The 83rd Hunger Games | Accepting!!

[k i n g]

District 11 | Jesse Black | Tribute
My protests to my prep team went unnoticed as every hair on my body that wasn't on my head was plucked from my pale skin, gritting my teeth against the pain. I hated this! I let out an inaudible sigh, forcing a smile at the Capitol people. They constantly went on with asking questions like, What's your family like? or You have any girlfriends back in District 11? As if I was interested in having a relationship. I answered in short, non-descriptive sentences, and they quickly switched to yes or no questions, which made me feel more comfortable. Then I was whisked away to my stylist, and my outfit wasn't even related to my District's job. The stylist explained that it was more suited for the dinner tonight, in which I had to interact with the other tributes. Darn it (His outfit is something like this). They reattached the chain to my belt and had me slip those spike bracelets onto my wrists once more. I wondered about the girl tribute from my District. I'm glad I was born a male. I would die wearing anything flashy, like a dress. My shaggy, black hair was combed neatly and swept off to one side, held out of my face by some kind of hairspray. Eye contact was another thing my mentor nagged me about. Not my fault I didn't like to socialize. I was ushered into the elevator, alone, and pulled the silver ring from my pocket, slipping it onto the middle finger of my right hand. My token. A gift from the family of the boy who was originally chosen to be put into the Hunger Games. I felt my expression darken into sorrow, and quickly wiped away a tear. My parents didn't even care I was here. Just one less mouth to feed. They were better off without me, anyways.

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
"Honestly, Jossy. You look great," my stylist insisted as he twirled me slowly in a circle, my aurburn braid swishing in the air. Jossy was his nickname for me. "I know," I force a smile at him. "You just know that I'm not used to wearing fancy things." "Which is exactly why I chose a simple, yet stunning dress." I had to admit, it was beautiful. The dress was long, down to my feet, but that was not a problem. I'd be wearing matching black heel boots (because I refused to wear girly heels) so it wouldn't drag on the ground, black & white feather earrings, and my token to complete the outfit. I wore a soft pink lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, and what my stylist called the "smoky eyes" look. My auburn hair was tied into one, thick braid down my back. "Close your eyes." I obeyed, closing my stormy grey eyes. I was cautiously walked forward, took a left, then came to an abrupt halt. "Open." What I saw in the mirror made me yelp in surprise. In the reflection was a beautiful teen girl in a black dress, heel boots, and her makeup was so well done. I didn't recognize myself for a moment. I didn't feel like myself, but I have to admit I liked it. "I look... beautiful."

(Looks good so far ^^)

[Summer_Storm]

|| just a thought.... we're in the reaping right??? so why is everybody acting so happy and cheerful? Shouldn't they be scared, quite and depressed not going around meeting every single person? just a thought ||

[k i n g]

(I'm not going by the book at the moment. I'm giving the tributes a chance to mingle, and it's almost time for their first dinner at the Capitol. Then the interviews, training sessions, etc. The characters have a choice to be happy or depressed.)

[the.kitsune.prince]

Lero - Tribute - District 1
My eyes stared at my stylist. Don't you dare put that digusting muck on my face, I thought as the orange haired woman looked at the most hideous browns eyeshadows to put on me.
"Darling your eyes will come out sooooo much," She chattered on, her lisp coming through loudly. Her hands moved quickly putting the mud brown colour on my eyelids before combing the rest on my wild hair back. For the sixth time.
Finally, when the makeup had been all slapped on she took me over to the wardrobe and showed me my glimmering black and white tuxedo. I praised her for once and tried it on. Perfect fit, I thought sorting out my bow-tie.

Honey - Tribute - District 12
"Shall we use green around your brown eyes, Honey?" My stylist asked, showing me a array of greens ranging from sea green to... mint green. I gave a little nod at the mint green hoping to feel a little hope at seeing my brother again, my stylist saw my sadness but couldn't find the words to say I'd come back to him because we knew there was only a 1 in 24 chance.
After my makeup and my reddish gold hair being tied with a green ribbon into a ponytail, he helped my get into my green dress and slip-on shoes wanting to keep my childish element. Lastly my silver lilly token was fitted on my dress, and we exchanged a slight smile.

[Lying_Lilacs]

~Violet Thorne| District 4~
I had made my way back to my room. Surprise, surprise! My prep team. I was poked, prodded, and colored on with various make-up items. I was dusted with a light rosy blush and had some sea green eyeshadow on, or more like regular green to me they looked nothing like the sea, and i had some light pink lip gloss on me with a small tint of sparkle throughout it. I tried to stay polite and answer all of their questions, but they all seemed to talk at once. I eventually stopped answering completly and just listened to them chatter about the capitol. My stylist had put me in a beautiful blue dress with soft ruffles on it. My hair was swept to the side and woven with silver strands. My stylist had me step into some white trimmed high heels blindly before turning my around to a mirror. I semmed at a loss for words but managed a, " It's lovely." Before wobbling slightly in the heels.
(( Dress: http://www.suitingdresses.com/images/thumbs/0002220.jpg High heels: http://www.cwomenshoes.com/wp-content/u ... hite-2.jpg))
~Drake Summers| District 2~
I found my way back to my room, only to be welcomed by my 'lovely' prep team. I grit my teeth as they prodded me with tweezers and attempted to tame my messy brown hair. Once they were done, i stood up, ready to leave immediatly. To bad. My prep team stopped me and handed me over to my stylist. I was tortured into some outfit consisting of a midnight blue shirt and greyish pants. I grumbled something under my breath about make-up as my prep team did 'finishing touches' as they put it. Or another few hours of touches is what i heard. I said a thank you to my stylist before messing up my hair purposly.

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Kaytan stalked into his room, ignoring all the tributes in the common area. He was ready to sit down and relax, but an obnoxious purple lady seemed to emerge out of nowhere. "Oh my, we got some fine hair to work with here!" the lady said, stepping up close to him. "Honey, you gon' look like some kind of killer when we done wit' you." She snapped her fingers and an orange man stepped out of the bathroom to her left, holding some hair tools and makeup brushes. She snapped again and looked to her right, and a short green lady waddled in, wielding various hygiene implements. "Now, I'm Sugar, and this be Arche," The orange man bowed slightly, smiling. "And this be Tam. We gon' fix you up now." Sugar snapped her fingers again and the crew went to work, prepping Kaytan, bathing him, tanning him, and generally perfecting his body in a matter of minutes. The crew was like three whirling tornadoes, moving quickly and efficiently to get him ready for the real work. Tam took his measurements and got to work starting on his outfit for the parade. Arche did basic makeup, fine-tuning every detail of his face. Sugar found some nice dress pants, a vest, a suit, and some shoes that fit him. After Arche finished prepping, she took over and started making something out of the mop of longish hair on his head. After she had finished cutting, shading, and combing, they all stepped back. He truly looked fantastic and dark. Arche had carefully applied black eyeliner for a sharp contrast against his icy blue eyes, and had shaded a little dark gray eyeshadow in the right places for a sinister effect. Kaytan stood up and admired himself in the mirror, ruffling his hair a bit with his hands. He smiled a little bit, thanked the crew, and went back down to meet the others.

imagine this but with slightly longer black hair.

[Unused]

Jenna:
I wait patiently for a while before I start to get bored. I hate being bored and now wasn't a good time. She wished that one time, at any time, at least one of her tributes would be happy with her. Or at least friendly towards her.

Storm:

I look around for someone to talk to, I feel incredibly lonely.

[Lying_Lilacs]

~Violet Throne| District 4~
I gave a small thanks to my prep team and stylist before slipping out of my room again. I wandered around for a little bit, not wanting to go 'mingle' with all the other tributes during dinner. I sighed and looked out of a window. I fingered my charm braclet and glanced around the hall.

[Unused]

Sammy:
I stand up and wander down a corridor. I feel incredibly lost.

[k i n g]

District 9 | Josslyn Foxwood | Tribute
"Go on now, Jossy," my stylist added a few last minute touches while ushering me towards the elevator once more. "Your mentor will be very upset if you are late to the special dinner President Snow has set up for all you tributes. Go make some new 'friends'." And by friends, I knew he meant people to help keep me alive. I walked carefully and got in, with a boy who looked very sad for some unknown reason. I stayed my distance, fiddling with my token on my wrist.