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 Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 8:08 pm
I lay in bed, not being able to sleep. All I can think about is that we'll be at the Capitol in a day and a half. Tomorrow we're going over how we will act for the cameras and show the world why they should love us. I groan mentally. There's a soft tap on my door and Mark slips in. He sits on the edge of the bed.
"So you ready for tomorrow?"
I give him a wry grin. "Oh yeah, of course," I say sarcastically. He knows how much I'm dreading spending the whole day with our mentors.
Mark turns so that he faces me, and we sit there staring into each others eyes. I note the dark green flecked with gold in his eyes, something I have never noticed before. He starts to lean towards me, his face still serious. My heart skips. I tell myself that he doesn't really like me. He's just being a flirt like he normally does. I can't help myself. I lean in as well, and our lips meet. I quickly pull back, and he looks at me. His face is still serious. He doesn't look like the cocky player he first seemed. He looks like he is sincere. Before I can think of what to do, he pulls me closer and kisses me again. I deepen the kiss and realize how lonely I have been. How much I miss someone loving me. I pull back from the kiss gently, and Mark grabs my hand. "Don't make me leave," he whispers. I notice he looks like he is close to tears. I nod, and he lays down. Soon he is fast asleep. I sit there for another hour, thinking over what just happened. I'm so confused. I grab my pillow and an extra blanket. Camping out on the floor again tonight. I'm no slut, and even though Mark and I are NOT going to do anything, I still will not share my bed with him. I need to sort out my feelings. Do I like him? Does he like me? Is he just being a flirt? I honestly do not know. After another hour of tossing and turning, I finally fall asleep.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 10:32 am
As I wait for the end of our trip, I can't help but think of Archer. If only we had been given a few more seconds together. Then, we would have been able to express our feelings to each other. Though, perhaps it is best that we didn't. So much has happened in the past few days, it seems best to look back and sort things out. But now I think it is time to look to the future. My thoughts are confirmed when Violane comes in and says, "Are about to arrive at the Capitol! Remember your manners! We have a big, big day ahead!"
Just as she finishes speaking, we enter the tunnel that goes through the wall surrounding the Capitol. The wall that prevented the rebels from entering fifty-two years ago. Suddenly, I feel the eggs I ate for breakfast coming back up. I manage to keep from getting sick and look over at Ryder. He seems to have turned remarkably pale. There is no hiding the fact that he is just as terrified as I am.
We reach the end of the tunnel and I am nearly blinded by the sun as it glistens off the glass buildings and sparkling ponds containing fountains. Odd looking people line the streets trying to catch a glimpse of the tributes they will be betting on.
"Smile and wave." Typha says to me and Ryder.
Taking her advice, I cheerinly look out the window, beeming and waving at the citizens, pretending that I'm glad to be there while really I'm dreading every second. They go absolutely crazy, seeming to love my friendly manner. I glance over at Ryder only to find him staring coldly at his audience, already going for the ruthless angle.
Our train stops at a station and we are ushered out onto the platform. Instantly, me ears are assulted by screams and cheers from the massive crowd. There are flashes all around as people try to capture every single moment in a photo while cameras film everything so it can be shown on television. Once again, I feel the eggs coming back up but I force them to stay down. Vomiting on television will certainly not help me get sponsers. Smile and wave, I remind myself as we walk through the crowd, headed to where we will be stayin while in the Capitol. Smile and wave.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 4:21 pm
I woke up an hour and a half later because Kameron was running through the train banging a fork against a pan. I want to choke him so bad. I got up and went to eat supper. To my surprise, Gabe was already there, eating quietly with Sienna. I grab a plate and fill it with steak, potatoes, salad, some kind of green vegetable, and grab some juice. Sienna tells me to be careful so I don't make myself sick, but Kameron walks in and tells her that I need to fatten up. Great, now I'm considered a weak twig. Gabe gives me an awkward sideways glance, he probably already knows how he's going to kill me. Since we have two mentors, we each get a lot of one on one time. But I'm stuck with Sienna who is afraid to even teach anything. I'm told that we are going to arrive in the Capitol soon. Well that means I slept for less than two hours, explains why I'm so tired. We pass through a tunnel and it's dark for about five minutes. Then I hear it, the Capitol citizens screaming. So excited for the tributes to come and then die. Sienna motions for us to go to the window and wave, but I wait for Gabe to go first. But he never does so I go ahead, taking the advantage to get sponsors. I think I know why he doesn't want to see these paople, He's camera shy first of all. And these people killed an innocent man known as Dez Martin, his father. I wouldn't wanna see these people either if they did that to my father. All his father did was bite into an apple they had harvested from a tree while on duty. He was hungry and lunch wasn't for another hour. I saw it with my own eyes, three Peacekeepers came and knocked him out with a rock, then carried him off to die. Thinking of that, and seeing the crowd made me pass out. That's the last thing I remember when I wake up in the Tributes' Room.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 2:00 pm
I wake up thinking I was blind for a second. The I notice we went under a tunnel. I guess where getting to the Capitol. Better get my game face on. Time for me to charm the audience and get some great resources. I go outside and shine the biggest smile ever at the crowd. They're eating it up. For the first time I'm happy about this situation. I might when if this crowd really believes I want to be here. My crack some jokes. Funny and charming is always a good combination. They look so weird in there highlighted clothes and hair styles. One of them even has gold skin. Capitol people are so wierd with there trends and styles. Well I better get ready for the biggest fight of my life. Hopefully all the fighting with my brothers pay off. I can feel that this is going to be a challenge. But I'm ready for anything they bring to me.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 3:03 pm
The train goes dark and I realize we are entering a tunnel to get to the Capitol. Mark and I look out the window and see a bunch of people waving and cheering. They all have strange clothes and hairstyles. Mark and I shrug at each other and wave back, plastering huge grins on our faces, making us look estatic to be here. Yeah right. The train comes to a halt and we are escorted to our quarters. There, our prep teams are waiting. They take me one way, Mark the other.
After painful poking and prodding for at least 2 hours, they deem me presentable and scurry off to get my designer/ coordinater. I pace back and forth, wondering if he will look weird or be mean or actually look at me like I'm a human being.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 4:29 pm
Violane escorts us to seperate rooms where we are prepared to be officialy presented to the Capitol. There, I am brutally transformed by my preperation team: Narcisco, Starlin, and Blodwyn. After an hour of having every single hair, besides that on my head, ripped off my body, I am sent into the next room to await my designer. I sit on the table in the middle of the room, shivering slightly. The only thing I have on is a robe that doesn't even reach my knees. Minutes pass before the door finally opens. My designer is not what I expected. She is young, beautiful, and the closest thing to normal you can find in the Capitol. Sure she has purple and teal streaking her black hair and strange tatues around her eyes, but other than that she there is nothing unusual about her.
"Hello Kella,"
Her voice is soft and light, almost inaudible.
"I see you have met your preperation team." she says with a smile, eyeing my red skin. "I'm glad they have followed my instructions. Sorry, I am forgetting my manners. I am Aislinn, your designer."
She was now standing in front of me, outlining my face with her eyes, probably working out what she is going to do to me.
"I am glad to see I won't have to do much with you." she says after a while.
I certainly wasn't expecting this. Most designers like to transform the tributes so they look almost like Capitol citizens. Why was this designer so different?
"You have a natural beauty that I really admire." she says, taking the end of my braid and examining it. "A bit of makeup never hurts of course but I certainly don't want to mask all of this. I want the citizens to remember you for who you are, after all."
I think I can really learn to like Aislinn.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 7:45 pm
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 3:39 am
Of course! Just be sure to catch up. smile
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 2:39 pm
Well, it's what I thought was the Tributes' Room. Its really is just another room on the train where we will be prepped to go out in public. My prep team introduces themselves as Sader, Sage, and Sloane. Triple S is fine with me. Sader is a handsome man, tall, muscular, and the lightest shade of red. Sloane is short, quiet, and a deep purple color. Sage is actually quite normal, except for the weird design shaved into his hair. It looks like vines and flowers but I'm not completely sure. The Triple S works quickly and very accurately, waxing every inch of me at least twice. When I'm escorted to a small cell, I'm as smooth as a baby's bottom, besides the hair on my head. A lady walks in and introduces herself as Jocelynn. She looks like she is in her late twenties early thirties and is actually normal. She looks like she could have come from my district, no colored skin, no awkward hair. After exemining awhile, I find she has one orange steak in her blonde hair...still normal though. "Good day, Rayne," she finally says after examining me for about five minutes.
"Hello," I reply quietly. She tells me That all she wants to do is cut my hair a little. That's fine with me, I haven't had a haircut for 2 years. She cuts my hair about 4 inches below my shoulder, and puts it in a twisted ponytail. Quite beautiful actually, I'll have to ask her how to do that. She adds a touch of light pink eyeshadow and some brown eyeliner around my eyes. "You're ready to go. I'll get your outfit." she says.
"Thank you." I reply. I not a people person, but I actually kind of like her.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 3:57 pm
Isadora
16
District 12
Bio: Go look at the profiles
Pic: go look in the profiles
I wake up to my prep team smiling at me. I look at all of them with wide, sleepy eyes. They all introduce themselves as Rosemarie, Lissa, and Sadie. They were all colorful and cheery. I give them a happy smile and introduce myself, "I am Isadora."
"Well, Isadora. We are going to make you Isa-Dorable so get up sleepy!" Sadie says and pulls me out of bed. The three of them begin to make me look "presentable to the public". I don't know if I should be offended or not, but I just keep on smiling and chatting it up while they work on me head to toe.
When they are done I stand wrapped in a blanket and a beautiful man walks in with a bag. He walks over to me silently and strips off my blanket. "Hmm.. This should work nicely." He says and slides a knee length black and grey dress over my body. The colors making me look even paler than I already am. He then proceeds to apply bright red lipstick and dark eye liner and eyeshadow to my face. "Leave your hair just like that, messy. But not too messy. It's almost sexy." He says and leaves. I blush at the word sexy and look around my room nervously, my stylist is intimidating..
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 4:17 pm
My stylist walks in and turns me toward him, examining me. While he is examining a strand of my hair, he says, "Hello Rielie. I am Raien." I stand there awkwardly and he smiles. "Don't be nervous. I know exactly how to have you pull this off. You are very beautiful, actually." I blush, but wonder why he seems surprised about this. Maybe the Capitol people simply forget that we are real humans too. At least Raien is nice. He motions for me to follow him, and leads me into a room where my prep team is waiting. "We will prepare you for your interview here." He turns to my stylists and whispers. They nod excitedly and he leaves. They turn to me, full of smiles and begin to do my makeup. They apply green eyeshadow and light mascara, and paint my nails the same color. Rain comes back in with the outfit I will be wearing when the teams are seen by all of the Capitol, when we ride in the chariots. It is absolutely stunning and partially insane. It is the color of a sunset, an orange bright and bold, and looks like a wrap. The part the comes up to my shoulder is a sheaf of wheat. They braid my hair with fake wheat stalks which I almost swear are real. It doesn't look like any crazy costume I've seen on tv for the other tributes. I actually can pull it off. And it's gorgeous. Mark walks in, wearing black pants, a bright orange shirt that matches my dress, and his stylists somehow incorporated wheat stalks in his short hair. We look amazing. I almost laugh with exilhiration.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 6:57 pm
"So," I say as Aislin continues to examine me. "What kind of costumes are we talking for the charriots. Please don't tell me you're dressing us up as cows."
Every single year of the Hunger Games that I have seen, the tributes were put in rediculous outfits, resembling cows. I really didn't want to be the laughing stalk of the Games. Atleast not this early into it.
Aislin laughed. "No, I'm not dressing you up as cows. District 10 is livestock and that includes more than just cows. You raise pigs, horses, sheep-"
"Oh God, not sheep. Anything but sheep." I say. Being a sheep herder, I had a strong hatred for the brainless animal and certainly did not want to be portrayed as one.
Aislin smiled. "Don't worry. Ryder's designer and I decided to go with horses. They are magnificant creatures. Such beauty and grace is hard to come by."
It sounds better than cows but the only horse costume I can think of was the one where someone had to be the head and the other the butt. I am suddenly starting to lose faith in my designer.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 2:11 pm
Jocelynn comes back with my outfit to show me. Being from Eleven we are agriculture, and I am praying I don't have to wear a giant blueberry or something. Instead she comes back with an outfit that looks camoflauge. Then, as I look closer, I see it's vines, leaves, and some small, fake berries around a robe. For underneath the robe I will wear a shirt and matching pants that look like a tree trunk. Very creative, I must say.
"So, I'm gonna look like a tree?" I ask.
"That's the plan. And for your hair." She takes a vine with berries on it and wraps it around my twisted ponytail. Then taking a vine wrapped around a wire, she carefullly sets it on my head as a crown. "What do you think?"
"Wow," is all I can manage to say. In past years we've had tributes dressed in vines, but they were naked underneath. Making me look like a tree really recognizes my district. Now I can't wait to see how Gabe looks in vines.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 2:26 pm
(Sorry took so long.)
I get into the room and see my prep team just like I pictured them. Pink skin with purple hair and red highlights is Ryikla. The other two are males I think, there wearing lipstick and have curly hair. Like curls curls not the little ones. "Hey I'm Lenox and this si my brother Lenoz and thats..." I know her my brother had her has a prep team last year. "Oh... your Gary's little brother nice to meet you." She said coming over. I bet they want me to wear something alien furturisic like since Distirct 3 is all gadgets and technology. "Well we want you to look different then the other tributes of your district did something... fresh." Lenoz said with his high pitched voice. Great something fresh probably a computer or something.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 2:26 pm
Aislin laughs, seeming to read my mind.
"Oh, no, you won't be dressing as horses." she reassured me. "You'll be riding them."
I am very confused now. "But, I thought we were supposed to ride charriots."
"You are," Aislin nodded. "But I pulled some strings so you and Ryder will be allowed to ride horses instead."
I'm really sure what I think of this idea. I've never riden a horse before so how was I going to be able to in front of all of Panem?
"What will we be wearing?" I ask, trying to keep my mind off riding the horses.
"You and Ryder will be wearing what used to be called cowboy clothes and some riding gear. No helmets though because then people couldn't see your hair."
Leave it to a Capitol citizen to think of beauty before safety. Aislin leaves the room for a moment to get my outfit and returns with a bundle of clothes in her hands.
"This is what you'll be wearing." she says, setting the clothes on the table.
I look at the so called cowboy clothes and am not too happy with them. They consist of a really short pair of jean shorts that seem worn and slightly fringed on the bottom, a plaid shirt that is tied and will show off my belly-button, and a pair of cowhide boots with a fancy swirl design on them and spurs. It wasn't my favorite costume for our distrinct but atleast it was better than something cow themed.
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