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Tala POV:

"Excellent."

"Wonderful."

"Perfect."

"Finally."

These were the immediate responses of my prep team.

"Twirl," one demanded. I instantly obeyed but couldn't stop staring at her unnaturally white skin and blood red hair.

"Yes. We can work with this one. Maybe we won't even have to do that much," a different prep team member said.

"'This one' has a name and it's Tala," I snapped. My nerves were definitely getting to me but I can't blame that entirely for my attitude. These people made my skin crawl.

"And she's feisty. Yes this will work very well. I was getting sick of all the barbaric, cave men looking woman they kept sending over." The red haired girl piped up. That's when I started feeling really uncomfortable. How can anyone talk about the deceased that way?

"But we were rude weren't we? I'm Tasia, this is Keren," A girl with blue hair and long green finger nails said lightly, pointing to a girl with ashen skin and a weird gold tattoo on her face.

"I'm Leo," the sole man in the group said in an extremely feminine tone. He had hair that could first be perceived as black but when you looked harder you could see that it was navy blue. He had tan skin and flawless teeth.

"And I'm Flava," The red haired girl stated blandly. I now noticed that her nails matched her hair. "We could just oil her up to make her look wet and send her naked," Flava suggested.

"Hm…I don't know. Take off your clothes," Leo said thoughtfully.

"Hm…no," I said tartly. Four pairs of shocked eyes looked up at me and under the circumstances I knew I had no choice but to do what they said.

"Finnick told us she'd be trouble," Flava said knowingly. I smiled brightly at this statement for a moment, until I realized that this was far from a compliment. I looked back and forth for a second before finally stripping down. The cold air nipped at my skin and I pulled my arms around my chest.

"Now I am completely and utterly devoted to the nude idea," Leo said intensely. I was still positive I would not attract him unless I had a penis but I was nearly over come with the need to throw a towel over myself and give my prep team the finger.

"Yes I'm becoming quite fond of that idea as well," Tasia said thoughtfully.

"No," I snapped.

"Maybe you didn't get the memo. You'll wear what tell you," Flava began.

"And like it," Leo finished.

"Wait. We can't make her go naked! Remember what Finnick said? We have to tease the audience, make them want to see more but not give them the whole thing." It was Keren that came to my rescue but I guess the one I really needed to thank is Finnick.

"I suppose…" Leo seemed terminally depressed that his idea had been shut down.

"That won't keep us from oiling her up." My eyes shot to Flava and I gave her a scowl.

"I wasn't under the impression you got to decide what we did with our tributes," a new voice chimed in. I turned cautiously towards the source of the noise. "Hi I'm Kadence Meticarn. I'm your assigned designer." The woman before me was the most normal looking person I'd see in the Capitol thus far. She had short, blonde hair that was placed in a sassy-pixie like cut, semi-slanted purple eyes, and skin so pale it appeared translucent.

"Tala Kisler," I proclaimed, trying to appear confident. I was excruciatingly aware that I was naked but I made no move to try and cover myself. I guess I should get used to showing my body while others observed.

"Nice to meet you Tala, very nice to meet you I fact. I'm happy to see you're even more beautiful in person. I know just the outfit for you." She sounded decent enough.

"I'm sorry Kadence it's just…look at her! This could be the one time sending a contestant out their nude could generate a positive response." Flava's words came out in a rush and sort of flowed together.

"What did I just say? Finnick said no. Do your job and get her ready," Kadence snapped. The way she said Finnick's name made me think he'd wooed her once upon a time but her anger at being undermined by her staff quickly replaced the affectionate tone in her voice. Her lavender eyes flashed with anger before she turned and exited the room. Flava shrunk away from her harsh tone and sent a brisk nod in that direction. I couldn't help but smile, and grow to like my designer.

"Get her ready to be waxed," Flava said. Her voice held a sort of phony happiness.

"Sit down," Leo demanded, shoving me into a hard black chair and forcing my right leg up in the air.

"Can I put my clothes back on?" I all but shrieked in exasperation.

"No. Sorry sweetie," Keren meekly voiced.

"But it's just—Dear GOD! What the fuck?" I gasped. Flava looked up at me from where she sat near my leg. She was holding up a piece of paper.

"Sorry did that hurt?" That. Bitch.

Rianne POV:

"Ow." She ripped off another wax paper, ripping the hairout of my toned legs. We had been at this for hours. I now felt like a hairless rodent. I felt naked, but I was in a sense, vulnerable was the same as naked in my mind. Johanna had told me not to complain and though I'm not the type to close her mouth to spare your feelings, I figured if this team was deciding how I would look for the rest of my time before the Games it would be imperative for me to be nice.

I was surrounded be by three artificial looking people who were without a doubt Capitol bred. Two girls, and one guy. The girls were both toothpick sized and quite short. One had dark red hair that resembled rubies with cat green eyes. The other had orange hair that made her look like her hair was on fire. The male had shiny blue hair that reminded me of his eyes. I really wanted to meet him, there was a longing that was pulling me to Peeta and it wasn't my hormones. I had been pondering this as I was violated by my prep team for the last hour and a half. I had listened to their mindless chatter for a little while but eventually it became too much.

"Well now you don't look so rugged and dirty. Hell you almost look like a girl!" The red haired girl spoke up.

"Too bad we didn't get District 4. That prep team won't have to do anything " she added as an afterthought. I chose to ignore this.

"Thanks," I grimaced. With a final flourish of her hand she left, ushering in what I assumed to be my designer.

The newcomer smiled at me weakly. I guess I wasn't pretty enough for her. Damn District 4 for making us all look like toads comparably.

"You're much better than some of the former tributes and Johanna seems to like you. Too bad I'll have to turn you into a tree" Ah the infamous tree costume. Every year both tributes of District 7 dress as stupid trees.

"A tree. Really?" she laughed at my facial expression.

"Yep, a tree. Sorry Kiddo." I felt my lips twitch in annoyance as the pet name escaped her lips. 'Kiddo'. Yeah I was the kid who was about to mercilessly kill off the children of strangers. Yep, what a childhood. This tree thing was bull, how was I supposed to get him to notice me in a tree outfit?

Tala POV:

I looked back into the eyes of the glistening sea Goddess before me. She had large blue sea shells doing a splotchy job of covering her breasts, a completely exposed stomach with stick on jewels encircling her belly button and, a diamond encrusted "tail." I skeptically raised my hand and watched the foreign beauty do the same. I couldn't stop staring at myself in the full length mirror that was placed in front of me. I cautiously moved me shimmering white legs and loved how the entire skirt thing moved as well making it look that much more like a fin. I then proceeded to move my hips back and forth admiring the way my clothing moved. I noticed cadence lookingat me but I didn't mind.

My raised hand glided over the dark gray gills that had been put on the side of my face and I made the quick decision to ignore its gel like texture. My eyes were highlighted a brilliant silver and black eyeliner made the contrast that much more magnificent. My hair was down but doused in some sort of Capitol-made chemical that made it look dripping wet. Maybe this was the same concoction they had slathered on every inch of my body with. It was odd because even though it looked like I had just dipped into the ocean I felt totally dry.

"Ready?" Kadence asked from behind the mirror. As if I had a choice.

"Yes," I nodded, adjusting my seashell top as it tried to tear into my sensitive flesh. I took one fleeting glance at my nails. They were painted a color so impossibly blue it couldn't help but remind you of the ocean, which must have been what my prep team had wanted.

"Come on then," Kadence insisted. I began to move away and follow her our of the room, forcefully pushing away the thought that ran through my mind-- 'I wonder what the sexy tribute from District 11 will be wearing…'

"Whao," Channing said almost involuntarily as I approached.

"You too," I giggled. They had put a giant white beard that resembled tentacles on him and a fin that looked like mine except it was blue. His chest was oiled just as I was.

"I'm Poseidon!" he proclaimed defensively.

"Sure," I agreed as Kadence came by to help me onto the chariot.

"Now Tala I want you to put your legs over Channing's—Yes just like that—he is all powerful over you ok? Over you, over all. That's his angle. You're just his play thing/" Kadence babbled. When I opened my mouth to object she raised a finger to sop me.

"Just for the first part. When you're about halfway around the circle I want you to literally stand up in your chariot and shake your hips just like you did earlier. You know when you were looking at yourself in the mirror? This will give the illusion you are swimming and, yes, make the audience freak out." I suddenly hated my outfit with a burning passion and as the doors opened to emit our chariot I could do nothing but nod.

Districts 1, 2, and 3 obviously had not created much of an impression because the audience exceptionally quite considering the incredible pure mass of people. However, when they caught sight of us a not so dull roar filled my ears. I waved to a young boy in the front row and he grinned joyously. My smile became less forced when roses began to pour forward. I tried to avoid being pricked only to notice that the flowers had been removed of thorns. As I plucked one off the chariot floor Channing reached towards me and then grabbed my ass. I felt his disgusting hand basking in the moment and heard the crowd double in volume. My cheeks burned with humiliation and I let my eyes dart around, absorbing our position. I decided we were close enough to halfway for me.

I scrambled to my feet making it seen as I jerked out of Channing's grasp and gave him a look of outrage. Turning from him with an air of superiority I raised my hands above my head, interlaced them, and began to shake my hips. I knew my 'fin' was moving as if a wave was washing through me but I suspected that all the boys in the now completely deafening audience weren't looking at my clothes. 'Please God don't let my tits pop out of this damnable seashell bikini top.' I thought as my already rapidly moving hips picked up the speed.

I knew that I was outshining the other tributes right now, and Channing was forgotten. When I felt comfortable enough to raise my eyes I saw the Capitol audience on their feet, eyes wide. Their attention seemed split between me and the tributes from District 12. Meaning the girls were looking at them and the guys were looking at me. I couldn't blame the woman the tributes looked amazing. They were on fire. Literally.

My hips continued to dance in the same provocative fashion my eyes found the huge screen above once again. And then there he was. He was on a chariot that had been covered with vines—as was he. Thresh had a sculpted body with russet skin that shown in the light. It looked like he had an artificial sweat dripping off his abs. He wore a scowl and though quite a few of the girls seemed to be enjoying his chariot he wore an expression that clearly stated he hated this, all of it. The fans screaming, the Capitol, and the Games.

I knew I was gawking; I was even tempted to swipe a hand across my face to make sure I wasn't drooling. Saying he was the most attractive man I'd ever seen was an understatement. His designer had made him Adam in the Garden of Eden. The only perfect man God had created. Boy had that stylist hit the nail on the head. I felt bad for the girl from his District. She looked a hundred times smaller next to him. I was glad that her designer had let her cover up more than Thresh and I's had.

The screen cut to a different pair of tributes and I had to bite my lip and turn around so the crowd wouldn't see my laughter. My hips were still swaying but my shoulders were shaking from my uncontainable giggles. District 7. Enough said. I felt bad for the two that were dressed as trees. Even though the boy looked pleasantly oblivious to how idiotic they looked the girl, Rianne I think, looked like she'd look nothing better than strangling her designer. The last thing I saw was her tight form as the doors closed behind me.