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Tirzah de Lune sat in her room thinking about nothing, when the boy tribute from her district came in. She had seen him around, who could miss him? He was the town's bigshot.

"Hi," He said. "Brine Dario, and you are?"

"Tirzah de Lune." She said, not trusting him.

"Well, Tirzah, wanna tell me who got you pregnant and why the fuck would you wanna be out there waddling around in the arena?"

"None of your business, and none of your business, Bry Bry." She replied letting my temper go.

"Don't call me that." He replied angrily, "And we're from the same district we're supposed to help each other. I can keep you alive out there, I've been trained. Except for all those weaknesses pregnancy leaves you with. Those you got to take care of on your own."

"No thanks, I think I'll be able to handle myself just fine." She said making it clear that I didn't need nor want his help.

"Fine, whatever. My offer stands though. That is, it stands for now."

"Well, to be honest I don't trust you. What's your big secret, huh? You've always had a shady side and before I form an alliance with you I wanna know what it is."

"You know what? Nevermind. You figure this out on your own." He said before leaving the room. She was amused to see his ears turning a dark shade of red as he took his dramatic exit.

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Tallis and Celene sat in comfortable chairs in the front of the train. They were watching the video's from past Games, both slightly terrified that they would be in a similar situation in a few weeks. They sat in silence, waiting for their mentor to make an appearance, but as the time went on, it seemed less and less likely that he would be gracing them with his presence.

"So," Tallis started awkwardly, "It looks like our mentor won't be showing up anytime soon."

"Yeah...this really sucks doesn't it? I'm not really a killer and I don't want to become one."

"Me either. The thought of killing someone...is unthinkable. My father is always preaching to me what's right and wrong and murder is definitely wrong." He said with a weak smile.

"Yeah. And now they expect us to kill the other kids? Kids. Did you see the other reapings? These are real people. With real families and real feelings. I can't look to the cameras and smile, happy to be alive at the cost of another's life."

"I know what you mean...But I'm real too, and I have a real family. I can't just...die. But I can't just kill someone either. How am I supposed to do this?"

"Well, it looks like I got some pansies this year! Expect to be dead on the second day. It's a kill-to-live world and you two are not going to survive." He said smugly. "Haven't had a winner in District Five for a few years now, what new-fangled ideas are they teaching you kids?"

"Well, you see, they don't typically teach kids how to murder innocent children for others entertainment, so why don't you wipe that smug smirk off your Goddamn face and give us some tips on surviving until day three?"

"Ha! Look at the pacifist now! Okay, but I'm going to show you how to kill too, and if you don't use it that's not my problem."

"Well, is there anyway to kill a person without much pain?"

"Well nightlock really helps with that."

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Velyndra Finn was sitting in her room getting more and more nervous by the second when four people busted into the room. One person had pink hair, another had lime skin, another looked like a plant, and the last was a very stylish lady clad in a dark pink dress and shockingly black hair.

"Hello honey, we're your styling team." The lady said. "We're going to have to shave you...everywhere. But then you'll get the outfit of a lifetime...that is until interview night."

Velyndra was pulled into the bathroom and went through the most awkward and painful half hour of her life. When she got out, a very bright outfit was laid out. It was stylish, but not Velyndra's style. She wore it without complaint so that she would not hurt her stylist's feelings. Once she put it on it fit like a glove.

Across the hall, Baro got out of the shower and saw the outfit laid out for him. "You have to be shitting me. Come on. You expect me to wear that?" Baro exclaimed.

"You'll put it on or I'll have it put on you." A woman stepped out from his closet. Baro shook his head, opened the door and shoved her out. He was going to get sick of her very quickly.

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Nana Stood nervously in her chariot looking out at the cheering crowd. She was completely uncomfortable in the overall dress she was currently wearing, she was more used to pants and t-shirt. She looked at her companion smiling next to her. He looked great in the outfit they had given him and he was smiling and waving confidently. Looks like he had a plan. Lucky bastard. She had no clue how she was going to do this. She didn't know how to kill anyone. And what if she was left with that 13 year old? She couldn't kill a child. A 17 or 18 year old maybe. But 13? At 13 you're still practically a baby. But the chances of her being in the bottom with the kid were so slim. How was a thirteen year old going to outlast all of the older tributes? She could win, she thought, all she had to do was kill a couple of the older tributes. And that's a small price to pay for her own life. The only thing to do was win. And maybe she would have to use her confidence to charm the crowd...not too hard, right?

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Xander Mufflow looked down at the outfit in disgust. Is this what they think of District Three? That they were all robots? He was happy his face was covered though. He was able to size up the competition. He looked like he had a pretty good chance, if he was able to pull some daggers out of the Cornucopia. He was excited to have a chance. He wanted to get back to his sister so badly, and bring victory to his family. He looked at his fellow District Three tribute. She was a career like him. At least he didn't have to kill her. She was a strong contender for the games. But no one was going to underestimate her the way she looked. To say the least...she didn't look like a girl. The stylists had done their best even gave a wig. It didn't really help though. He was rambling...but the ceremony was mind numbingly started to think of all the ways that he could get to the top. And he was ready. .

A/N: Thanks much for reading, as always reviews would be much appreciated. Link in the profile to see all the outfits from the chariot rides.