Dan POV

The train pulls into the station in the Capitol. I never want to get off this train. The food here is amazing. I have my own Avox to bring me anything I want. It even has a gaming room. I've played my fair share of games but compared to these ones, the graphics are so shit. These games looked so realistic!

I'm pushed out of the train into the station. Photographers take picture upon picture of me. One yells at me, telling me to smile. I pull my best derp face and walk away, Peacekeepers surrounding me. The fashions in this city are mental. I swear I saw someone with purple skin. Apparently the trip to the Training Facility is long and boring so I pull out my camera, "Hello Internet!"

BriBry POV

The head trainer finally lets us leave and I run as fast as my long legs will carry me out the door, I underestimate the height of the door frame and whack my forehead against it. I curse under my breath and duck under it. The room has one long table in the middle of it. I fail to notice the decorations as the whole table is covered in plates of food. I sit down at the middle of the table and pile my plate with food. I take a bite out of the roast swan and grin. It's delicious! The other tributes sit down and pick at the food on the table. I swear I even hear one complain about it.

Dean POV

It should be illegal to have to leave such a comfy bed at such an ungodly hour. Bang on nine o'clock my prep team bursts into my room, opens my curtains and drags me out of my bed.

They run me a hot bath filled with bubbles and some weird stuff that gets rid of bruises and cuts. They leave me to soak for a while.

My prep team come back a half hour later and hand me a towel. I wait for them to leave but they bustle around the room, getting makeup ready , setting out my costume and melting something.

"What are you melting?" I ask as I try to get out of the bath without flashing them.

"Its wax, silly," The one with purple hair and gold irises says, giggling as if it should be obvious.

"WAX?" I exclaim. I stand up in the bath and quickly wrap my towel around me.

"Why do you need wax?" I ask and try to step out of the bath. My foot catches on the side and I fall onto the hard floor.

"We're going to wax your legs, duh!" the purple one says again.

"And your chest," the one with the red hair and red irises to match chimes in.

"And possibly your back, if it needs doing?" the one with the third eye tattooed on her forehead finishes.

"You have got to be kidding me. What happened to the old ways of 'preserving manliness' or some crap like that?" I argue.

"Honey, times have changed. Its all about smooth, blemish-free skin and no bodily hair," the pink one smiles.

I get thrown a pair of black boxers and the 3-eyed woman says, "Don't worry, we're not going near your-"

A man dressed in black suit pants and a black shirt walks in during the middle of her sentence.

"Chop chop! We don't have all day! Start waxing!"

I know this is a pretty pathetic attempt at an update but I figured it was better than nothing?

-TheRaggedyGallifreyan