What...is...up internet? So, I just realized that I spelled Kory's name differently in earlier chapter, so just a heads up, it's Kory, not Cory. Not to be confused with Kodiak.

Kodiak Nyquist

I sat there, naked, while a short lady with green hair began applying make-up to my face. I was really uncomfortable, having this woman stare at my bare body. Another was busy combing my hair, saying something like, "I don't see why you insist on wearing that beanie. It really messes up your hair."

I really wanted to push their arms away and say, "Why are you putting on make-up? I'm a guy." But my mentor said to try not to screw things up, so I remained silent. But, with the shrill chatter of my stylists combined with the make-up, I couldn't help but wish I was back on the train.

During the train ride, I got to know my trainer and the girl I was paired with. I can't say I enjoyed my trainer's companionship. He reminded me too much of the greedy tycoons who own the electronics factories back at District 3. I asked him what's our strategy, and he replied, "Don't screw up." It didn't seem like he wanted anything to do with us either.

The girl Selene, on the other hand, I could get along with. She reminded me of all the good traits I remember about Lynn. She was funny, sweet, and had a smile that would melt even the boy from District 4's heart.

Thinking of this, I frowned. I knew I couldn't get too attached to her. How would I bring myself to kill her in the arena? She reminded me too much of my twin sister. In the back of my head, I hoped that someone else would get to her first. Not the best mindset to have before Training has even begun , but I had no choice.

I was so deep in thought, that I hadn't noticed my stylist suiting me up for the Chariot ride. The man who designed my suit was cocky, sarcastic, and rude. Reminded me of all the things I hated about the Capitol. Too bad, because as much as I hated to admit it, the costume was absolutely amazing.

Because I was from District 3, our theme was electronics. The suit was bright yellow, and was covered in reflective jewels to simulate sparks flying off my costume. You wouldn't even image my surprise when I realized that, when activated, electricity would crawl along my suit, and sparks would literally be flying off my fingertips. "It's amazing," I gasped.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Only the best from me," said, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

He escorted me to the Chariot, where Selene was waiting. We were dressed similarly, except she was in a bright golden dress. She smiled and said, "You look good." I returned her smile and said, "Same goes for you." Our mentor came up to us and said, "Don't screw up you two. Need you to look good." Yeah, look good now, and die a horrible, bloody death later. Good tip.

As we waited on the chariot, I took a glance at the other tributes. Eleven was cloaked in grape vines and strawberries. Twelve looked absolutely ridiculous in their coal mining outfits. In the corner were the Career tributes from 1, 2, 4, and the male from 5. Most of them were brutes, looking eager to kill. But one was hanging back, not talking as much as the others. It was the girl from District 4, the one with red hair. She looked absolutely dazzling with her seashell dress. But despite that, I only saw the District 4 girl standing over Lynn, ready to kill.

I shuddered, and looked over at Selene. She had the same emerald eyes as Kat. I thought back to my family at home, and I hoped they were holding up okay. I wondered if my friends were keeping their promise to help my family. And I thought of my Dad and Lynn.

Our chariot began moving, and without thinking, I placed my hand on Selene's shoulder. I whispered to her, "Do you mind if we stick together in the arena?" She glanced up and said, "Yeah, sure."

The crowds' cheers got louder and louder. I instinctively placed my hands on my head, and realized I didn't have my signature beanie on. Light flooded my eyes, and, quite literally, the sparks began to fly.

They were going wild from our suits. The jewels shone brightly and electricity sparked across my suit. I looked over at Selene and saw she was equally as dazzling. The crowd called our names, and it was like we were superstars making a long awaited comeback.

But underneath my smiling and waving, I could only think about how I need to tell my family I'm alright. So I slipped up my sleeve, revealing Lynn's bracelet underneath. I held it up to the cameras, and they zoomed in on my wrist. Satisfied, I rolled my sleeve down and continued to shoot sparks into the air.

Selene and I, the District of lightning, were quite literally electrifying the crowd.

Marquette Tetra

I didn't know how long I could last in that train. I had to share a dinner car with a woman always complaining about her earrings, a mentor who smelled like whale, and a brute who sucked up food like a giant vacuum. I'm usually not one to lose it easily, but I'm sure I was about to blow it back there. The only thing that helped me ignore them was the thought of Kory cheering me on back home. I thought of his last words to me, "I'm rooting for you," and a feeling of warmth immediately flushed through my veins.

My mentor handed me over to my prep team, who, surprisingly, were not all that bad. Sure they shared the same ridiculous hair that every Capitol resident shared, but they weren't nearly as loud and chatty. But I can't say I was delighted when they began to wax my legs and pluck my eyebrows. They were still very nice however, saying, "Your hair is so beautiful," or, "Whoever did your nails must be an artist." And when I said I did all those stuff, they began to complement me even more.

Finally, it time to be fitted into my costume. My stylist was extremely kind, and his dress was remarkable. It was a slender, blue dress dotted with colorful seashells. I said, "This dress is beautiful," he just blushed and said quietly, "It's nothing, Marquette. You'll look great out there." And with that, I was released to my chariot.

I walked over to where my teammate, Gordon, was talking to the other Careers. I couldn't help but think of how much they reminded me of my father; cruel, uncaring, and not afraid to hurt others. Inside, I wanted more than ever to prove my father that he was wrong about doubting me, and I could prove that by killing these people the moment we step in the arena. But, unfortunately, I was a Career too. So I had no choice but I stay with them, at least for a little bit.

I looked around the Chariot room at the other tributes. None really caught my eye at first. It was as if most of the stylists had been designing their outfits blind. I saw tree outfits, doctor's coats, cow suits, and others that were so bad it was hilarious. Even District 1, who always looked dazzling from year to year, seemed to have lost some of their luster. It made me glad I had a competent stylist.

Then I looked at District 3. They were clad in bright yellow clothes with reflective jewels scattered over them. I was like electricity was shooting right off them. I looked at the girl, who was no more than twelve, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She was so young and small, she didn't deserve this.

Then I looked at the guy. Back at the Reapings, I remember seeing his shirt buttoned wrong and his beanie was crooked. I didn't really take him seriously back then, but now, I realized he looked great. Handsome even. I shook my head. No Marquette, I thought. This is definitely not the time for this. But every time I looked at him, I couldn't help but notice how dazzling he looked.

So I turned my head back to my "teammates" who were busy talking about their favorite weapon or something weird like that. Pretty soon, the chariots began shipping out. I was relieved.

Before us, District 3's chariot rolled out, and I saw sparks jump off of their uniforms. I couldn't help but think how dazzling they were. How great the boy looked. No, what was I thinking? That boy would be my enemy in a few days! But yet…

Suddenly our chariot jerked forward, and I lost my balance. I grabbed Gordon's shoulder, but he looked like me like I was a squashed bug on his suit. We had matching clothes, except his sleeves were torn off to show his rippling muscles. I didn't want to be associated with this brute, but for now, we were a pair.

I gazed at the other Careers who were a few chariots in front of us. I realized that, compared to their hulking frames, I was the odd one out. But it didn't matter how big they were. I will not stop at anything to win. To prove my dad wrong. To see Kory's blue eyes once again. These Careers were stupid and slow, and I knew I could defeat them.

But there was one thing I was worried about. Something that could prove to be either my biggest strength, or my greatest downfall. I was in love with the boy from District 3.

Not the best time to fall for someone Marquette... Anyways, hope you guys like it, and please REVIEW! All reviews are really appreciated!

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