up.

He glared at my prep team, and they instantly stopped laughing.

"You do know this is Kaylee's son don't you. The only victor for district 3. I think you should show your friend some respect and be nice to her only son and tribute in these years games", he snapped at them both.

They both hang their heads and made there way to the exit.

"I am very sorry, for the behavior of my assistants, I assure you, I will talk with them. My name is Bryon. I am your stylists, and I will do everything in my power to make you look fantastic out there. Being a victor's son will have its advantages, I can assure you and I will make sure you look fantastic for them. Normally I would congratulate the tributes for being here, but knowing Kaylee more personally then most, I can only feel sympathy, I am sorry this has happened to you". He says, putting his hand on my shoulder.

I smile. It is the first sense of warmth I have felt since leaving my district that wasn't from my mother, but even then her eyes are just full of sadness and fear.

I get put in my outfit, it's once large body suit, with loads of circuits going threw it.

I don't really understand what my stylist was going to pull off, but he told me he had a trick up his sleeve and that I am to trust him. I am not really sure what that means, trusting a capitol man, but something about his voice made me believe it.

I was soon brought back to my district partner, she was wearing something very similar, only tighter, so it showed every aspect of her body.

"Wow", I gasped when I saw her making her blush.

"Her stylist was brushing her hair and she smiled "I know what I am doing don't I", she said proudly.

I nodded. "You look better then I do anyways".

My stylist come up, "Me and Hermione here have been working together to make you both stand out, like most of the other stylists. We are going to LIGHT YOU UP", he said loudly.

"When you start moving in the chariots, I will press a button, and lights will start flashing around your body, making the capitol notice and love you", Hermione explained excited as if though it is the best idea ever.

Maddie gave me a harassed looked, and I shrugged.

"well I guess it would be better then getting boo'd", I said.

Truth was I was absolutely terrified. I knew maddie would be stronger then me.

I got up in the chariot and I cold feel my legs wobbling underneath me. I have to give all I can not to fall out of the chariot.

"Are you okay", Maddie asked eyeballing me.

"Yes of course I am".

I heard some voices behind me quite rough and rude.

"Oi you in front", she growled.

I turned round and saw another girl, no older then myself I wouldn't have thought.

"You look like your going to faint", she laughed.

"Does the ickle baby need his victor mummy to save him", she laughed at me.

Maddie seemed shocked.

"Forget about her", she said tugging me back to look at the front.

Our chariots started to move and our lights were glowing all different colours.

We seemed to get a louder cheer then District 2 in front of us, which is a very surprising thing. People were really into us this year.

People seemed to know my name already for they were shouting my name LEE LEE LEE over and over again.

I was about to faint when Maddie grabbed my wrist to warn me from it, to tell me to be stronger.

The cameras picked it up immediately, and on the big board in front of us was a close up of her clutching my wrist.

What could this mean? What are the capitol making of that.

Max Greene, 17, D4

I still cannot see why my dad didn't want me here as a tribute. This place is really awesome. I just wish my girlfriend was here with me to see how great this place is.

I wonder when I win if the capitol would let me bring her with me. I cannot see why not.

My prep team all seemed happy to see me.

"Your very skinny", one of them commented. "but if you come out of the arena, we can give you surgery and give you a fantastic figure, you have the structure for it".

I laughed. "Thanks".

They soon introduced me to my stylist who was called Lavender and to go with the name, had bright purple hair that trailed down to bum.

"Ah . What a pleasure it is to be of your aquatance being a victors son and all", she said purring at me.

I blushed.

"I am sure Mr. Roberts from 3 will be off interest to you, being the other tribute with living victors", she said soothingly.

I smiled. "I don't think he will be of much, but I will certainly keep a watch for him".

"Yes I am sure….Now, get undressed".

I laughed loudly.

"Don't you think that is a bit, forward sweetheart", I said cheekily.

Lavender raise her eyebrow.

"I have no interest in any sexual activity with tribute boys Mr. Greene. You are nothing like you're father I must say. I am surprise he is not your mentor".

I felt embarrest after being put in my face. "No, my father doesn't really support me being here. Besides it wasn't his turn to mentor".

Again lavender raised her eyebrow, only it was her other one, but said nothing.

I stood there naked in front of her, and she pulled out two large leaves and pinned them together.

"Done", she said.

My eyes bulged. "What"? I questioned.

She smiled showing all of her teeth.

"You may meet your district partner at the chariots, and left the room.

I don't know what this madness is, but I'm not even wearing underwear. How can this be.

I slowly make my way out and could feel everyone looking at me there was a couple of sniggered aimed at my direction.

I found Kailani next to the chariot. She was wearing leaves as well, but hers covered her whole body.

She looked at me and burst out laughing.

"Oh my god", she said. You can barely cover up your watsit, she said pointing down there.

I scowered. I feel humiliated.

The chariots soon pulled away though and the cheers seemed to pull in.

Apparently the citizens of the capitol liked my naked body. Nice to know I guess.

Rhian Webb, 12, D5

Two very strange looking people took me in. They stripped me down and started shaving me in every place imaginable. They played and tugged with my hair, and after they were done I felt violated and ached all over.

I started to cry, in which one of them looked very sorry for the pain they knew they were putting me in.

"Miss Webb, please don't cry", one of them said "I know you don't like this, but once it's done you will feel so healthy and upbeat that really it is all just totally worth it".

I wiped away the tear. I doubt it. I just wanted Billy back with me.

Soon enough the stylist turned up. I expected him to be quite unusual like the pre team, but apart from some drawings on his body and a few body piercing he looked quite sane.

"welcome to the capitol", he said.

He looked me up and down. "It's always a shame when a 12 year old girl gets chosen".

I felt myself blushing. "and why is that", I asked shyly

"It's always hard to know how to dress them", he replied shrugging his shoulders.

I felt myself get angry, he might look normal, but he still has the narrow mind of a capitol citizen.

I was going to go for the sexy look this year, had it all planned out in my head, and then you get chosen for tribute and I knew it would be an absolute disaster. My district stylist and myself have been up all night trying to think of something new and clever. Needless to say we found it hard, but we have decided to dress you both up like mad scientist. . I think the comic relation will work well enough with the capitol".

I felt myself go hot red. "sorry but I don't really know what a mad scientist looks like".

He laughed at me. "Don't worry little girl, you just let me sort you out".

Within a hour I was looking in the mirror at myself, and again I started to cry. My stylist handed me a tissue but offered no words of comfort.

I met back with billy and found we were matching. Exactly the same. We might have well have been twins. Our hair was the same dull grey colour, made to look like an afro, the same glasses askrew on our faces and the same long white buttoned up wrong coat. I knew we were not going to be favorites.

"Hey it could be worse", billy said soothingly into my ear.

"How?",

"We could be naked".

I looked at him confused, and he pointed over to the guy in front of us who was wearing just two leafs. And I smiled. That was the first smile since I had arrived here. I hugged up to billy.

We were on our chariots and going. People were whispering about us, but nobody seemed excited, not like they had been for the other tributes. It seems our stylists had made a horrible mistake this year. And from the sounds of what my one said to me, it was all my fault.

Feline Marissa Sass, 14, D6

"Girl, you are stunning", beamed one of my prep team while he was checking me over.

"I really cannot fault you", another gasps running their filthy capitol hands over my body.

"It's so nice to have a district girl in such good shape", the other agreed.

I huffed but they didn't take no notice of me.

They didn't seem to do a lot to be honest, but praise me on being good-looking, which to be honest, I really do not see.

"Well well well, what do we have here", spoke an unfamiliar voice in the door way.

"I am Madam Rose… You may call me nothing else", she greeted herself.

"You're very beautiful. But I am sure you already have been told that. I will enjoy dressing you. The president prefers that we dress our tributes to reflect their district. You district is transportation. So I say blah to that rule".

I was dressed in a gorgeous sliky gown, see through, but had a white bra on underneath so no one could see any clevage.

I also work some nice leggin's that moulded into my leg nicely showing off the muscle I have, which could help me in getting noticed.

She pulled my hair back, and put it up into a bun, and applied brief eye make up, to make my eyes 'pop'.

When I met back with Mark I noticed he was dressed completely opposite to me. We are the only tributes that this has happened too. I wonder what the president will make of this.

Personally I think that Mark and me are dressed most casually. Him in a male cardigan of his own, and I nice pair of trousers.

When our chariot pulled away, Mark and I linked arms. I wanted the capitol to know that me and Mark are going to be a team in the games. This seemed to go down well, and we got a lot of cheers. I managed to catch a rose, to wish I put behind my ear.

"We did great", Mark whispered in my ear.