Onwards, to chapter 4! *raises sword and leads the Knights of Fanfiction* XD Bahaha! XD Okay, well, I present to you chapter 4, I don't own the hunger games, blahblahblah, THAT IS MAHOGANY.

I nearly let out a shriek. I have been getting hairs ripped off of me for 3 hours. Painful business. The woman that is carrying out this obnoxious torture is called Audrey. A surprisingly normal name for a not-so-surprisingly abnormal woman. She seems to be in her mid 20s, with a bright shock of pink hair that curls around her heart-shaped face. Her unnaturally black eyes bore into mine when I wince.

"Aaand… there. You're done!" I had been scrubbed for the past 3 hours, getting hairs ripped off and such, and now I finally get to meet Theon. I hope he isn't insane, as all of our other stylists have been in the past. From the sound of it they had gotten new stylists for everyone this year. I stand up, wrap myself in a thick, soft robe, and sit down on one of the elegant chairs to wait.

When Theon walks in, I am truly shocked. He is a very white boy who looks like he's 18. Dark blonde, wavy hair is tucked behind his flat ears. He smiles at me with bright white teeth. His face has dark red whirling tattoos on it that gives him an appearance of bleeding. Very, very odd. But somehow comforting.

Maybe this won't be so bad.

Theon clasps my hand, and looks at me. "I take it you're Cassia?" He says in a soft but kind tone. I nod. "I know nothing I say can help the situation, but sorry this happened to you." He says in the same voice. I nod once more. "Yeah, I'm sorry too."

"So, let's get down to business. Now that I've seen you personally, I feel as though the dress I've prepared for you is going to be great." Is he complimenting me or himself? I'm not sure, but he sounds genuinely happy with how I look so I'll just roll with whatever he does.

He leaves for a moment, and comes back with a black bag. "Close your eyes." I can practically hear the smile in his voice. Sliding the dress over my head, he zips up the back and orders me to open my eyes. And I obey.

I cry out in surprise and happiness. The dress, it's beautiful. Gorgeous. It's a black dress that is tight from the chest to my waist, gradually becoming looser as it falls. A pin shaped as a lightning bolt similar to the one sleeve starts a part mid-thigh in the cascading skirt. The dress becomes blue as it flows, eventually stopping at an electric blue. I slip on some black, glittering heels and Theon shapes my hair into an intricate mix of braids and arcs of hair, all leading up into a neat French braid bun.

"Walk," urges Theon. I do, and when I move I give off an appearance of a rainstorm, sending sheets of 'rain' down. "But why rain?" I ask. District 5 represents electricity, not water. "I'm about to show you." Theon grins. "You see that part in the dress?" He hands me a piece of cloth similar to a long sock. I put it on. "Electricity, power – whatever you like to call it, relates directly to lightning, which gives off the appearance of power, right? Move around again." I start to walk across the room. "Well, this sock will cover the leg, giving it a look of lightning." I glance in the mirror and nearly gasp.

My whole right leg looks like it's covered in a glowing streak of lightning. It shines and glitters, making it seem like a powerful bolt. "I think…" I start to say. Theon looks at me anxiously, awaiting my opinion. "That this is the best dress District 5 has ever had in the history of the Games." He smiles, and I'm glad to know I've made him happy. A loud dinging noise is heard. "Oh no! Hurry, go to the chariots or you'll be late!" I start running and tripping over the heels, and make it to the chariot just in time. Climbing up into the wretched contraption, I look at Marcellus. He's finely clothed in a suit that starts out black and fades into blue, just like mine. I grit my teeth. And the chariot starts to move.

The crowd roars with approval at the sight of us. I can hear names being screamed from all over. I catch my name more than once. Marcellus gives a quirky grin and waves at the crowd, sending them into even more of a frenzy.

We finally finish with the chariot ride, and went through the motions. Hours later, I come back to the house, and collapse into bed.