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Mare stays quiet but follows Maci. "Why were you hiding for so long?" she repeats Maci's question to herself in her head. Why was she hiding for so long? Mare didn't think she had an answer to the question. She ponders this for a little while, stopping when she overhears the men talking about Maci taking medicine. Her curiosity gets the best of her and she follows the voices.

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"I'm glad she likes me." Maci says happily. Feeling much calmer, she takes a seat next to Faith, not wanting to leave right away. "I'm sorry you are here. I feel bad for you and Ariel. Both of you shouldn't be here." She pauses, her gaze sharpens as she shoots daggers at nobody in particular. "The Capitol is truly an evil place."
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The two Peacekeepers pause by the cafeteria, quickly spotting Meya. "Hey!" The largest one with the squeaky voice barks. "What are you doing out? You know you aren't allowed to roam the halls at free will!"
The second Peacekeeper, who was surprisingly short and thin, takes a step forward. "Leave, now!" He commands. He starts to draw his tazer, flashing it at Meya threateningly.

Mare stops when she hears more voices. She realizes how far she has gone, following the original sounds. She hears some peacekeepers threatening someone. "Hey, leave her alone!" Mare says, surprising herself with her daring. She appears in between the peacekeepers and Meya. Mare positions herself so she's defending Meya, and narrows her eyes threateningly.

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A moment of shocked silence passes between the two before they start laughing. "Take them out. If they won't learn they easy way, then they'll learn the hard way." The smaller one demands. The larger lounges towards the two. Foolishly going after Mare first. He attempts to stab the tazer into her neck to momentarily paralyze her.

The other Peacemaker, the smaller one. Doesn't wait for Meya to reply. Mare had put him on edge, so he was expecting her to fight back with Mare. He tries to tackle her, but falls short, he had miscalculated the distance between them. This had only made him more furious, now he was going to fight for his job and to save his pride. He manages to quickly stand up and race forward. He didn't have a tazer, intead he had a baton, which he raises in the air and was prepared to hit her with.

"And this'll be your first mistake." Mare says, smiling. She gets into position. She begins defending herself against the peacekeepers. Whenever the tazer gets anywhere near her, she goes Specter. The temperature quickly lowers to close to zero, which doesn't seem to bother Mare at all. Remembering her years of martial arts training, she quickly subdues the smaller of the two peacekeepers and readies herself for the second.

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Meya instantly cowered down after being noticed by the Peacekeepers. She didn’t listen to the rules earlier, and now she might have to pay for it. She covered her head as the Peacekeeper’s approached, but soon put it back up as Mare stepped in front of her. It then dawned on her that the Peacekeeper’s were going to hurt someone because of her.

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T'val paused what she was doing, hearing commotion outside the little room she'd found. Stepping out, she followed the sounds into the cafeteria, frozen nearly in shock as the scene unfolds. After a few moments, she shouted, "That's enough!" Her pace was steady and large as she strode forwards, her eyes narrowed as little flashes of a scene that hadn't yet occurred flashed before them. They showed the little Peacekeeper sprinting through an afterimage, then laying still. Sighing to herself, she reached out to strike the larger one. What am I getting myself into?

The sounds of the struggle tugged at Faith's attention and she along with Maci stuck their heads out to investigate, but both chose to just not get involved.

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Mare smiled to herself again. Mare flung herself at the bigger peacekeeper, and (basically began assaulting them) began her coordinated attack. Years of taekwondo and jujitsu kept her safe during her attack. "This'll teach you to attack someone defenseless!" she snarls. "Yurei would be proud." she thought. Yurei hated people who attacked when others backs were turned. "Cowards." Mare would always flinch when Yurei would snarl at peacekeepers back at home.

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Meya quickly stood up, the room was in chaos and it was her fault. She mustered the courage to speak one word, “Stop!” she shouted. Everyone who could hear what she said froze in place for a few seconds due to her power. During that time she sprinted away and started running to her room, clumsily dropping the food she had snagged.

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T'val felt her body cease up, only allowing her to try and step between the Peacekeepers and Mare when Meya sprinted away. Shoving both of the battling people to the sides, she tried to keep them at bay, hoping that she might keep anything else from going wrong. The small Peacekeeper rushed the girl, seemingly intent on tackling her out of the way now. She swallowed hard, knowing what would happen. Backpedaling a few steps, she held out her hands. "Sto-" He leapt through an afterimage, eyes going dark as he struck her. The weight from the suddenly failed tackle sent her sprawling, pushing the Peacekeeper aside and rolling to her feet. She stayed silent, turning to the large Peacekeeper and Mare. "Both of you, that's enough. Get out of here."

Mare turned around to follow Meya. She turned her head before leaving. "That was an interesting move." she commented, sounding emotionless. "Just next time, don't let him hit you." she adds. She holds up her hand to wave, and disappears, going Specter. The freezing temperature slowly rises back to normal. Mare follows the trail of food, occasionally picking some up. When she get's to Meya's room, she knocks on the door, places the collected food on a paper plate outside the door and leaves.

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The night everyone was dreading was finally here, the interviews. Everyone was backstage as they waited for the interviews to start.

Faith was wearing a violet number while the newborn was wearing a similar outfit, Salvadore was wearing a crisp black suit with a similar shirt of the same fabric to match Faith and his daughter.

Pearl was wearing an ocean-themed dress and twirled a little for Sorrento to see. "What do you think? Is it a little much?"

Lucky tugged on the bust part of her dress wishing it to go higher, she also wished that it wasn't as long as she was afraid it would rip if she tripped over it.

Alana was wearing a tanktop Eevee-themed dress that stopped just above her knees.

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Zahara was once again dolled up. She had shown that she had a feisty nature, so they had changed her pink attire to red. Why? Because blood is red so that equals feisty and dangerous.
Zahara snorts at her stylist's lack of creativity, but she doesn't object to anything he put on her. She wears a long red gown that hung off the shoulders. He had painted her long nails red and had taken the bows out of her hair, allowing it to hang loosely behind her back. They added the finishing touch by curling her hair and adding a bit of blush and mascara onto her face. Zahara was oddly surprised by her reaction. She had to admit, she actually looked pretty.
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Maci was once again placed into a white dress. Again, she had to listen to her stylist call her "his little swan." Like Zahara, her stylist seemed to lack creativity. He places her in a white dress. He had curled some of her hair and placed it in a high ponytail, then he let some strand of her hair hang loose. With that done, he added fake lashes on her eyes along with dark eyeshadow. After all that, she was done and allowed to leave. She doesn't bother looking at her reflection, she was just eager to get this over with.

T'val had, at most, tolerated the second wave of pushing, pulling, prodding, tugging, her eyes closed and her face neutral. Light blue lipstick was smeared across her lips, shiny eyeshadow of the same color brushed across her eyelids while her lashes were decorated with similar sparkles. a questionable dress was wrapped around the Tribute, the lack of covering for her belly once again making her uncomfortable. It was like the Capitol was trying to make her feel awkward. Most likely, that was the truth.


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Phenix had waited as his hair was combed into neat organization and his face attacked with color, nearly attacking the stylist and crushing his mind. The outfit he was given was somewhat obnoxious, restricting his movement and making him feel both awkward and fat at once. A white shirt under a jacket, combined with black trousers and dress shoes made for a rather boring costume, even if it made Phenix look a little fancy.

Lifei was wearing a blue dress, and Echo was wearing a red dress. Lifei wore a flower crown and her hair was a beautiful ocean color. Echo wore rings as well as earrings. It was by request, well threatening as both didn’t like their previous pink dresses. Stupid stylist. Lifei looked into the mirror, before twirling around. It would look like she was admiring herself, but one her last pirouette she whacked the stylist with her fists, before stepping on their hand with her heels and walking off, flipping her hair

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"Dear, you look stunning in anything." Sorrento assured with a smile, fiddling with the cuffs of his own outfit slightly. It wasn't stuffy per say, in fact it was quite loose. He couldn't understand why his stylists thought that it would be a good idea to place him in a darker outfit fit for a vampire prince. It was just so outside his style that he felt a little bit awkward in it. "Really though, you outshine everyone else here. I'm halfway tempted to cover you up with my jacket."

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It seemed that her stylists wanted to keep with the knightly theme. As she dipped her down, allowing the stylist to refresh her undercut and letting the makeup artist draw light brown streaks over her eyelids, her double eyelids making it hard for the eyeliner to show properly. The outfit was heavy as always, but at least she had a prop sword to hang by her side which was cool enough she supposed. As she joined the rest of the tributes, she had to hold in a snort at another tribute's outfit who looked like the anti-thesis of her own outfit, looking like a monster who Narukami was supposed to kill as the righteous knight. What a dumb angle to go for but she'd take any edge she'd get. Her eyes found out T'val and she walked over seeing the other's visible discomfort. While her outfit was gorgeous and quite the piece, she could see that T'val's exposed stomach was causing her pretty face to scrunch up in an unpleasant way. With a sigh, she walked over, unpinning the half cape around her shoulders and handing it over. "Would clipping this around your waist help?" She suggested. The half cape could complement the outfit T'val had, still light and weightless to fit the mystical aesthetic that the other rocked but provided her with the comfort that Narukami could see that she needed.

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It seemed like Shiloh had not properly decided what she chose as the thing that she had been fearing most when she realized that she had been chosen for the Hunger Games. To be fair, she had already been in complete and utter shock. So, she didn't really have the best mental state to be making lists. So, she had to just decide that she was completley scared, was completley on the verge of tears for what seemed like the millionth time, and just wished that she could go home, though Shiloh was aware that was not going to be possible, at least unless she won. But she couldn't always act the way that she had in the training room. Not unless she wanted to do the job of the other tributes and kill herself from exhaustion. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself. In an attempt to make her look decent for the interview, the stylist had managed to convince Shiloh, though she couldn't protest much, to cover the plain white bandages, to wear a black mask. The thought had passed through her head that maybe, she shouldn't hide her scars, but flashes of the pitying, the shocked, the weirded-out looks that she had gotten over the years convinced her otherwise, and she stood in front of the mirror, numbly looking up and down at the dress that she was wearing. Dressed up again, she thought. When would this end? When she was dead in a coffin.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, our master of ceremonies: Caesar Flickermen!" From on stage the audience burst into applause as a man who has hosted for over forty years stood up from his chair and addressed the crowd. He was wearing the same midnight blue suit with thousands of tiny electric bulbs dotted on it making it look like stars in the night sky. His hairstyle too was the same as always but dyed a different color every year, this year was pink. It was eerie 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 showtime.

Salvadore went first, much to his surprise. His angle was modest and calm, after three minutes a buzzer went off and he left the stage, immediately going to Faith's side.

(Alright, Imma head out for work. Remember to do your own unless you need prompting from RaRa)

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“Echo Darkstar” The aforementioned girl stepped onto the raised platform, her black combat boots hitting the ground. She drew out her chair noisily, before plonking down, crossing her legs and rolling her eyes. “Let’s get this over with, The sooner it’s over, the better.” Ceasar cleared his throat. “Okay! Question 1, How do you feel about your scores, and how do you think you’ll fare?” “Doesn’t matter, I honestly couldn’t give a [censored] about my scores.” She replied, twirling her pocket knife in the air. “Well, okay, next question. How do you feel about your...girlfriend being in the competition as well?” Echo scoffed “You put her there you clueless baboon. Can we move on? Stop wasting my time and asking stupid questions” “Very well, Ms Echo. Next question. What is your opinion of the other tributes?” Ceasar asked, glancing nervously at Echo, who had switched to looking idly at her nails. Echo lifted her head “I wonder if I could scratch you and draw blood with these. Stop trying to get information out of me. Goodbye.” And with that, she flipped her hair and left, earning some “oohs” from a shocked, but delighted audience.

“Lifei” LiFei swung up on stage, elegantly, adjusting her crown before sitting prettily on the chair. “Get me a damn cushion, this seat is uncomfortable” She clicked her tongue in annoyance, snapping her fingers, as someone brought her one. “So, What do you—“ Cesar was interrupted by Lifei unwrapping a lollipop and sticking it into her mouth. “Yeah? Go on, it’s not like I’m stopping you” Lifei answered. “O-oh okay. What do you plan to do during the competition.” Silence, Lifei couldn’t be bothered to answer. The same happened for the next few questions, before Lifei got up, slammed her hand on the table, and screamed “Shut up, you noisy donkey. Go deliver pizza or something, I don’t know. Just shut up and go away before I seriously kill you” With a finishing flourish, she flung her knife, missing Cesar by a mere millimeter, slicing of a bit of his hair, as she stalked off, still maintaining elegance.

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