The 100th Anual Hunger Games!!! - GAMES HAVE BEGUN!

[☆ jupiter]

venus abhreme||female||16||d.8||tagged; no tags/no crush
Venus was startled as a group of three people burst into her floor, the one in front bearing long, golden locks of hair with green and blue specks with a matching suit. "Open these blinds! 'Tis too dark in here!" The man boomed, his accent bouncing off the walls as his assistants scrambled to open the huge window blinds. Venus dropped her apple as the approached, frozen in place. "I am your sty-leest. Your name iz Venus, yah?" He grabbed her cheeks, poking around at her face as she just stood there. "Um.. Uh-huh."
Again, she was startled as he boomed, "SPEAK LOUDAH, VENUS. You vill not get sponsors if you talk quieter than the flap of a butterfly's wings!" he hissed, and he and his assistants nudged and prodded and pushed a very stunned district 8 tribute along to the styling room.
Venus had never been in so much physical pain in her life as they stripped her down and waxed off every hair from her body that was below her head. They plucked her eyebrows, washed her hair at least three times, and clucked their tongue at her body the whole time.


jayden ruth||male||17||d.2||no tags/no crush
Jayden was admittedly startled as a woman burst into his room, her feminine walk practically hynotizing; she walked with her forearms curled up and her hands curled and pointed resting upon her shoulders, and she walked gracefully like a supermodel, in boots that definitely were not made for walking. The stylist didn't even speak; she just scoffed as she saw him standing there in merely his boxers and turned around, beckoning for Jayden to follow her to the styling room. And so follow her he did.

[mokastar712]

Lucas:
He was literally tossed out of bed, a scream breaking his precious silence. "Let's go, let's go!" A shrill voice chirped. He rubbed his head, slowly standing up. "What do you wan... Oh." He realized it was the day of the chariot rides. Sponsors. Need to get sponsors. "Get on with it." He mumbled, walking out of the room. His stylist stared at him in surprise. "Well?" She snapped herself awake. "Oh, uh, sorry. It's just that I've never seen anyone so excited about getting ready." She piped. She skittered to a small room, her neon green and yellow flying behind her in small curls. Lucas followed. "I'm Valora, your stylist." She pointed to another person standing at the other end of the room. "That's Nico, your... other stylist." Nico frowned slightly, realizing what Valora was trying to get at. He had raven black hair, and a smug look on his face. He strolled over. "Let's get you started." He cocked his head. "We need to get you cleaned up." Valora nodded her head, and they ushered Lucas into an even smaller room. They clicked some buttons on the shower-panel and told him to wash himself. He obeyed. He came out, feeling slightly cleaner than he did before. Nico frowned even more. "This won't do." He fretted. He clicked even more buttons, and handed Lucas a sponge. "Use this." Yawning, he took another shower. "Can we get this over with?" he asked. The two stylists murmured to each other, and turned back. "I guess it'll do." Valora said. They guided him back to the room, and he sat down. "What do you think of this?" Val (I'll just call her that) asked, handing her a notebook. He flipped to a bookmarked page, studying the picture. "It looks like I'm going to be wearing a leaf." He commented with a scoff. "You're not." Nico retorted, flipping to the next page. "If you don't like that one, there's this one." He told Lucas. "Stereotypical, but okay." He agreed. The two stylist began working, handing him practically piles of clothing. He rushed to get them on.

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Emi "Venom" Heffner
district; 3
age; 16
tags; Trystan [stylist]
gender; female
crush; none
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Venom woke. She lept out of bed and dressed herself. The capitol provided piles of clothes! None caught her eye though. Venom rummaged through her clothes further, deeper. She came to a simple white cuffed long sleeve shirt. She also put on some classic denim jeans. Venom rushed into the elevator and poked the button "D2" she peeked out of the great marble doors. Grizzly was being dragged out and towards a room. "Oh, the stylists" Venom reminded herself. She pressed the "Close door" button. The marble doors slammed shut and she shot downwards to the breakfast room. Venom remembered the vast tables of food. She scooped up a plate and pranced to the biscuits and gravy. She practically smothered her biscuit with it. The eagerly made her way over to the table with turkey bacon. Soon her plate was piled high with breakfast. Venom thought of the games. She wouldn't get to eat this food there, so savor it here of course.

When Venom was scraping her plate for leftovers someone grabbed her by the collar. Venom whipped around and kicked the person's shin. The man yowled. "I just wanted to get your attention!" he scowled. Venom covered her mouth with her bacon grease coated hands. "Oh sorry, you're my stylist right?" she asked. "Yes, I'm Trystan" he replied. His teeth were still clenched in pain. "c'mon" he said, leading Venom out of the room.

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n a m e: Peyton Baker
a g e: 14
g e n d e r: Male
d i s t r i c t: 4
c r u s h: None
l o c a t i o n: Tribute Tower
t a g g e d: Abigail and Ma'dam

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Peyton stumbled half blindly behind the young girl. He was still grumpy, and even though he was normally happy, even the nicest of people crack and have bad days. The girl tugged him from room after room. He spoke out of breath, "Are you lost or something?' The girl kept running. "No, of course not. By the way, I am Abigail." Peyton was about to introduce himself when Abigail slid to a halt in front of a lavender colored door. Peyton, still going at full acceleration, nearly plummeted into the door. I have hit my head enough times to consider I might have a concussion. "We're here." Abigail chirped. Peyton huffed from being out a breath until he froze in shock at what opened the door. The woman was huge. Her bum was larger than her entire body and shook while she walked. She was about six foot five, and not thin at that. She wore a bright scarlet dress that showed every single fat deposit. She fanned herself with entirely too long nails and looked down at Peyton. "My, what iz zis! You are a chicken leg wizout ze meat!" Abigail chuckled behind him. The woman's enormous hand seized his wrist and dragged him into the room. "My name iz Ma'dam. Yus I do have anozer name, but Ma'dam iz what you shall know me az." She laid him on a table. "My zis iz disappointing. I waz hoping for a hunk from diztrict 4 with all your zwimming. Ah well." She instructed him to strip down so that they could wax him and make him look 'beautizul' as Ma'dam put it. "Abigail, you must zee what I zee! He iz skin and bonez!" (German accent. :3)

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n a m e: Olive "Viper" Flay
a g e: 16
g e n d e r: Female
d i s t r i c t: 9
c r u s h: None
l o c a t i o n: Tribute Tower
t a g g e d: Jerome

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A large muscular man stood in front of Viper. His bright pink dread-locks stood out against his dark skin. "You must be Olive." Viper nodded, "But you call me Viper." When Viper spoke had a hard time annunciating the "P" in her name. Typically it would sound like a "TH" but because it was her name, she worked on it. She didn't want people going around calling her "Vither". She also spoke with slang so she could minimize the words she said. The man crossed his bulging muscular arms across his chest, "So, my name is Jerome. I am your stylist. Let's get started shall we?" Viper could already tell she was going to like Jerome.

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Hazel Cole
nickname // Grizzly
district // 2
weapon // knife/dagger
age // 17
gender // female
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Xanun scribbled down notes on his pad of paper. "Very interesting Ms. Hunaq. This will be a stunning idea to put into play. I have already designed an angel dress. No wings on it yet just simple feathers on the top, before my tribute denied it. Forever it has lied in the dusty storage room but now it will transform." Xanun said. He put down his pen and stared into Grizzly's eyes. "I will work on this with Raina. But please let the other prep team wax you down. Brace for the pain Cole. All good things must come with a price" his lips curved into a smile as he glanced at Raina who let out a childish giggle. "Now go Hazel before the time has run out" Xanun shooed Grizzly away. Raina called back, "He's not so annoying when you get to know him!" but Grizzly already thought Xanun was a splendid stylist. She sighed and perched back on the chair. "Oh your back, finally!" Lanna growled. The team stripped Grizzly and waxed her over. They also plucked her arm hairs away. "oowww" Grizzly groaned as they rubbed her skin with a foul smelling oil that softened her skin, but made her eyes water. She stepped into the shower and washed off in the hot, calming water. Grizzly pulled back the curtains and took a long stride out. "Now curl her hair!" demanded Zylin. Lanna scrambled over to the sink where she retrieved a curler. She smoothed down Grizzly's air and curled until steam came off, then she placed it back by the sink. "Eyeshadow Lanna! I have looked at the theme for her dress. it needs to be dark, and have some white powdered on it" commanded bossy Zylin again. Lanna, the chubby orange haired woman retrieved some eye shadow, black blush, white eye powder, and mascara. Quickly, both of the stylists finished up Grizzly's face. "It looks really good" cheered Lanna. Raina peeked in "We're working, very hard!" she announced. Grizzly nodded, Watch out tributes. thought Grizzly. She smiled.

[•erin•]

{Niko: District 12}
Niko waved to Watson and walked to the elevator and pressed the 12 button. But then a boy ran in and was on the elevator with him.
[Nathan: District 1]
Nathan realized it was early morning. He ran to the elevator and saw a boy on already. He was, Nathan guessed, from 12.

[☆ jupiter]

venus abhreme||female||16||d.8||tagged; no tags/no crush
Venus was cringing, even as she was dressed in her chariot costume, which was alarmingly feathery. When her stylist - Clarenton, as she found out his name was - saw her repulsed expression, he grew furious. "I have made zhe perfect costume for your deest-trict that represents your artistic clothing and you thank me with dees-gust? Outrageous!" his face was redder than a tomato as he spoke.
So Venus, without further complaint, scrambled into her costume and allowed the assistant stylists to tediously apply heinous amounts of makeup on her. What she hated more than the itchy, heavy costume and the too-polished face was that she hated feeling like one of the capitol citizens, and she was sure her district partner did too (EVEN THOUGH SHE CURRENTLY DOESN'T HAVE ONE). However, Venus would try to flash a warm smile to the crowd when the time came, and try to woo them over with her dainty charm as much as she could.


jayden ruth||male||17||d.2||no tags/no crush
Jayden allowed his prissy stylist, whose name, ironically, was Priscilla, to wax, clean, trim and dress him without protest in a pinstriped brick-red suit that had dark maroon shoulder pads and with a patterned, textured cream turtleneck with a dark gray tie. It wasn't as obnoxious as some of the other districts' chariot costumes but it was still just as itchy and uncomfortable. Priscilla, once he exited the dressing room, gave him another scoff, and for the first time of the whole styling session, spoke to Jayden; "It is a shame that a mockery of a tribute like yourself is bearing my clothing. But so be it," She scoffed. Jayden merely rolled his eyes, continuing to prepare for the chariot rides.

[•erin•]

{Niko: District 12}
Niko walked to his room. His eyes were baggy and he fell on his bed. But almost 5 seconds after that someone put a cold hand on his back. He rolled over to find a girl that was around his age with bleach white hair. Her hair looked like a butterfly and she had a lot of makeup on. "Are you my stylist?" Niko muttered. "Yes. Now come on we have lots of work to do." She said straight faced.

[Soul_Eater.]

Rose
Rose was suddenly grabbed by the arm by a man and tossed into a room full of costume and makeup supplies. "Hi, I'm Vylad, your stylists and its time to get you ready for the charity rides." He told Rose. "Ok... Do you have any ideas for what I'm wearing?" Rose asked Vylad. "Do I have any ideas? Pfft, of course I do!
I was thinking a long dress, with branch like designs on it. Here, let me show you the dress." He reached for the dress and showed it to her. ( http://g01.a.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1b_YuIFXX ... 40x640.jpg here's a link for anyone interested in seeing what it looks like) "*Gasp* It's beautiful.." "Of course it is. I made it." He told her. "Now go get it on, that way I can start on your makeup." He said, and made her scurry to the bathroom that the room had.

[•erin•]

{Niko: District 12}
Niko looked at his stylist she might have been pretty if she didn't have hair that looked like a butterfly and so much make up. "What am I going to look like?" Niko asked. His stylist reviled an outfit. { http://www.theskinnybeep.com/wp-content ... n-Week.jpg } He groaned seeing what he was going wear.

[Nathan: District 1]
Nathan was confronted by his stylist in the elevator. "I was wondering when you'd be here." She said with a smirk. He learned her name was Rorin. She had silver eyeliner on but that was about it. When they got to the styling room she showed him what he was going to wear. [ http://g01.a.alicdn.com/kf/HTB12kL1HVXX ... -Fancy.jpg ] "Not bad." He muttered.