This may not be exactly right (about the days they are there etc.) but I don't have my Hunger Games book with me.

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Before our mentors handed us off to our stylists, Finnick warned "No matter what they put you in, or how painful they experience may be. Do. Not. Complain."

Before we could say anything they led us into separate rooms. I stood there for a few moments until the door busted open to reveal the scariest people I have ever seen. One woman, instead of eyebrows, she had a line of diamonds. She also had the biggest eyes I have ever seen. The man (or at least, I think he was a man) had two different colored eyes (purple and yellow) and long white hair that fell to his waist. The other woman had tattoos everywhere, all of them were things from the ocean back in 4. Like dolphins, fishes and sharks. They all seemed to move around her body.

"Hello!" she-man shrieked enclosing me with a hug, his white hair tickled my face. I tried to blow it away. Finally he broke off "Hello Annika!"

"Uh… It's Annie." I corrected.

"Ah whatever." He waved it off. "Anyways we are your prep team!"

Oh really? I thought they were pet's.

"This is Aqua!" He gestured to the one with the fish tattoos, "Peko!" Diamond eyebrows. "And me! Jacey!" He smiled. I'm guessing it was supposed to me happy. But it looked evil. "Let's make you beautiful!"

"Take off your clothing." Aqua ordered.

I looked around to make sure she was talking to me "W-what?"

"Your clothing. Take it off."

With shaky fingers, I managed to disrobed myself and my prep team got to work.

"OH, you tributes are so hairy!" she exclaimed while pulling out something from a cart. After distributing the sticky solution evenly onto my arms and legs, she brought out some sort of papery thing and placed it on my leg. By the time I realized what she was doing it was too late.

RIP!

I gasped and grabbed the edge of the table I was sitting on, somehow I managed not to scream. I think if I did scream, they would laugh. I bit my lip hard while they did my other leg. Peko gave me a sympathetic look, and then started to work on my hair. She attempted to try to untangle my hair while being gentle. Each painful tug she'd whisper sorry. My prep team gushed, fussed, waxed, untangled, brushed and bathed every inch of my body.

Peko's nimble fingers worked softly into my hair, putting in something that smelled like oranges, and I almost dozed off. I tried to stay awake by listening to Aqua's and Jacey's silly conversations. They were talking about which shade of purple they should get there skin. Apparently purple was very in.

"I know! Maybe we could talk to Brigum and see if we could do that to Annie!" Jacey suggested.

Before I could protest a voice came at the door. "I don't think she'd like that very much."

I tried to turn around, but I already knew who the voice was. Finnick. When I finally got to turn around another man was standing there. He had fluffy bright orange hair, very light eyes, and he was short and plump. For some reason he reminded me of my grandfather. That must be my stylist Brigum.

"Hello." The man came down "I'm your stylist, Brigum." He sat down on one of the chairs. "Okay. Let's see what your prep team did to you."

When I looked confused he said "Take off your robe."

I looked over at the door. Finnick was still standing there "Uh…"

"OH!" Brigum hopped of his chair and waddled over to my mentor "Scoot your pretty boot! The girl doesn't want you to see her bits and pieces!"

I blushed, and Finnick gave a final amused look and wave, and left the room.

Finally I disrobed again.

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A few hours went by, and they were just pulling on my outfit for the chariot rides. I almost bit my nails nervously, but Jacey smacked my hand. "No! Do you know how difficult it was to fill your nails!"

"Sorry." I muttered.

It was pretty obvious what I was going to be. A mermaid. Lots of times District 4 were mermaids, to the Capitol it was the perfect outfit. Sparkly, Pretty and provocative.

But still, I smiled when I saw the silvery purple tail. It reminded me of my childhood; when I was a child I would spend hours on the beach, picking seashells and trying to find mere-people. Each day I would come back with an armful of seashells and starfishes. Sunburnt and smelling of low-tide and sweat. Those were my favourite childhood memories.

I snapped out of it when they clipped on a dark seashell bra. My cheeks reddened and you could see it through the makeup they expertly put on. "D-do I have to wear this?"

Brigum whipped around and gave me a death glare "What?" His voice shook. "You don't like it?"

"Yes I do!" I said quickly, "But… I don't feel comfortable wearing-" I cut off though, remembering what Finnick said No matter what they put you in, or how painful they experience may be. Do. Not. Complain. I smiled and shook my head "Never mind. It's perfect."

They lead me to the mirror, my skin looked clear and glowing. My prep team did a good job of covering my freckles. My eyebrows were high and dramatic, and my eyelashes looked longer, they brushed my cheeks whenever I blinked. They kept my hair wavy, they called it 'beach waves', which made me confused. Why would they call it that? People's hair in the beaches of District 4 was wild and crazy, and usually smelled like sea salt or low tide.

Surprisingly I could walk around in my tail. They also managed to cover my scar I got on my hip from falling on the rocky cliffs. My fingers brushed over where it was, I could still feel the rougher skin.

"Don't worry." Aqua said. "If you win, they'll get rid of that horrible scar."

I frowned, just the way she said it made me mad. Like she didn't have faith that I wouldn't win. Lots of people won, and they looked hopeless. Like Johanna Mason. She acted small and weak. Could I do that? Probably not. I was a horrible liar, and Johanna cried during her reapings, something I wouldn't have been able to do.

"Now let's find you some shoes."

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Finnick Odair.

The prep team and stylists did a fantastic job with Maxem, and I have not seen Annie's outfit yet. Hopefully it well is not provocative like his. He was wearing some sort of armour, and it looked like it was made out of fish scales, they glittered whenever he moved. His hair was spiked up, and glitter was placed in his hair. Not very manly. But the Capitol seemed love sparkles. We were walking down the hallways, meeting up with Annie and her prep team and stylist.

"You nervous?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Good. You should be. Because everyone will be watching. So you know… don't mess up."

"That makes me feel better."

"Ohh, Finnick don't make him even more nervous." Mags said.

I slapped him on the back and laughed, he did the same. It felt good… to laugh. Especially at the Capitol. I knew as soon as I was finished the night, I would have to go to a party and find sponsors. I could always get sponsors. But sometimes it would take a little more 'effort'.

When we reached the door of Annie's room, her stylist Brigum was standing at the door beaming. "Now presenting Anna Cresta! The girl tribute from District 4!" He yelled. I almost rolled my eyes, Brigum was very dramatic.

I could hear a voice come out from behind the door "Uhh actually its Annie… and you really don't need to do this-"

"Oh hush hush!" He dismissed it with the wave of his hand "Now come out darling!"

After hearing a long sigh she appeared. Dressed like a mermaid. A very revealing mermaid. Annie's face was bright red, and her hands were crossed around her chest and stomach. But that wasn't working for her very well. Now I could definitely see the sponsors. Very creepy sponsors.

She appeared to me arguing with one of her prep team members. I'm pretty sure her name was Aqua or something.

"But it's my District token. Don't I have some sort of right to wear it?" Annie was holding onto a tattered piece of robe. Well holding was one word. Holding on for dear life seemed like a better word.

"You're making it!" Aqua snapped. "It's not even done."

"I'll finish it soon! I just haven't had enough time."

Aqua held out her hand "Then let me hold on to it-"

"No! You'll throw it away or something!" Annie shook her head.

"NO I WON'T-"

"Are you guys done your little cat fight?" I interrupted. Aqua was breathing heavily, while Annie didn't seem fazed by the fight at all. "I'll hold on to it Annie."

She seemed shocked by the idea "I swear on the sea." In District 4 that's how we sometimes swore. The sea was very important, it provided food, water, and jobs. It was the most important thing in District 4. So fishermen took it very seriously.

Annie nodded slowly and handed me the rope "Do not lose it."

"I won't."

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After guiding them to the stables, and telling them to smile, wave, and act pretty, I walked with arms linked with Mags, walking over to where the victors sit. "You know Mags, you walk any slower we'll already have a winner from these games."

Mags rolled her eyes and seemed to walk slower. Thankfully, we made it before the chariots started. Mags went and sat with some of the elderly victors, while I sat beside Johanna.

"How do your tributes look?" I asked while sitting down on one of the chairs.

"Trees." She rolled her eyes "Of freakin' course." She turned her body towards me "What about you?"

"Well… has some weird fish armour, and the other is a mermaid."

"Ah…" Johanna said while taking off her dangerously high and pointy heels, then placed her lean legs on my lap. Her black dress hiked up very high, but that was nothing I haven't seen before. "Do you think yours have a chance?"

Maxem did. He was strong, good-looking, and eager to follow. The Capitol love people like that. But Annie, I noticed she always spoke her mind, I still didn't know if she was good at anything. So I shrugged "I think so. You?"

Johanna shrugged "The girl is a bloodbath, but boy knows a thing or two about axes."

I hoped he didn't use it on my tributes. But before I could say anything the Capitol anthem started.