Ever thought luxurious could be horrible? That was the train ride. Now I'm missing my clothing, bald everywhere except my head and strangely clean. Someone hands me a robe and I put it on.

"Cinna will be here shortly."

I don't reply. It's bad being here, but getting a stupid costume was worse.

"Hello. You are Maple, I presume?"

"Yeah." Cinna didn't look very crazy. He was a normal guy with gold eyeliner.

"District twelve is a mining district. So I had an idea."

"Cover me in coal dust and have me be naked?" My words were dripping with resent.

"No. That's just stupid." He chuckled. "I have a better idea." He pulls out a coal black dress that is split half way down on one side. Every time it moves, it drops black dust. The hem looks like dying embers are clinging to it. It flares when the dress sways. Accompanying it are orange sparkles to go on the tips of my hair.  It is beautiful.

"Try it on," Cinna says anxiously.

I put on the dress and Cinna does my hair.  I look in the mirror and gasp. The girl in the glass is not me. She's too clean and dressed up to much to be me.

"You look beautiful." I smile at the compliment.

"Thanks."

Okay, I'll post now.

Hyaline~

The Capitol was everything I had expected it to be: noisy, bright, and beautiful. Down each and every street bright lights flared. People bustled in the streets, genetically altered most of them. The buildings were tall and brilliant: spires pointing to the heavens.

Camellia led me, along with Alexander, into a separate white rooms. "Your prep team will be here in a moment," she said. "Your stylists will be here after that. Behave!"

My prep team is in there seconds after she departs. They twitter around me like oddly colored birds or exotic creatures. They don't seem human. Two of them have purple hair and one has hair that is bright green. One of them has nails so long and curvy it's a wonder she doesn't break them every time she opens a door. Yet another has tattoos all over her body. They form a covering so solid I can't even see her original skin color.

They examine me. "Good," says one of them, the one with the long nails. "You look presentable already. Fennel will have a good time with you."

This seems to be a compliment, but in no time they have me lying down on a white table. They strip off my clothes and yank microscopic strands of hair off my arms and legs with tweezers.

"There," says the one with tattoos. "All done. You look much better now, dearie."

I smile at her, but even I can sense it looks more like a grimace.

They sweep out of the room. Fly away, little birdies, I think.

Soon Fennel is in the room. He's a young man, an epitome of Capitol fashion. His hair is dyed as white as a sheet, and his face is dusted with powder so it looks deathly pale. His eyes are a piercing but gentle violet color---they must be fake to create that perfect a shade---and his hands are long and thin. I can see that there are small diamonds inlaid in each of his fingernails.

He examines me for a minute, his eyes assessing every inch of my body. Then he turns toward me and smiles. "Okay, Hyaline, it looks like we're going with a classic this year."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you get a big, shiny dress." He smiles and snaps his fingers. A portion of the wall slides open and an Avox steps out carrying a beautiful dress. She curtsies and hurries out. The wall closes again behind her.

The dress is white: the purest, most beautiful white I have ever seen. At first it is simple and silky. At the hip, when it begins to flare outwards, pleats appear, like ripples in snow. The lowest point of the dress will reach just below my knees, and at that point is is frilly and wild, made mostly of lace. The overall effect makes it look like a frozen wave crashing against an icy shore.

"It's amazing," I gasp.

Fennel winks at me and turns it around. On the back, the thing is held together by five buttons. Each of the buttons is inlaid with a small diamond, so tiny it looks like a gleam of starlight. "What do you think?"

I smile at him, a rare gift bestowed. "It really is amazing. Thanks, Fennel."

"Let's see how it looks on you."

Before I know what's happened, he's hustling me into the dress as though he's done it all his life. I can feel him fastening the buttons at my back. The dress feels cool and silky on my bare skin.

I step in front of the mirror and gape at my reflection.

My blond hair has been brushed and shined to perfection. Although I didn't notice it, my stylists must have put on eyeliner or some other enhancement product, because my normally pretty eyes are a beautiful sky-blue color that accents the dress perfectly.

And the dress, oh, the dress.

It looks even more beautiful on me than it did in Fennel's hand. It hugs my form perfectly, and the way it flares outward at the bottom only increases its charm. 

"I look . . ."

"Beautiful," says a woman. I look over my shoulder and see that my entire prep team is standing there, along with Camellia. She claps her hands and smiles winningly at me. "You have some serious sponsors headed your way, sweetie."

"Thank you," I mumble. I would never be this submissive if I had a choice. The beauty of Fennel's dress has rendered me temporarily speechless. I hate being called "sweetie," for heaven's sake!

"Alexander's waiting outside," says Camellia.

I walk outside. Alexander is standing there. Because of his jet-black hair, his stylist obviously had trouble coming up with an angle---his can't be pure snowy white, like mine, nor can it be black---that wouldn't suit our district's character. His stylist managed to settle it, though, with a black-and-white suit with onyx cuff links and crystal buttons. He grins nervously at me. I frown condescendingly at him. I'm obviously beginning to retain my usual character.

~

Spammy says zpzb.

Has everyone made their outfits now?

I think so.

OMGIGOTTHEHUNGERGAMESDVDANDITCAMEWITHFREEPOPCORNANDTWIZLERS!!!!!!!!

Ahem, you probably can see that I'm very happy from the all caps and no spaces.

BAI PEEPS!! XD

Melody- forgot to write this earlier, but please kill Siv. Preferably an axe to the back. And then I will write his emotional reaction. Yay!

Siv

Angelinetta Seria squealed. "Oh. My. Gosh. You. Are. Going. To. Love. Your. Stylists. They are absolutely amazing! I've already seen your costumes, and they are absolutely. Positively. Fantabulous!" She really talked like that.

She tugged on my arm like we were genetically enhanced, pierced, dyed, tattooed and costumed twelve year old Capitol girls out shopping. "They are amazing!" she said, her accent making it all the worse. Translation: The stuff that I'm going to have to wear is absolutely hideous.

Angelinetta tugs me through a door.

I refuse to tell what happened in there. It was completely awkward and embarrassing, and I've decided that I've never wanted to kill somebody as much as I wanted to kill my prep team. One was completely clothed, skin dyed, hair dyed in a brown-green color that looked like my stomach had thrown it up. One had pointed eyebrows that made her looked surprised. The last one, well, I'll just say that the last one had a thing for circle tattoos.

The one with the pointed eyebrows tells me to close my eyes. I do, and they dress me.

"Okay," pointy eyebrows says to me, "you can open your eyes now. Don't you just love it?" She actually sounds the slightest bit sarcastic.

I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror.

I was... binary. I was wearing this... bodysuit. Long sleeved shirt, pants that went all the way down to the floor.It was black, with green numbers constantly changing. Looking closer, I saw that they were 1's and 0's. Binary code. Pretty old way of programming computers. But it didn't help that the top part was obviously supposed to be tight fit, but hung off me quite a bit. I looked extremely skinny.

Skinny is not a good thing to be in the Hunger Games.

A door opened behind me. A woman who had to be only five feet tall, but with six inch heels, and gold hair styled so that it formed a point on the top of her head. She shook her head as she looked at me. "Oh," she said. "I'm Leesa. It seems I didn't do to well this year. Oh well."

She walked out.

Why thank you, lovely stylist, I thought. You're not helping me at all.

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I'm sorry, but I don't have time to write Calan's or Dennis's right now.

If you want to, just continue past it.

Catla~

Ah, today's the day! I love being part of the scenerary. Our chariot is basically a flat platteu. Once I set on, my suit expands, spread the green grass, and a light blue mist, when I look down, my hideous costume has become a cloud dress, a block extends from the bottom of the plateau. The dress holds tight around my waist and poofs out around my ankles letting off white mist. My stylist looks at me, "I felt bad when I looked at what the other stylists had done, so I made some changes to both your costumes." I could have hugged her. Calf's costume shed its skin and the skin became tiny cows, they handed him a wooden shepherd's crook (isn't that for sheep and goats?) and told him to "herd" them. We said thanks, and then we were out. District 1's entered in a beautiful silver chariot. The girl, Hyaline I think, made my white "dress" look cheap. She looks like a better version of me, better blond hair, better dress, etc. The boy was also jawdropping but not as much as Hyaline was. In district 2 the girl and boy were dressed (I couldn't find it, sorry if I was blind and it was there, if it was, just forget what I say) in rock outfit. Shards of grey stone were attacted by tiny chain links, the girl's dress hugged her, and the boy's outfit fit him like a glove, their chariot was made from the same stone, but the wheels were made of "old" tool parts. District 3 had their tributes in binary coding bodysuits. I tried not to laugh, their chariot was pure black except where it glowed green in the creases. District 4 (sorry) had their tributes dressed in silver fish skin, their chariot has blue and clear, and the inside had lights that made their costumes like disco balls. District five (sorry again) had their femaie tribute in a short dress, the dress was made of vertical black wires, at the end the wires buzzed with power, the male tribute had a short shirt and shorts that had energy buzzing at the ends too. District six had their tributes in shoes with wheels, their clothes had a huge lamp on them, and their "chariot" was a strip of road on wheels. District seven had a wooden chariot, and their tributes were dressed as leaves. District eight had patchwork outfits and a chariot made of silver needles. District 9 had outfits (togas) made of golden grain, their chariot looked like a cornucopia. District 11 had their tribute in a glorious golden dress with a sheaf of wheat, she definitely outclassed nine. Twelve had their tributes in outfits that let off coal dust. And we looked much better then we thought we would. The people of the capitol were cheering in their gaudy clothes.

I just added that since, the games have to go on; sorry if I offended anyone, but this thread is dying. 

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