Daryl spent the half of the first day exploring their room, most of which was cow print, he truly didn't understand why the livestock district was seen as only raising cattle. He supposed that could be an advantage, them not knowing he had other skills than simply carrying cattle, but at the moment it was just flat out annoying.

They had a large flat screen which showed silly capital shows or recaps from previous hunger games. Andrea, who hated the games, refused to look at the screen, but Daryl felt it was better to watch previous winners and their strategies.

There had never been a winner from district ten, but Daryl was determined to get back to Paul.

Daryl watched the past victors keenly. It was clear to him that there were two types of winners. The first kind usually did whatever they could to hide and avoid the other tributes until everyone else was slaughtered.

The second kind, and the most dangerous, were the outright killers. Those tributes usually came from one, two, and eight. The tributes spent most of their young lives training just in case they were called to the games, and many times they even volunteered to be a tribute. The bloodthirsty tributes wanted the opportunity to bring glory to themselves and their district. He was nervous of those specific districts, but he had watched previous years where the tributes from one, two, and eight died first because they were too cocky.

He took a deep breath as he watched a past victor stab their teammates in their sleep.

Another few kills made their way across the screen, three more victors one by luring their supposed team mates to their deaths.

One was a knife to the back, another had killed five of their teammates by mashing poisonous berries in the meal they prepared for the others, and one snapped their district mates neck while hiding from another tribute.

As he watched the screen, he realized he would have to play to both sides if he was going to win and be able to go home to Paul. He would hide and survive off the edible plants as long as he could hoping that the rest would die, but if it came down to him or another tribute he'd kill if he had to.

He knew it wouldn't be entertaining to watch him hide, but he didn't want to be ruthless either. He wanted the favor of the sponsors, but he didn't want to upset those from the other districts.

He also refused to kill any of the twelve and thirteen-year-olds.

He would not be a child killer, not like some of the past victors and even fallen tributes who purposely went for the children because, in most cases, they were the weakest and easy to exploit.

Andrea let out a disgusted noise as another victor's kill came on. The victor was from one, and they had decapitated one of the other teens. Andrea tried to ignore the video running across the screen. "It's time." Deanna called.

"Do I gotta?" Daryl asked leaning back on the couch. "Like for real… the chariot outfits are always so terrible."

"They stylists work very hard on them."

"Sure." Daryl rolled his eyes. "Fine if we have to go get fitted."

"The chariots are in three days time Daryl, you better allow them to do this." Deanna warned.

"Promise, hope to die or whatever." He muttered as he made a motion over his heart.

Deanna rolled her eyes and led them to their stylists. Daryl grunted as they stripped him and helped him into some clothes.

"What the hell is this?" Daryl asked as they set bull horns on his head. He looked himself over in the mirror, he was extremely exposed. He wore chaps that had an open crotch, thankfully he wore tight fitting boxers. He had a leather top that looked much like what cowboys from the old history books wore. He poked the horn with his finger in question.

"You look great."

Daryl rolled his blue eyes. "I'm glad you think so."

They began to mess with his hair to see what would work the best. They did a similar thing with the braid as Jesus had, and they used his ribbon to add to the look, the turkey feathers were attached to one of the horn tips.

Daryl sighed as they continued to fit the outfit to him. "This is stupid." Daryl muttered as they tightened the jacket.

"We have to show off your physique." One muttered as they adjusted the outfit once more. "Will help with sponsors."

"You gave me horns." Daryl grunted. "This, is ridiculous."

"Could be worse." Andrea said as she was led towards him so they could see the outfits together. Daryl looked her over and couldn't help but laugh. She wore a corset top, and similar pants like his own. She had a belt around her waist that was attached to a sheer cape.

The stylists looked them over and continued to fuss over their clothes. Daryl continued to sigh and twitch as they messed with his hair, and the tightness of his pants or top.

A few avoxes helped as they were ordered and Daryl felt bad for them. He knew about avoxes, his brother continually messed with the peacekeepers and one threatened to turn him into an avox. Being mute was one thing, but being forced into the situation was another.

Daryl watched the people around him while they did Andrea's hair up in a braided bun. They intertwined a colored ribbon in her hair as well but it wasn't the same as Daryl's which made him happy, the ribbon was a gift and he would cherish it.

They set the two side by side with smiles on their faces. "This is perfect," the designer said with a smile on their face. Daryl rolled his eyes, he was fully aware that he couldn't get out of this situation.

He just needed to accept it and move on and wait for training to start.

That was his goal, to prove himself in the training center and gain the people's attention through his strength and smarts.

His ability to dress up didn't affect the games, at least not in his head.