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Chakti nodded, then said, " I'll stop by my room and change there, then we'll get you warmed up. " He still looked guilty about not knowing when the arena days would start. He stepped around the pool and snatched the pair of shorts he had originally had, wrapping them up in themselves and holding them in one hand. Turning back around to face Emmie, he remembered about all the tattoos on his back and flinched a little.

Emmie looked curiously at the markings on her back. She shrugged it off and nods. She heads back to her room. She makes a big and warm fire.

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Chakti went to his room, taking note of where Emmie had gone, and quickly changed into a clean pair of chill clothes: A loose T-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. Grabbing and extra blanket from the corner of his room, he jogged over to Emmie's room, knocking on the door for permission to enter.

Emmie opened the door. "Hi." she says. She looks relieved. She has a woolen sweater on and has a pair of sweatpants.

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As the night slowly wnet on, the tirbutes slowly trickled to their rooms and went to sleep. Eventually came the night everyone was dreading: Their interviews.

Kyu's dress
Rita's dress
Leaf's dress
Scarlet's dress
Nova's dress

Everyone was standing back stage as they waited for it to start.

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The crowd outside murmered and laughed, a low tide of noise that pressed against Adelaide's senses like a gauze, stifling and musty. Most of her face, and therefore distinguishing features was covered by a golden mask, and she wore a dress that resembled a fierce bird of prey, had it been inlaid in gold. Magnificent golden wings protruded proudly from her back.

her outfit

Kayda wears a very simple white dress. This isn't what makes her stand out. A cape made of pure light floats behind her. Simple white orbs float around her as she walks around. She'll be exhausted from this by the time her interview is over. But if it makes her stand out, then that's all that matters.

Harlow doesn't really care about being all dolled up. She requests a simple red dress. Her hair has been curled and she wears dark eye shadow and mascara to make her eyes stand out. She smiles when she spots Leaf. Her enthusiasm for how Leaf looks being much higher than herself. "You look stunning!" She whispers breathlessly.

Tempest wanted to make the capitol mad. Nothing angered the capitol more than a debate amongst each other. She wears a black and blue dress(fight me on this! xD). She also wears a mask that covers half of her face. She smiles at herself when she catches sight of herself in the mirror. "This'll be fun!" She tells herself.

Gleen itched to be interviewed. She wears the one of the far right. Her earrings have been replaced with this. She sits regally in her seat her hair falls onto her shoulders.

Emmie fidgets in this dress. She looks nervously around at the people. Her mentor instructed her to play innocent and humble, so she would do just that. Her simple hairstyle pulls at her head, making her wince. She gingerly touches the comb her stylist put in her hair. She has clip on earrings on. These

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"Ladies and gentlemen, our master of cerimonies: Caesar Flickermen!" From on stage the arudence burst into applause as a man who has hosted for over forty years stood up from his chair and adressed the crowd. He was wearing the same midnight blue suit with thousands of tiny elecitric bulbs dotted on it making it look like starts in the night sky. His hairstyle too was the same as always, but dyed a diffrent color every year, this year was red. Rita swore that it looked like he was bleedeing. It was errie how little he had changed from what must've been many, many surgeries to look younger and thinner. Caesar warmed up the crowd with a few jokes then it was show time.

"Gleen."

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Fiddling with his belt, Julian was quite restless, messing with his cuffs, his shoes, hell even his hair which had purple hyacinths braided into the blue strands. As always, he had his locket on his body but this time he had left it hanging in plain sight, no longer hidden under his shirt. He knew what he wanted to say, to present himself as, but hell he was nervous. He wasn't much of a talker, he left that to his spouses, but now that he was back in the arena, talking would be his biggest asset. Breathing out, Julian focused on the upcoming hurdle.

Fiddling with the thin scarf draped over his neck, Molly could hardly contain his nerves, breathing slightly off kilter. After he had found out that he had received a whooping 9, he had constantly been on edge. He didn't know what to do anymore with such a large target on his back. He was bound to gain the attention of people in the capital and within the other tributes as well and honestly, he didn't want it. The attention always meant jeers and bruises blooming over his fair skin, the pain that Molly didn't want to feel ever again. He reached back to play with his hair, grasping at empty air as he forgot that his hair had been tied up in a rather flattering bun, secured by two long hair pins. Even his pants seemed to draw a lot of eastern influence, the navy hakama flowing loosely around his frame. Honestly, his pink suit should look slightly out of place among the very oriental appearance than he had been placed in, but the designers had worked it so that it blended both eastern and western fashion together seamlessly. Keeping his head down, Molly gulped as he could only wait.

Gateguard was quite thankful that his designers had listened out to his plans and had styled him appropriately. The white robe that was draped around his shoulders and pined in place gave his a much needed air of menace and mystique, the free flowing scarf only adding to his almost mobster appearance. The deep neckline of his violet dress shirt along with the first few buttons undone could be considered quite scandalous from where he was from as half of his chest was exposed, but this was the capital where nudity seemed to not be as taboo as it was in other districts. The high-waist tight pants that hugged his legs also did a wonderful job in showing off his assets, muscles visible through the translucent fabric. Honestly, he was embarrassed by his get-up, even more when his designer suggested just taking off his shirt on stage, but this was for survival. He could power through his embarrassment for the day. Glancing around, his eyes landed on Tempest, taking a moment to recognize her as she had the mask on, and he went over to greet her.

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Gleen walks onto the stage. She delivers a flashing smile. "Hello!" she says brightly, as if she wasn't a psychopath. Gleen smiles at more capital people. One of them faints. Her earring catch the light as she walks. Her red hair lighter then ceasers, but none the less flashy.

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"Wecome Gleen. What do you think your biggest strenghts are going to be in the arena?" Ceasr asked.

Leaf looked back at harlow. "I just wish they made this a bit longer. I feel like I'm asking for all this attention in this." Leaf admited tugging a bit at the skirt as if this would somehow make it longer to cover her quaking knees. "And I hate pink."

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Gleen shrugged. Her eyes took on a dangerous look. She stroked the arm chair, slowly turning it to emeralds. "Oh I don't know..." she said, looking up as if she was deep in thought.

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A nervous chuckle came from Ceasar. "Do you feel prepared with all the training you've had thus far?"

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Tempest glances up as Gateguard walks towards her. She smiles at his rather... Exposing outfit. She could tell why Gateguard's stylist had chosen to do that. "You are going to steal all of my sponsors looking like that!" Tempest tells Gateguard teasingly. "What kind of personality do you think you'll show the sponsors?" Tempest asks.

"Attention is what we want. Although I do agree.. it's not the most desirable way to get attention" Harlow agrees. "It's quite a pity you don't like pink. You look gorgeous in that color"

"Oh yes!" Gleen says. "The training is excellent." she is sucking it up to the crowd. "Such amazing services." she adds.

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"Are you sure?" Leaf asked slowly turning in a circle for Harlow. Leaf was wearing black flats and her hair was down aside from her bangs which were pulled back into a small ponytail. She had a light amount of blush on her cheeks and a bit of dark pink eyeshadow which made her emerald eyes pop. She almost looked as danity and innocent as a doll.

A fewt trickles of amusment murmmered through the crowd. "Now Gleen, our time's about up so I have one last question to ask you. What would you do if you won the games?"

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Gateguard groaned, and rubbed the back of his hair. It had been left styled which was a blessing; he didn't know how much more embarrassment he could take. "I uh... was planning on that actually." He confessed with a red face and chuckle. "I'm going to see if I can charm the capital into giving us some goodies. Of course, I'll be sharing what I get with you." He explained with what he hoped was a charismatic smile.

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"I'd go back to my district, and continue to make luxury items for the amazing people in the capital!" to demonstrate her point, she summons a ruby and some emeralds. "I do hope that everyone likes them." Gleen says, almost humbly.

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Harlow puts a hand on her chin and thoughtfully taps her chin as if she were thinking. "Hmm" she draws out. "Well now that you bring it up-.." she puts a soft smile on her face so that Leaf realizes Harlow is teasing her. "You look amazing, as you always do. Actually you look really innocent. Which is good. Everyone is going to underestimate you. And I can tell you first-hand, that is very dangerous" she laughs "I'm lucky that you love me. Otherwise I would be dead by now" she jokes. But then winces at it. Not the right time and place... "Sorry" she says quickly.

"Ohh Tempest says. "That is certainly going to be different." If she tried to do that, she would die of embarrassment. "I wasn't too worried about you hiding items from me, you don't need to defend yourself" she assures him. "You'll do great out there.... I hope you don't mind me asking, but do you have a significant other? If so, act like you are talking with him or her (I know he's a him, but Tempest doesn't). That may help ease off the embarrassment?"