Half of this is in Marigold's POV and half is in Obsidian's, my friend and I had a argument planning this part, I hate it when we disagree. Anyway, here it is.
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We ended up at the biggest tower in the city, th tower made just for the games. We could see all the tributes outside, except for Spikelet, she was already inside, by herself. We head into the building with the other tributes and we go separate ways, we had to meet our stylists, we were going on the chariot ride. I head into a room by myself, I didn't want to be alone, but why would the Capitol give a damn about a fourteen year old Victor's daughter? Three women approached me, one had green skin and brown hair she was supposed to resemble a tree, I think. Another was completely normal, she looked like my mother, Isabel. The final stylist had light pink skin and had flower tattoos all over her arms.
"Hello Marigold! I'm Pine!" The green stylist said, I guessed her name easily. "I'm Avalon!" The pink one shouted. "I'm Izzy!" The normal one chimed in, she must have been inspired by my mother, she looked my age. "You look like my mother." I tell her, she doesn't reply, but blushes. "C'mon! We have a lot of work to do!" Pine claps her hands and leads us to a room with lots of styling equipment. "Sit on the table, take off your dress." "But I don't have anything on under it!" I shout, I was very self conscious about those things. I reluctantly take off my dress, exposing myself to the stylists. They start fixing my hair and soaking me in lotions, I sit there and say nothing, as they gossip about their uneventful, easy lives in the Capitol."Marigold, a little bird told me you kissed Obsidian, is that true?" Pine asks. I started blushing, and I didn't answer. "Well did you?" "Yes I did, now you won't tell anyone will you?" "No! Of course not!" Izzy put her fingers over her lips. "I'm glad I can trust you." I reply.
They handed me a robe, and I put it on, they were finally done. "Warwick will be bringing your dress soon." Pine tells me, she seemed like the leader of the group, well to me she did. They lead me to another room, there was a tall mirror on one of the walls. A man with tan skin, and bright red hair came in. "You must be Marigold, I'm Warwick." He offers his hand, and I shake it. He held a a large white bag, that must be my dress."Take off your robe." I exposed myself to Warwick, despite the fact that I didn't want too. He helped me get into my dress and heels, my eyes were shut, I couldn't see my outfit just yet. "Open your eyes." I looked at myself in the mirror, I wore a strapless blue dress with a model train set attached to it, I found it quite hard to move in my dress, since there was a model train track literally stuck to me, plus the trains were moving. I looked in the mirror, I couldn't believe the girl in the mirror was me, but she was, at least Warwick said so. "Thank you."
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I sit outside with the other tributes and wait for Marigold, I finally see her after what seems like days. She looked beautiful, her dress was blue, like my tuxedo, the color was supposed to match her father's eyes, apparently. We walk around for a while and wait for some of the other tributes, and when everybody arrives we get shoved into a golden chariot. We watched the other chariots move ahead us, and Marigold starts to wave. She was a natural, the citizens loved her, and under her instruction from earlier I waved too. We held hands while we waved, we looked like a couple, a couple of rebels. The chariots finally stopped in front of President Bullen's mansion. "I'm very proud of this year's tributes, especially District 6. Remember there can be only be one winner, happy Hunger Games!" The president went back inside his mansion. "That's just bullcrap!" I shout, I hated that he just dissed Marigold's parents in front of the whole nation, he kind of made sure to say that right in front of Marigold, he must have wanted to anger her. "He just dissed my parents, I think that's very disappointing." "Yeah, I'm sure it is." The chariots move back to the beginning of the trail and they stop,we get out of our chariot and Missy greets us. "You did absolutely wonderful!" She claps her hands, she walks us back to the tower, and takes us to floor 6. "It's been a long day, you guys can go to bed." She walks to the TV and watches a Capitol TV show, I head off to my room, and put on some pajamas, then I fall on the bed, I fall asleep and dream of the chariot ride over and over, and how President Bullens decided to be a total jerkwad. I really had a hatred for the president before, but I hated him even more after that day.