Nudge POV

This is AWESOME! Aside from the part where we have to go and fight each other to death, but it's nothing that I haven't done to erasers, how could it be any different with people. I'm getting all this make-up put on me soon, and I look like a model out of a magazine! I mean the part where Octavia ripped off all of my leg hair and stuff hurt, but now I'm like, totally hot! Cinna is really nice and understands my need for, like, fashion! Right now he's getting some clothes that are specially made for me. Like, for my fashion needs! He said they are extra special and I will SHINE! I wonder if there's sparkles on it? Cinna is actually pretty cute! Did I mention Cinna is SUPER nice?

"Nudge, I'm back." Cinna said.

I leaped to feet, my AMAZINGLY soft robe flopping off one shoulder. "Can I see it?" I asked, my voice full of excitment.

He held up and pink dress, that was sort of like a roman goddess-like. There were gold sandals to match the theme. "Lets put it on." He said simply. I slipped off my robe, leaving me just in my underwear. Cinna slipped it over my head. I feel like a princess! The dress has two holes in the back so that my wings poke through.

"Oh Cinna! I feel so pretty. Thank you! And you even remembered my wings! OMG!" I squealed.

He smiled. "Now Nudge, you need to spin."

I spun in a circle and my dress flew out all around me. Sorta like I was flying! Cinna clapped and pulled me into a hug.

Hermione POV

"So, Hermione, how do like the Capitol?" Cinna asked me in his calming voice.

I sighed. "It was nice until Katniss told us about why we are actually here."

"I know it's hard. But Hermione, you're a witch! And from what I've heard, a pretty good one. You have nothing to worry about."

"Thanks Cinna. I'm just worried about Ron and Harry." I said, trying not to blush from Cinna's compliments.

Cinna took my hands. "Harry beat Lord Voldemort how many times? Who came up with the idea to get rid of Riddle's diary?" How did he know about that? That also reminded me of something that happend a few minutes after that...

"Are you ready to see your dress?" Cinna said, breaking into my thoughts.

I eagerly shifted in my seat. "Yes please!"

"Ok, I will be back in a moment." He quietly slipped out the door, leaving my to enjoy my last few bites of French pudding.

I heard the door open, and turned to see Cinna holding a very familar dress. My Yule Ball dress!

"Cinna! where did you get this?" I asked, admiring the prettiest dress in the world (and matching shoes!)

"I had replicated. Of course if you don't like it..."

I had to stop myself from jumping for joy. "No! I absolutly love this dress!"

"Well then put it on!" He said. I eagerly pulled off my robe and stepped into my dress.

Cinna zipped the back, and turned me around. "You look fabulous! I bet Ron will love it." He said with a wink.

Tally POV

I sat sipping a Bloody Mary. My Special senses weren't picking up on any threats. Oh, other than the threat where I have to go into a arena to get brutally murdered for the entertainment of some rich sickos. I've been set on overdrive since Zane's death.

"Tally," Came a voice behind me, "I have your dress." I turned to see Cinna. The dress-oh the dress. I almost felt like a Pretty again when I looked at it. No, that wasn't a bad thing. My dress was short, with black lace that was the same pattern as my flash tatoos. Under the lace was glimmering gray fabric. The shoes were like combat boots, except they were heels. Very Special.

Cinna held it up so the light could catch it. "Cinna! That is so pretty-making! Not like Bubble-Heads, but you know." Why must I revert to Pretty-talk?

"I know, Tally. I felt like this dress would compliment you the second I designed it. It's edgy, like you." He said.

"Can I put it on?" I asked, barely daring to believe that this dress is mine.

Cinna raised his eyebrows. "I bet you want to." He said, slipping the dress off it's hanger. I walked over, pulling off my robe. I wasn't very embarrassed, because I've been seen by so many people when I was completly naked. I slipped into the dress, it fitting me perfectly. Cinna took my hand and spun me around. "You look...Special." He said, making me blush.

Annabeth POV

I pulled my phone out of the pocket of my robe. I had been texting Percy all morning, despite Octavia's and Venia's attempts to take it away. I needed his comfort, especially since we were about to fight to the death. I could lose him. And I've been way to close to that for comfort. Cinna stepped inside of my 'dressing room'. Actually, it was a large room with plush couches and carpet, a huge bay window, a private bathroom, and every food I could ever dream of.

"Annabeth, Percy will be fine. Put away your phone so you can get dressed." He said. I did a double take. My dress was a light gray, the exact same shade as my eyes. It was strapless, with a green ribbon at the waist. Above the ribbon was satin, and below it was tulle. Flats the same color as the ribbon completed my dress. Yep, this was MY DRESS!

I gasped and managed to get out, "Oh Gods."

Cinna smiled lightly. "I'm assuming you like it?" He said.

"Are you kidding? I love it!" I said. Cinna walked over and handed me the dress. I pulled off my (again) plush robe. I took my dress and stepped into it. Cinna zipped up the back.

"I think your mother would be proud." Cinna whispered in my ear as I looked into the mirror. He's right, she would be proud. "Thank you Cinna." And internally, I love you, Mom.

Angel POV

I can tell Cinna is nice guy. He doesn't think I'm wierd. He doesn't even think my flock is wierd! And I love him for that. I'm scared for the Flock. We've been in situations like this before, but the bad guys were robots, or just really stupid. The thing is, I can tell Cinna isn't too in too the whole 'Hunger Games' thing. Cinna said he actually designed a dress for me. I think it's white, and innocent. Perfect for me.

"Angel," Cinna said from the door. I knew he was coming when he got off the elevator.

I smiled my 'Angel' smile. "Hey Cinna! What's behind your back?" I said.

"Angel, I know you can read minds. And it's your dress!" Cinna said with a knowing smile. He took it out from behind his back, and I must say, I was pleasantly suprised. It had thick speghetti staps, and went to about my knees. Of course, it was white. The fabric was patterened with small flowers. There was a small silver belt that went around my waist. The back was cut out for my wings, so it looked backless. A pair of small heels matched perfectly.

"Now it's my turn to read your mind," Cinna said with a smile, "You like the dress, and your reaction was...pleasantly suprised."

How did he know that? "Cinna? Are you by any chance...genetically enhanced?" I asked.

Cinna just laughed. "No, Angel. I'm perfectly normal. I just knew from your expression."

Okay...Well, I still love the dress. Cinna came over and sat next to me on the large couch. I took the dress from his hands and admired it. Without thinking, I started to put it on. I looked up at Cinna, he nodded. I finished putting on my dress, and stood so that Cinna could admire me.

"Well, you may be youngest person here, but you still look adorable." He said. I beamed.

"Thanks Cinna," I said rather inoccently.

"You're welcome, my little bird kid."

Max POV

I hate this. I felt like this was a trap, even when Angel reassured me it was safe. I'm not fooled by all the fancy foods and furniture, or servants at every turn. Letting my flock go out in all directions to their own dressing rooms was like torture. I can let them go! They are my family, my best friends, and one is my soulmate (Fang...) Some of the other kids looked like they didn't believe it, but I trust Katniss. Just then Cinna came in. He was holding a dress. Who is that for?

"I have your dress, Max." He said.

"T-that's for m-me?" I stuttered. I was usually strong, with a tough attitude all the time. What is happening to me?

Cinna chuckled slightly. "Yes! I designed it."

"Wow! You are an amazing designer!" I squealed. My dress was one shouldered, with the part the went over my shoulder made out of lace, and the body made out of some silky fabric. It was a light brown, short, and backless. The shoes were a pair of High-Tops, much like mine, except they were clean and probably weren't a hand-me-down from Iggy. Trust me, it looks better than I described it. Not too girly I guess. At least there where no sparkles.

"I tried not to make it too girly." Cinna said. How did he know? Can he read my mind? Is he like Angel?

He came over and sat next to me. "No, I'm not like Angel. It was all your facial expression." He said. "How about you put on your dress?"

I sighed and took it. I pulled off my robe and draped it on the arm of the couch. After fiddling with my dress cluelessly for a few minutes, Cinna came over to help.

"Here, you out your arm through there, and then your other arm over here..."

I giggled slightly. "Sorry Cinna. I haven't had much practice with dresses."

"It's okay Max. You're still amazing, even if all you usually wear is a ratty sweatshirt and jeans." He consoled me. Finally, my dress was on. I must say, I looked pretty good.

You look beautiful in that dress, Max. Why thank you, Voice.

Shay POV

This Katniss girl. Knowing from my past experiences, I shouldn't believe her. I bet she's just freaking us out so she'll get an advantange. And that pisses me off. And you NEVER piss off a Special! My grip on my water bottle was tight enough to make my knuckles turn white. I hate Katniss with a burning passion. Why does she get to lie, and still have smokin' boyfriend?

"Shay, Katniss isn't lying." Cinna said from the opposite end of the couch.

I took a rough breath. "Now she's got you in on it too?"

Cinna shook his head sadly. "You don't understand. She's not lying."

"Yes she is! I can tell that she's just an anger-making teenager, with a boyfriend that she doesn't deserve." I spat.

"Shay, I'm done with this nonsense. I'm going to leave your dress here, and I'll be back later." He said, clearly dissapointed in my actions.

He layed a dress bag (A/N: I was up until 5 AM this morning because of Hurricane Irene, so please bear with me if I don't know the name of some objects) across my lap and left the room. The second I heard the door close, I ripped it open. My dress was a simple black, short cutout dress. Wordlessly, I took the dress from its bag and slipped it on. It fit me perfectly, one cutout above my left hip, and the other at the bottom of my right ribcage. At the bottom of the bag I found aa pair of black satin heels and a note. It read":

Shay- Please be cautious of what you say and do towards your competetors. You are strong, and you should give them a reason to be your ally, not enemy.

Cinna

I threw the note aside. I don't need allies, they just slow me down. I learned that with Tally. There's no reason for me to be cautious, because no one tells Shay what to do.

Katniss POV

"Shay doesn't beleive you, Katniss." Cinna said softly.

No. This can't be happening. But this is Cinna telling me, so he's not the one lying. "Cinna, why doesn't she beleive me?"

Cinna sighed and looked into my eyes. "I don't know. She's jealous of you, I think. She said you didn't deserve Peeta."

That is it. She is going down. "Oh really, I don't see her having a boyfriend!" I snorted.

"Katniss, let's not get too upset. Just enjoy you're time here, with me." He said, his calm voice making my blood stop boiling.

I sighed. "Yeah Cinna. Thanks."

"Now it's time for your dress."

I did my heavily practiced ritual of taking off my robe, and standing stark naked, slightly embarrassed. I closed my eyes out of habit, and Cinna slipped my dress over my head. It wasn't quite as heavy as all of my previous dresses, but still feels like at least ten pounds. I stepped into what felt like a pair of sandals. Thank goodness they're not Effie's training heels!

"Now open your eyes." Cinna whispered into my ear. I opened them, to see myself wearing a cream colored dress. It was short in the front, then full length in the back. There were flaming feathers woven into the back, giving the illusion that I was a red-hot peacock.

"Cinna! You never fail the Wow factor!" I said with a laugh.

He stepped back to admire me. "What do you do whenever you put on a dress?" He asked with a knowing smile.

"Spin." And I did. For a moment, the pure happiness of twirling in one of Cinna's magnifecent dresses drove out the fact that the odds where yet again, not in my favor.

Thank you for reading my unbearingly long chapter! School starts for me tomarrow, so I might not update as fast as usual (Which believe me, is not fast) Hey, if any of you guys are into My Babysitter's a Vampire, check out my stories in that category. Anyway, if you guys felt the earthquake on the East Coast, or experience Hurricane Irene, God Bless. Be sure to reveiw and check back for my next chapter. See ya!