My alone time was very limited. I was thankful for it, but wish it had lasted longer. My prep team knocked on my door only twice before coming in. They were talking about how excited they were for a party they could go to again this year. This annoyed me because I don't think they fully realize that the only reason they can attend is because we, the Tribute, are going to die.

There were two males and a female. It was undoubtedly true that the men were related closely. Possibly brothers. They looked very similar in everything except for the hair. One's was straight and a soft lavender color. The other's was wavy, stopping just at his ears on both sides, and a pastel blue color. They wore suits of the opposite's hair color. It made me laugh to see them, but I held it in.

The woman sighed as she looked at me with her piercing aqua eyes that you could tell were contacted. "Looks like we are going to have to take her to the Remake Center after all."

This woman was remarkable as well. She had tattoos going down her arms from the center of her neck. They were the same color as her nails. Hot, hot pink. She wore a bright orange dress that stopped right at her knees. Her shoes were red. He hair was green. Green for Pete's sake! She looked like a rainbow had thrown up on her…

"Capulet, Fortinbras; don't just stand there. The least you could do is introduce yourselves. " The woman barked. I doubt she realized how hypocritical she was being.

The men introduced themselves to me, as instructed. They claimed that they were brothers- a fact I was already aware of- and loved District Six. They said that my stylist, Mariana, was amazing and that I would look like a knock out, stealing all the sponsors, with how she is going to make me look. They began to ramble on and on about outfits until they caught the evil look coming from the third prep team member.

"And my name is Agrippa. I am kinda right underneath Mariana in ranking with this team, so I boss the others around frequently." She admitted. "We must seem awful to you, and we probably are. But for right now, we need you to come down with us and get you re-made so your stylist will have an easier time."

Although she got off on the wrong foot, she is very straight forward. Agrippa seems like someone I would want as an ally- until the point in which she straight up tells me she is going to kill me. That is more of the type of person I would want anyway. After all, everyone knows there can only be one Victor. Any other way and it would be ludicrous…

It would seem like I have lost my train of thought, because before I even realized, I heard a terribly high pitched scream come from Capulet's mouth. I turned my head to see myself laid across a medical cot while I was having my eyebrows plucked, hair being ripped off of my legs, and the twins gawking at my feet. Agrippa was called from my eyebrows to discuss the matter. She pulled out a pair of scissor-looking objects and gave them to Fortinbras, telling him to suck it up and stop being a baby.

What seemed like another long eternity of pain passed before I released to a mirror. I looked at what they had done to myself in the time. I was completely different. I was stripped of my bushy eyebrows, replaced with small ones that came to a point at the ends nearer my ear. My nails had been filed down to a reasonable size, and painted a silver color. My hair had been brushed out and detangled for the first time since the Reaping. Agrippa smiled at the work she apparently credited as her own, then shoved me into another room. I sat on a chair and waited for whoever was coming in next.

I was waiting for around five to ten minutes for the next person to come in. It wasn't my stylist, but an Avox boy bringing me something to drink. I thanked him, and then when he nodded, I realized how desperately I wanted someone to talk to. I pursed my lips and frowned, watching him walk away. Once I heard the door click close, I plummeted down, laying on the floor.

"What is a Tribute doing on this filthy floor?" I heard a woman ask as she tapped her high-heeled foot impatiently. I opened an eye that I didn't know was closed, and saw a deep purple heel, probably 3 and 3 quarters high. I looked up to see the woman dressed in the same purple that colored her heels dress. It stopped at right below the knees. "Well, come on! Get up! We need to get you dressed!"

I stood slowly, not wanting to give myself whiplash, then looked my stylist in her purple colored eyes. She observed me carefully, as if she was mapping out every single detail of my image in her mind. I wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but I held my tongue.

"Ah, such good curves, " She spoke, motioning me to sit back on the couch. "Transportation, right?" She asked.

"As of every year." I replied, slipping up with the sarcasm.

"Hmm... So... Conductors, maybe?" She spoke, apparently talking to herself. "Or, a small, silky outfit with a conductor's hat? Oh yes! I could really bring out your curves like that! And we could make Setth seem like..." She just nodded, not finishing her sentence, and pulled out a device.

"I just sent a message to your partner's stylist... Oh what manners I have!" She claimed, causing me to flinch. "Sorry I forgot to introduce myself! I am Mariana."

"I am District Six Female." I spoke, saying my new Capitol-reference name. "Or before, Elianna."

"Such a pretty name." She spoke as she pulled out a skimpy skirt and a low cut shirt, both black. She also had a hat with our District's symbol on it. "Now let me get you dressed."

I let her dress me, fitting all the clothes just the way she wanted them too. Under the skirt, she put on some fishnet stockings, which was odd because we weren't Four- Fishing district. She nudged me towards a mirror and I immediately blushed, and tried to pull down my way too short skirt.

"Leave it alone. You don't have time to adjust anything, okay?" She pointed at a door. "Go through that, and meet your Mentors."

I nodded, blushing like crazy, thinking to myself "People are going to see me like this!" I walked out the door and shivered at the cold on my exposed skin. I walked slowly to the chariot, keeping my head down. I didn't look back up until I saw three pairs of feet. I looked at my two mentors, and Setth.

As I viewed Setth, I saw that he was wearing really tight pants, no shirt, suspenders, and a matching conductor's hat. Setth also looked at me, staring down at my chest, jaw dropped, making me feel nervous. I shifted my feet, then he looked up at me.

"Uh, wow," He spoke, "You look amazing!"

I thanked him, then turned to our mentors as they gave us last minute instructions.

"Be friendly, to yourselves, as well as the crowd. You want to make them remember you. Make an impression" Express told us, with a very stern voice.

We nodded as Setth climbed into the chariot, then helped me up. Minutes later, we were off, and into the hands of the Capitol.

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