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    Dallas tried to smile, but he couldn't stop thing Nguyen of the huge crowds ahead. He has major stage fright. He stop tall and stright, though. He liked Hadrian's outfit. It reminded him of the fields at home. He looked out the window, suddenly confident. He smiled at the cheering crowd. They cheered louder, and their bright pink and purple and green and purple faces lit up with excitement.


    Mandy looked out the window. She glared at the people lining the tracks. She hated them, and their games. They only wanted to she her die. Then she remembered - act sweet. So her scowl changed to a dazzling smile and she waved, grinning.

    OOC: I'm okay with using the outfits if you guys are. They definitely do represent all of the districts, and I must say that I am jealous of Mandy's dress for the Opening Ceremony. It would also spare us all from the burden of thinking up costumes for it. One more thing, make sure that we are all keeping to our allies. ;)


    IC: Cassie felt the train stop and stood. Jacob looked at her and simply nodded, before turning and exiting the door. She watched before she followed, looking over at Rhys once before her feet hit the white walkway. Outside, it was much louder. All of the people from the Capitol seemed to have shown up. She gave them a weak smile before turning away. "Really? That's all that you have? You're going to have to do better than that to gain sponsors or even to stay alive." Cassie looked at him square in the eyes. She wanted to stay alive, she really did, but this wasn't have idea of a fight.


    "Why should I wave to them when all they are doing are placing bids on who will kill me?" That shut him up for a minute or two, enough for her to be hustled into a large building and shoved in a room by herself. She turned around and banged on the door, not knowing what was going on where she was. Eventually, three people came in and laid her down on a flat table where they explained to her what they were going to do. There, she was poked and prodded, shaved and washed. Eventually, she looked like a pretty human being with gentle black curls cascading down her back. But they weren't done yet. From there, they put her hair into a tight side bun with colored clips inside of it to match her outfit that she had yet to see. They left one small strand of hair on the opposite side of her head hanging down to display her new curls. They put on some makeup: blush, mascara, black eye shadow and bright red lipstick, and painted her nails black with a different colored dot on each nail.

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    OOC: That's alright. I kind of forgot about that, sorry, Legends.


    IC: Spense forced a smile, stumbling slightly. His hazel gaze jumping from face to face, astonished by the crazy things that the capitol people did to themselves. He gave Sage a small glance as they were sperated to go get ready for the chariots. He followed a group of a woman and two men who were his styling crew and they carefully walked him through what was all going to go down. After lots of poking, prodding, and Spense's complaints. They made him take a shower so his skin was clean. When he stepped out he was handed a robe and told to sit on the table while he waited for his stylist, Thea. The quickly combed his hair so it was already ready for Thea.


    Hadrian waved as they walked, her brown eyes sparkling and her silky, black curls bouncing around her shoulders. She skipped along and stopped when her styling crew took her away to get preped. She waved good-bye to Dallas and followed the three women to the white, marble room she was to get ready in. She obidiently did as they told her, but she still complained about the plucking, and poking, and prodding, and waxing. They gave her a bath where they put some honey smelling shampoo in her hair that made it a bit straighter so that they could put it up into a bun. Once she was done with the bath, she also was given a white robe and they sat her down on a table. Then, they started their work. They braided parts of Hadiran's hair and pulled it up into a bun, letting a strand of hair hang out and tucked it beind her ear. They put on brown/tan-ish and gold colored make up on her and lighter colored blush. After they left, the child waited in silence, swinging her legs back and fourth, rythmically.[/fancypost][color=white][size=5pt]© » F e a t h e r

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    Carter thought for a bit, then answered "I'm sorry..." She paused for a little bit before adding, "I would only drag you down. I'm not strong and I would just take up supplies. The only thing going for me is that I'm fast." As she was talking she looked away. To avoid any awkwardness, she quickly added, "I think it's time to go. I think I heard some of the tributes already." With that she left the room and started down the car to the exit. When she stepped out her face turned pale. There was so many people, a lot of them looking at her. She didn't wave or smile, she just quickly walked along. She tried to keep her mind blank to drown out all of their cheering. Before she knew it, she was in a room with a few other people. She was ushered to a table where they prodded at her. The washed her and brushed her hair. They straightened her naturally unruly hair and messed with it more. She wanted to complain, but she held her tongue.[hr]
    Jacklynn stepped off the train with a big smile. The waved to all of the Capitol people. This smile wasn't her fake smile from before, for this smile was real. It was a smile of her thinking up all the strategies she could use in the arena. She walked along until she was shoved into a building and then into a room. She looked at the door with a grimace then back at the room. Eventually a few people came in. They looked as strange as the Capitol people, but only a bit less. They ushered her to take wash herself and she didn't complain. Afterwards she was put on a table and was prodded some more.
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    [justify]Hazen was lead with his stylist, who he had heard was named Cirrus. She had puffy white hair, like the cloud she was named for. She brought with her two other woman. Hazen was poked, prodded, washed, dried, basically cleaned to the bone. They cut is longer hair into a crew cut that quaffed at the front. Cirrus didn't talk much to him but she seamed nice enough and Hazen could tell she was planning for him to look good.


    Sage watched Spence moved away with a stylist team. As Sage watched him leave, her sense of security was leaving her as well. Being with someone from her own district, who at least she would attempt to survive with, who understood that she wanted to go home to the tall forests of district seven. she liked being near him. He understood that she wanted to go home and that she knew she was going to die. She was swiped away with her stylist team. It was lead by a man named Wiltian. Wiltian was a medium height man with gold and green eyes. He had longer, brown hair with green tips that looked like freshly cut grass. He looked over Sage like she was cattle. "I want her cleaned, waxed, her eyebrows need attention, do her hair simple, and then the outfit last." she told his team in a matter of face tone. After all that was carries, out, Wiltian also had them pierce Sage's ears. It didn't hurt during it, neither after. He had said they were only temporary and wouldn't hurt due to technology embedded in the stud. Sage's tried not to pay attention to what they were doing to her, also because her mind was more focused of what body part was hurting the most at the moment.
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    Finn listened to Carter tell him not to worry about her, disregarded it, then followed her out of the train. He knew what his mission in the games was. He didn't want to be selfish and hide his way through. If he was going to be apart of something this terrible might as well make the most of it. He would be looking out for Carter in the arena, whether she liked it or even knew it was happening.
    He was shocked out of his thoughts by bone shaking applause. He hadn't really bothered to see his mentors except once when he first boarded the train. First piece of advice they had told him, make them love you. He smiled and waved at the crowd before he was swept away by who he assumes to be his stylists. The leader of them was named Fox. He didn't know if this was a nickname, but he had fiery red hair, and a very high-pitched voice he felt grated against his eardrums. Finn was quite glad when he was done giving the rest of the styling team instructions and left.
    He was washed, plucked, and groomed to near perfection. After he was squeaky clean they began prepping him for his outfit. He watched as they applied gray and black makeup to make a fading effect up his leg, fading out at about his knee. They then applied false pieces of coal to his legs with this 'special' glue. He was then too weirded out to pay much attention to what they put on him. He just did whatever they told him to, not saying a word.

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    OOC: I don't have time to reply, but the allies are posted in the first post and they're just getting off the train, Marshmellow. :)

    OOC: thanks :3


    IC:
    Judith walked off the train. She gazed around at everyone. She never realized how many people there. She sighed and walked toward where everyone was heading. She wondered how it would go.

    OOC: I just wanted to let you all know that I am not normally this inactive. I simply have five projects that I must do before the end of vacation, and it's been taking up most of my time. So I am sorry, but hopefully when school starts, it will go back to normal. Thanks! :) And also, who has read The Selection before? Just wondering because I may start an RP and I want to see how many people would be interested. You guys obviously don't have to join though. :)


    IC: Cassie looked at all of these people around her putting makeup on her. They had introduced themselves as Red, Xiona, and Chima. They told her that she was done and sat her up. She was given a small robe and escorted to another room by herself. All they said to her was "wait here" before they walked away. There was a small table in the room, so she sat down on it and waited quietly, wondering who was going to walk through the door now.

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    ☆Twinkle?!


    OOC:
    Mind the invisible scrollie c:
    I haven't yet, my friend bought the book on Valentines day and told me when she was done, I could borrow it. She explained to me that it's like the princess version of Hungergames/Divergent, except for they aren't fighting to the death, they're competeing for the prince, I think.


    IC:
    Hadrian looked up as a door opened and a man entered. He smiled widely at her shock, he looked like a normaly person. Not some freak from the Capitol, like a human being from one of the districts. "Ah," The man said looking her over, "Looks like Aisley, Jerome, and Reasha did as I asked. As you know, for the chariots, you will be wearing something that represents your district. Last year, the tributes were cows. The last stylists for district ten really had no idea what a mess they made." He said, shaking his head with a sigh. "But, this year, every stylist is going out of our ways to make you kids look good. It is the Quarter Quell after all. This year, instead of bein cowboys like normal, you will be something alot different." He pulled out the outfit Hadrian was to wear. She gasped, her eyes widening, it was beautiful for a cow. The man, who she learned was named Oakley, chuckled. "Up, up, child, let's get you dressed, shall we? The opening ceremony shall start soon." The girl nodded and gingerly took the clothing from him and shuffled away to go get changed. She slipped into the sleeveless leotard, it was tan with all sorts of different brands that would be on a cow's flank. As she put on the dark brown chaps, Oakley quickly placed in little nubs on her head, giving her horns to look like a cow. Hadrian looked up as he grabed her by the shoulders and lead her to a covered mirror. He tore off the cover and once again, the girl gasped. She had never seen her reflection much, only in the distorted puddles and the day her mother did her hair for the reaping. Her first andonly reaping. She thought she looked beautiful. She turned and hugged Oakley, "Thank you." She whispered and he laughed. She frowned and looked back in the mirror. "Now I don't want to die, if I win the games, you could make me more beautiful clothes." She sighed, and he chuckled again. "Now, you must wait longer. I know, child, you are fed u with all the waiting, but wait for the call of the trumpets, everyone else must be ready too." Hadrian nodded and sat back down on the table, looking around.
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    OOC: Yes, that's basically it. You should definitely read it! I just finished the first one and am on the second one now, and they are great. So do you think you would be interested in doing it? It's fine if you aren't or you want to wait. I'm going to see how many other people are interested, too. It's going to be interesting because there are 35 girls in the competition and I want to get as many as possible, but obviously 35 is unrealistic. The rest would just be fillers, but someone would have to play the Prince as well.

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    ☆Twinkle?!


    OOC:
    It sounds really interesting, I may join, even though I haven't read it. I'll probably get the book today and start reading, yesterday she said she was done with it already, so I'll see if I can borrow it.
    Mind the invisible scrollie c:


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    OOC: Okay yay! It's a really quick read because of how engaging it is. I was finished in a few days, but I would've finished earlier if I didn't have so much things to do. :) And when you read it, tell me if you're team Aspen or team Maxon. :)

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    ☆Twinkle?!


    OOC:
    Mind the invisible scrollie c:
    Alrighty! :)


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    Recap? I was busy plus this weird guy called us to say he knew we were on the internet and knew what we were doing. So we didn't go on yesterday.

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    OOC: That's a bit creepy...


    IC: Once his stylists, who he had picked up were, Skylar, Vixi, and Orpheus, were done coating his body in makeup, they excused themselves to go get the main outfit. Finn just sat there, wondering how Carter was doing.
    I wonder what our 'costumes' will be,     he thought as he was waiting.



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