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"I figured so, but I'm pretty good at paint, so I figured that maybe I could hide, most deaths happen durring the blood bath after all. Everyone wants the good stuff, and they'll risk their life to get that backpack that maybe was worth leaving behind." Flare pointed out with a smile, she noted the look on concern on Miko's face.

"Paint? Are we painting?" Alice popped up from behind the couch that Miko and Flare were sitting on.

Pearl rolled her eyes at Ryder's joke If he doesn't get killed in combat I'll kill him myself when he gets too anyoing. Pearl thought somberly to herself.

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“Well, that hopefully will keep you safe throughout the games” she said, ignoring Halcyon. In fact, she couldn’t even hear her. She almost yelped when Alice appeared behind her. She hated surprises...

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Flare looked behind at Alice and gave a laugh. "Well hello little one, what's your name?"

Alice seemed excited and jumped into the seat next to them. "I'm Alice Bone, from District One. I can manipulate colors." She then demonstrated this abiltity by changing the color of one of the couch pillows from a cream color to pink then back. "Ta-da!"

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Miko has her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming, but calmed down after a few seconds. “Don’t scare me like that...” she muttered with a small laugh. She didn’t even know her power. All she remembered was being scolded for using it 15 years ago, then never using it again.

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Alice giggled again.

Melody was sitting in a diffrent part of the room with what appeared to be a set of headphones over her one ear, clearly listening to music but also to the conversation, though mostly on the music.

(does anyone care if I do a time skip?)

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(I don’t mind)

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Soon they had arived and everyone was sent the their own stylist (female tributes get men for their stylist and vice-versa, dont ask, that's how it works in the HG world I guess.). Once they were cleaned, waxed from any unnesiary body hair, nails being turned into perfect shapes, their stylist went to work. The outfits choosen carefully to match the tribute's home district.

Blaze and Flare entered the bottom of the remake center for the tribute parade. Both them and the other girl from Twelve were wearing black dresses with capes with flame designs. But this outfit had a specail treat. Long ago before the war a stylist named Cinna had found out how to use synthetic fire to give District tweleve a bit of a boost, but that had been seemingly forgotten in time. But their stylists were bringing it back, no one knew it yet though.

(This is what's going on)

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Miko was slightly uncomfortable with this. She had never been this clean before (at least from what she remembered), and she wasn’t used to wearing these clothes.

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Ryder walks out in an expensive looking tux. Gems line the fabric. the back of the suit sparkles as different colored gems show off the district symbol. His hair is combed back. He runs a hair through his hair, trying to mess it up a bit. As annoying as he was. A tux looked great on him. It wouldn't be hard for him to get girls to flaunt over on him. But, Ryder being Ryder, he would most certainly mess up this opportunity for himself.

Tempest wears a light blue dress. The bottom is puffy and has white trims. It gives off a look of a wave. Making it look like she is floating on water as she walks. Her hair is curled and let down, not a normal look for her. She shyly looks around.

(Not sure about this district soo..) Harlow wears a tight-fitting dress that exposes her curves. It's a light brown dress with darker designs, giving off a look of tree bark. But rather than finish off the tree look they place flowers along the dress, which opens in the back. He hair is also let down, but decorative leaves are pinned to her hair. The dress is a V-neck, so she can show off her pendant. (Her only demand)

Weren't all stylists supposed to be gentle? The plucking of body hair from her body didn't make Halcyon wince, but she distinctively felt each harsh jerk. She felt as if a flock of brightly colored birds was flying around her. She was a brutish figure, feminine but a killer nonetheless. Born from a mighty bloodline with several victors in it, Halcyon huffed at the dress she had donned. She had not really been trained for formal events. A fierce viking-like mask crowned her head giving her the appearance of a queen while bringing out her cold cerulean eyes. Despite District 2 being extroadinarily wealthy, she had requested a smaller amount of jewelry. Let them see the killer she had become. She gently takes her place at the front of the line, hair in a simple yet severe looking bun. Her stylist had avoided giving her makeup after Hal had literally snarled at them, baring her teeth in a rather unladylike manner. Whatever. She could work on mannerisms when the interview came up. The clicking of her expensive looking heels announced her presence as she shyly nodded to the other tributes already lined up.

The stylist at first seemed perplexed as she looked at her. All she needed was the costume, but she was told that her district had never participated. Well, guess this would be new... After all was done, she put on the outfit and examined it. It was a short, sleeveless dress with very jagged ends that almost looked like a Jolteon’s tail. It was a dark gray, almost black color with orangish red fades at the top and bottom of the dress. She had flat shoes that were scarlet orange with small, faded red dots. Her hair was in a Simple style and she had very subtle, gray eyeshadow on. Nothing too crazy, unlike what she saw for other districts.

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Kardia winced as she was manhandled into her dress, so different yet similar to the tall and imposing girl who had volunteered as well. Her eyes roamed jealously over the imposing and powerful figure and a small flame of envy burned in her. In comparison, her dress was sleek and streamline, hugging every curve of her body as the cocktail dress flowed elegantly around her legs. A chainmail vest was overlayed over top, heavy but feminine as a dagger was attached to her hip via a belt. Despite the earthen brown color of the dress offsetting the blue sea painted onto her counterpart, Kardia couldn't help but admire the long gloves crawling up her arms, as if potters clay was caking her olive skin. As the other girl left, having refused the makeup and jewelery, Kardia stayed behind as she was forced to wear a luxurious amount of makeup, fire painted on her lips and dirt on her lids. The anklet she wore, bearing resemblance to the chainmail on her chest, clanked with ever step she took as she strode to take her place beside Halcyon, nodding politely to the white haired girl.

Claiming his jaw shut to prevent himself from crying out in pain, Shion's voluminous hair was pulled into a beautiful braid, flowers entwined in the viridian locks. The robes he wore were long and beautifully embroidered, as Shion felt a pang. The jacket was so similar to the one he had worn on at the reaping yet it was much more luxurious and we'll crafted that what he could ever dream of. A cloak lined with fur was placed upon his shoulders as his circular eyebrows were redrawn to look for normal. When he was shown his face, Shion scarcely believed it. Looking back in the mirror, he looked like a majestic ram, the floral circlet upon his head accentuating the idea as they had left his sideburns be, curling naturally around his face. Smiling, he thanked his stylists and hurried to the District 10 chariot

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As the tributes were lined up and got ready to show themselves to the capital sponsers, District Twelve's stylist came out with a lighter with syntic flame. When 11, dressed as orachrd workers again, left he lit the cloaks on fire. Blaze gasped, epecting pain, but the outift had prevented it, only leaving a faint tickling sensation as the flame lit off the cloak. When Twelve was sent out the capital sponsors turned their heads from at least three chariots away to view them.

They screamed "District Twelve" and their first names, which they have found in the program. Their cries mixed with the normal cries for the Career tributes of 1, 2, and 4. Dominating on the giant screens, naturally the Careers of One, Two, and Four. And District, Twelve. Flare felt her breath caught in throat when she saw themselves ont he screens with the flames behind them. She was not pretty, not beautiful, but raident.

The tributes go around the Capital twice, once going in City Circle than another time out. All around the Capital is glory, large fountains, banners hanging off of every light post, rose petals in the streets. They turn right hard and then stop in front of The Manor. The flames lingered for a few moments then sputtered out on Twelve's outfit having the job been done.

President Snow, a tall, thin man with a white mane and hair, and cold snake-like gold eyes. He steps forward from the balcony in The Manor and begins the speech of welcome and congratulating us for our sacrifice and that "The odds be ever in your favor."

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Mallory sighs, she had willingly allowed her stylist to put her in this dress She didn't complain when they cut her nails and painted them a shocking purple.

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Kardia winced as she was manhandled into her dress, so different yet similar to the tall and imposing girl who had volunteered as well. Her eyes roamed jealously over the imposing and powerful figure and a small flame of envy burned in her. In comparison, her dress was sleek and streamline, hugging every curve of her body as the cocktail dress flowed elegantly around her legs. A chainmail vest was overlaid over top, heavy but feminine as a dagger was attached to her hip via a belt. Despite the earthen brown color of the dress offsetting the blue sea painted onto her counterpart, Kardia couldn't help but admire the long gloves crawling up her arms, as if potters clay was caking her olive skin. As the other girl left, having refused the makeup and jewelry, Kardia stayed behind as she was forced to wear a luxurious amount of makeup, fire painted on her lips and dirt on her lids. The anklet she wore, bearing resemblance to the chainmail on her chest, clanked with ever step she took as she strode to take her place beside Halcyon, nodding politely to the white haired girl.

Halcyon gave her counterpart tribute a wry secret smile that conveyed, at least between them, words along the general line of "what the f--- took you so long?" Not that Hal meant any hostilities of course. She did not know any of the other tributes, and as much as she would not mention it, Kardia was the only person she would ally with. Of course, the other ‘career’ tributes would be banding together too, but their relationship was not strong. She nudged Kardia with her shoulder lightly, “You look good.”

Mallory stood in her place, waiting. She remained quiet and did not look at anybody. She had no friends here, and no enemies. And she did not want to make any.

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After the president's speach the chariots headed back to their starting point and the tributes were filed on to the elevator to be dpostited on their repective floors.

(Does anyone care if I do a time skip to the training? It'll be three days RP time with the final day having tributes going in one by one to a short private session to the game makers.)

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(I don’t mind, I don’t know what to do with my character anyways ;3;)

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(sure, you can time skip) (can my character hav some interactions?)


Mallory exited the elevator. She stepped into the room. She looked around. "Wow." she said, looking wonder struck.

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Kardia smiled at the other tribute's words nodding slightly as she suffered through the droning speech President Snow gave. With the show over, Kardia kicked off her heels, metallic anklets chiming as she flopped boneless onto the bed. groaning she closed her eyes not bothering to change. There was a bit of shuffling as she groped around for wet wipes to clean her face from the sticky makeup. Thankfully there were some nearby to clean her face with. With that done with, she immediately curled under the heavy covers.


Trudging into his room, Shion sighed as he methodically undressed and clutched the jacket that he had worn to the capitol in his hands. Bringing it to his face, he could still smell the grass and wool on the cloth. wrapping his body in the thick material, he lay on the floor with the jacket draped over his form and fell asleep there.

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