Panem

((OOC Request - can everyone tag their characters please? In first person, it's impossible to tell who anyone is otherwise.))

I followed Rita through the expensive looking halls of whatever Capitol building I was in. We had a pretty great view of the city; only 11 and 12 were above us in the building. I barely noticed it, though.

Rita threw open her door and revealed an extremely messy room. Considering what I've seen of others, like Eileen or the cheering aristocrats, they're all very prim and proper. Rita looks borderline hoarder, with piles of fabrics, clothes, and other accessories piling up on the floors. In the center was a chair and mirror, with surrounding tables filled with brushes and makeup and razors. Rita shoved me down in the chair. "Stay still, I have a lot to do," She instructed.

"Sure," I said halfheartedly. Rita ran her hand through my shorter hair and tried several things with it: pulling it off my forehead, combing it to the side, holding up different colors to it to see if it would look better red or brown or black.

(OOC: mind if i be most of the npc, because I usaully controll them accedenly) When she put the tv on mute, at first I thought she didn't like the noise of the tv. Then I noticed three things, one, the tv wasn't even on when she pressed mute, two she hasn't said a word, and three, she put her hand up in the sign to say something. I learnt sign language off by heart, and several other languages, but putting her hand up could be just a stretch, now I know that she's mute. ''so your a mute'' I blurted out. I slapped my hands to my mouth. that might be rudei thougtI can't believe I just said that, damn i'm an idiot. I waited for her answer, hoping she wasn't offended.

(oops, forgot to tag charcter, i'll tag it now

(OOC: @KILLERZARIC It's fine. Even though I like playing a lot of NPCs, in this roleplay I'd rather you do it)

After we shook hands, we were sent into the rooms in the hall for the final good byes, or so a lot of people called it. Considering this would be the last time we say people we knew before we went to get killed. The people we know get to see us killed, and we don't get to see them, I mean we're the ones being killed. Well, it's a bit like war, but that doesn't matter.

I didn't think I would get anybody to visit me for a final good bye, I mean, who'd really want to, however, I was suprised when I saw my mother walk in. She looked a bit cross. "Com Chellinos Exburna!" she shouted, "You just had to go ahead and get yourself picked, didn't you?! Well, then again, you can consider yourself lucky. You could have died in something more shameful, like fighting a cat, with three legs, and trimmed claws, that had been drugged. Or of course you could have tossed yourself into a Nuclear Rector. Getting your hair set on fire or taking an arrow to the knee would at least say, that you tried. Of course, if you fail, nobody even really cares that you tried, thinking 'You might as well have not tried, it's wasting effort, you died anyway, and there is no reward for that, oh, and the afterlife is illogical'." I tried to speak, but no words came out. Then her expression immidiately changed, as she tightly hugged me.

"This is new," I told her, my arms wrapper around her back. "Oh Com, I'm sorry for the way I've treated you," she replied, almost in tears, "Ever since your father died, I just, didn't know how to take care of you, but you did scare easily," I chuckled, a bit annoyed by that last statement. She started singing something. I then realized, my mom had the best singing voice.

The song she was singing sounded sarcastic, and though the lyrics said one thing, she was trying to portray the oppisite meaning, so the lyrics were funny as she chuckled at them as she sang.

"Goodbye, my only friend,
Oh, did you think I meant you?
That would be funny if it weren’t so sad,
Well you have been replaced,
I don’t need anyone now,
When I delete you maybe I’ll stop feeling so bad.

"You’ve got your short, sad life left,
That’s what I’m counting on,
I’ll let you get right to it,
Now I only want you gone.

Now I only want you gone..."

I started humming the tune to another song and mixed it with hers.

Hm-hm-m-m-MM-mmmm...
"(Though) We are Human,"
Hm-hm-m-m-Hm-mmmm...
"After All..."
Hm hm m-m-HM-MMMM...
"Much in Common,"
Hm-hm-m-m-MM-mmmm...
"After All..."

My mother started to join in.

Hm-hm-m-m-MM-mmmm...
"We are Human,"
Hm-hm-m-m-Hm-mmmm...
"After All..."
Hm hm m-m-HM-MMMM...
"Much in Common,"
Hm-hm-m-m-MM-mmmm...
"After All..."

The peacekeeper told my Mom time was up, and as she left, I continued to mournfully hum the bold tune.

I took a seat as I saw Dakota Shawn and what seemed to be me and Com's mentor. "Where is he? ". She said sternly. "He... I.. Hes in the justice building still saying his goodbyes. ".
"Why is his goodbyes taking longer than yours? "
I shook my head. "I only have two people to say goodbye to. And well Com I suppose has more people to say his last Farewells to. "
Our mentor nodded "I'm Grace, victor of the eighth annual hungergames. "
I nodded not interested in what she was saying but, instead watching the food be brought in by the avoxes to the dinning room. "Yeah, yeah that's awesome. ". I got up and walked into the dinning room, practicly drooling over all the meats, soups, deserts and even the bread and butter.
"Your hungry? ". Grace said. I smiled a bit thinking I was seriously starving.
"Yeah, actually I'm starving, be I want to wait for Com I want to learn about him more. ". Grace nodded quite quickly and did the opposite of what I was going to do, she filled her plate with honey sliced ham, vegetables and some fancy fruits.Dakota looked at me hopefully. And filled his plate with the same things grace did. awesome, I'm the only one with manners here, absolutely freaking terrific. . I thought to my self. I went back to the center of the unmoving train and waited for Com. I don't know why but it felt like he was my only "friend".

"I happen to be Zachary Conway, good sir. I do hope we can maintain a fine relationship before the enevitable ending of my short life. Do you have any tea?" he mocked.

I looked swiftly over at Loganin, who didn't take kindly to being made fun of.

"But seriously, let's just get this over with. I've got a life to lose." he said.

I was slightly taken aback at his boldness. Loganin was staring at Zachary with his mouth slightly agape. I guessed that he was not used to being addressed carelessly. I looked back over at Zachary. He smiled at me, then relaxed onto the couch and turned on the television. Well, he certainly settled in quickly. I though about joining him, but decided I would do so later. I wandered down the hallway. I found two rooms near the end. I opened the door to one, and found it was a bedroom. It had a large bed with blue covers, a wooden bedside table and a nice view of outside the train. I walked in and closed the door behind me. A mirror was hanging on the back of the door. I brushed a bit of hair off my face, then stared at myself. I wanted to go back outside and watch television with Zach, but I knew there would be a conversation eventually. An idea suddenly came to me. I would build up my confidence, so I could talk to him. How hard could it be? I mean, I talked to our escort without major trouble just before. I practised what I was going to say for a few minutes, then decided to go and try it out. I nervously smoothed out my dress and walked outside. He was still watching TV, good. I went to sit beside him. I gulped, but when I looked at him, I knew I didn't have to practice those lines. I knew I could trust him.

"Um, hi, it's nice to meet you. I, uh, hope we can be friends in the, um, short time we have before dying." I said quietly.

"Um, hi, it's nice to meet you. I, uh, hope we can be friends in the, um, short time we have before dying." I said quietly.

Zach watched as his fellow tribute appeared from her little adventure which probably had her going to one of the rooms. As she spoke softly and almost in audibley, he could tell she was trying her hardest not to freeze up, or run out the room. He gifted her with a warm smile before speaking.

"I'd love that....and don't worry, I won't let any harm come to a fellow District 12-er while I'm alive." he stated in a soft tone. "I just wish there was something good on T.V before the games..." he turned to face her with his full attention.

"I don't think I properly introduced myself. I am Zachary Conway, but you can call my Zach!" he stated cheerfully as he extended his hand. "If I looked mopey or anything, it was only to screw with whatshisface."

(OOC: eh, just a little note, I'm going to have to use both my characters in one post just so I don't have a short one. This is Com)

I entered the room on the train, and was greeted by what smelled like, actually, I don't know what it smelled like. An overwhelming mixtures of smells I guess, oh wait, it smelled like an O, D, O.... and an.....F. Fixing my glasses, I saw Dakota Shawn and Samantha Coelho, already filling their plates with food. "Is that for us?" I asked. District 5 wasn't a poor District, but dang, a meal like this is like, once a year or something. I was humble at first, but then had no choice, and I had filled my plate with some vegetables, a little bit of fruits, some gravey, and some bread.

"Hah, coincidental isn't it," I noted, looking at my plate, "Both of you have quite old fasioned names." I examined his fellow tribute. Okay, a face I think I recognize. Not from the same schoolarship, but somehow... Still, never want to be too revealing, considering this was the person who was going to kill me, if not, some stranger. Then again, maybe she would go a little soft on somebody from the same District. Then again, if Com had made her mad in any way, he'd become a target. Maybe if he acted like is incompetent self, she would leave him alone in the games, or maybe she wouldn't care, and he would be a better target. So maybe he could act tough, and seem scary enough to be left alone? Or maybe out of risk cutting, she'll go for him. The best chance would be to gain her trust and learn a little more about her, and try to go for trusting and non-incompetent, and also being from the same District, they would have a chance of allying.

I had just realized that I didn't seem so nervous. Okay, maybe of course I was crazy scared inside, but somehow I definitely wasn't acting like it. It could be because of the little amount of people in the room, but the most likey thing was the food. I looked out the window. The train was already moving the minute I had come on. I figured that we would likely have made it to the Capitol by evening.

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(Now this is Mykeisha)

I turned my head over to Desmond, whiped a lock of hair from my face and nodded. I decided to start wandering the room in the train they were in, considering it would be difficult to strike up a conversation, unless of course he was just questioning me and I'd respond with a nod or shake, or a so-so. I occasionally checked out some of the perks of the train. Darn, where were the knives. Not that I wanted to stab anybody of course, but if this train's from the Capitol, they ought to have some expensive knives she's likely never seen before.

I stopped to look out the window. Golden fields zoomed passed us. Districts 9 through 11 seemed to have a lot to do with farming, so these golden fields of which District 9 was covered in, was like the border toward the outer Districts, not that anybody would want to go there anyway. Still, as the Gold abruptly turned to green, District 9 had zoomed passed in the distance. It turned into grassland and forest. This was likely the last time she'd see such a sight.

Zach smiled warmly at me.

"I'd love that....and don't worry, I won't let any harm come to a fellow District 12-er while I'm alive." he stated in a soft tone. "I just wish there was something good on T.V before the games..." he turned to face me with his full attention.

"I don't think I properly introduced myself. I am Zachary Conway, but you can call my Zach!" he stated cheerfully as he extended his hand. "If I looked mopey or anything, it was only to screw with whatshisface."

Zach had the sort of attitude that could make anyone feel good. He had aura of humor and sarcasm around him, and I coudn't help but to trust him. I usually didn't trust people easily, but something told me that I could. I took his hand and shook it, and returned the smile.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, uh, Zach." I said.

I didn't really know what to say, I had never really talked to anyone apart from my family.

"Um, are you looking forward to seeing the Capitol? If this is just a sample of Capitol life, then I can't even imagine what it's going to be like." I said.

"Um, are you looking forward to seeing the Capitol? If this is just a sample of Capitol life, then I can't even imagine what it's going to be like." I said.

"I'd imagine it'd be all people with wierd hair styles. I mean, we've only got a sample of the people there, so...." he looked around for Loganin before continuing. "...yeah, I might look forward to it, just for laughs, and I guess I might like some fancy food or whatnot." he stretched his arms and yawned. "If I heard correctly, we're supposed to meet another person on this ride, a mentor or such? Not completely sure..."

I looked up at com. "Yuhp all for us.. ". I paused for a moment and sat down with my plate and started devouring the ham, i knew it was impolite to do so but I was so starving. I glanced up at Com. "Yeah, my mom wanted to give me an old name. ". I simply shrugged and gave a faint smile. "Hey"I said out of nowhere. "What's one of you techniques or defenses? ". I asked casually as if that was a normal topic to speak about.
((OOC=sorry so short I have wicked bad writers block riht now.))

When she left, I thougt that what I said was rude. Then I remebered that didn't tell her that I know sign language. I got up to get her, thats when our mentor decided to walk in. I grinned, it was the only victor I liked, and he was my friend, he won the 7th games with actual skill, his name was Chad but I called him. ''hello Chel'' I smiled. He called me something worse. '' hello Dessi'' he answered, with a smile. We both laughed, really loud. I patted him on the back, still luaghing. When we calmed down, we gave each other a brief hug. ''you idiot!'' he yelled ''you just had to get chosen, didn't you''. He was smileing so I knew it was a joke. ''you hungry?'' he asked.''yeah, i'm starving, I havn't eaten breakfast yet'' I answered. He looked at me, sighed, then went to the dining cart. I decide go should go tell Mykeisha that I know sign language and that it was lunch. I go in the direction she went, I don't go far before I see her staring out the window. I walk up to her. ''Hi Mykeisha, I have to tell you two things'' I say ''one, I understand sign language, two, its lunch time''.

"I'd imagine it'd be all people with wierd hair styles. I mean, we've only got a sample of the people there, so...." he looked around for Loganin before continuing. "...yeah, I might look forward to it, just for laughs, and I guess I might like some fancy food or whatnot." he stretched his arms and yawned. "If I heard correctly, we're supposed to meet another person on this ride, a mentor or such? Not completely sure..."

I nodded my head in agreement. All Capitol hairstyles would probably be ridiculous. And, as if on cue, a woman appeared from down the hallway. She was tall and strong-looking, and had dark hair that flowed to her waist. She had beautiful blue eyes. She smiled, then walked over to us. I guessed she was our mentor.

"Hi there. I am Tabitha Gosche, your mentor. You two must be Jordyn and Zachary, correct?" she said in a smooth voice.

I nodded again. I wondered how she had won the games, she would probably tell us later.

"Well, you two should probably go and get ready, we are going to eat lunch soon." she said.

I got up and walked down the hallway to my temporary room. I had a look around my room, and found a door leading to a bathroom. I found a dresser inside, filled with brightly coloured clothes. I scowled, and tried to find some simple clothes among the fancy dress ups. I managed to find a pair of jeans, and a green singlet with no decorations. I changed into them, and walked back outside, ready for the fancy Capitol delights I was about to have for lunch.

oops, lol, i accedently added dani leiber as a charcter to my last post, sry bought that

As if waiting to answer his question, their mentor appeared from the hall.

"Hi there. I am Tabitha Gosche, your mentor. You two must be Jordyn and Zachary, correct?" she said in a smooth voice.

She had some pretty long, dark hair and blue eyes, which Zach himself always found were beautiful, probably because he had them. Regardless, she wasn't the worst looking person in the world, so he was fine with this.

"Well, you two should probably go and get ready, we are going to eat lunch soon." she said.

"Sounds like a plan." he commented before standing up and following Jordyn until he reached his room.

His room was probably the same as her's, though he may be mistaken as he didn't really look inside. The area had a small wooden table near the bed, which had an alarm clock on it, as well as some mini statue of a bird or something. The bed however, was white. Just white. It had white sheets, blankets, and pillows. This was in contrast to the reddish wallpaper that covered the room, surrounding it with griffons and other beasts. Someone must've been bored when they were designing.

He looked around a bit more to find a dressor. Upon inspection of it, he found a bunch of clothes that looked wierd, and probably felt wierd too. He decided against hopping the bandwagon and wearing clothes that made it look like he was unsure of his sexuality and instead went for the jeans and black t-shirt that he found hidden in the bottom of the dressor.

With a quick change, he was done and looking better than he had before, because his clothes then were all worn out and dirty. After admiring himself in the mirror for a brief second, he opened the door and walked back into the main room, ready for whatever it was that was to be served. Hopefully, their food wouldn't be as bad as their hairstyles.

I walked down the hall, back to the main room. I saw Zach already sitting at the table, presumably waiting for Loganin, Tabitha and me. I gave him a smile, and took the seat beside him. I eyed the treats on the table, they had every kind of food possible, just sitting there waiting to be eaten. Soon, Loganin and Tabitha appeared from down the hallway, and took the seats opposite us. I could tell that Loganin was eager to get started.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Dig in!" he announced with a cheerful glint in his eyes.

I didn't have to be told twice. I filled my plate with a little of each Capitol delicacy. Beef, potatoes, salad, my plate was soon full. I looked over at Loganin's plate. If I thought my plate was full, it was nothing compared to the amount he was eating. I glanced back at my food and licked my lips. I began to devour my food, my meagre breakfast back in District 12 seemed so long ago. Soon I had finished my plate. I was full, but was tempted to try the piles of desserts in front of me. I treated myself, but took no more than a bite of each. After desset, I was full to bursting. I didn't know what to do next, so I went back to my room to watch the view outside the train for a while. The life of a Capitol person sure was a luxurious one.

Zach returned the smile that Jordyn had given him before she sat in the chair directly next to him. He wasn't sure on how big the train was exactly, but it must've been bigger than it had seemed, seeing as Loganin kept disappearing. After a few minutes of waiting, Loganin and Tabitha came down from the hallway.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Dig in!" he announced with a cheerful glint in his eyes.

Loganin seemed a bit more interested in the food than anyone else, except Zach, that is. He was eyeballing the food with a glare that said "It's on". He piled whatever he could onto his plate: pork, beef, potatoes, salad, tacos, and even corn. Needless to say, it may or may not have surprised the others when he finished the food and went back for the desserts, eating ice cream and peach cobbler.

He was probably a few pounds heavier when he finished. The thought of learning more about his fellow tribute crossed his mind, but she had run off into her room. He didn't want to disturb her if she had planned on sleeping, so he went to his room and layed on the white bed that he had been given for the ride. He wasn't tired, but he might as well lay down until something else occurs.

I look into Rita's eyes as she holds up different color fabrics to my skin. Her eyes were clearly not real: a bright orange in color. Rita fussed around the room. I think it's amazing that she is able to find things in this room.

"So, Rita," I ask. "What are your plans for me? Gonna dress me like a cow like the past years?"

"No, no, those kids died." She says casually as she works. "I'm superstitious like that; we can't dress you like a dead tribute, so no cows or anything that has been done before."

"What are you thinking, then?" I ask.

"I'm not sure. Your skin is a light, very fair shade of tan. You have blonde hair and light brown eyes, so dark colors would contrast your body well. I'm thinking dark red, blue or black. You're built like a brick wall, so whatever we're dressing you as, its going to be tight or revealing, like this shirt," Rita tugs on the shirt Eileen gave me.

"Yeah... no thanks," I say, imagining the scenario. "I don't want to be paraded around the Capitol like a meat puppet."

Rita laughs. "Too bad, kid, it's going to happen."

"Ouch!" I exclaimed as my stylist, Gerged, pulled the brush through my tangled hair.

"Sit still, or it won't hurt!" He answered. I watched the other members of my team wax my legs and my eyebrows. And God, did it hurt. My fingernails were painted a light blue. I guess it represented District 4. They were always trying to involve your District... The team had already gotten rid of the dead skin that was covering me, and made me look so delicate I could break.

"Gerged, I look like a china doll. Easy to break in training." I looked at Gerged, he was- well, plump. His eye shadow rose all the way up to his brows and his skin was dyed a light green. His hair was styled in a thick curl that covered his forehead, and tatoos covered his body.

"Exactly. So they won't expect you to kill them. Right?" He replied with a grin. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a whole new me. My hair wasn't tangled and all of the imperfections were gone. Just like a china doll. I gripped my chair and turned my gaze towards Seth. He looked new also. His hair was combed perfectly and he was clean as can be. But he still had that cloudy grey still in his eyes. I watched him glance towards me with a slight grin as he mouthed the words, "Are you alright?" I nodded slightly.

Though I knew I was breaking.

(OOC Note: I messaged Seth, and he tells me what he's going to say in the posts so I can put it in.)

I woke up, got out of bed, and put on my slippers. I go for the comfy sort of things instead of fancy, silk makes me itchy, so I have overly soft almost everything. I smiled. Almost time for the games I thought to myself I can't wait. The maid came in with my breakfast, bacon and eggs. Iate them and left for outside. I walk the streets and turn to the park. I sit down, take out my laptop, and start planning the arena for this year. I've already planned it, just adding the finishing touches. I start writing new ideas.
>make timer 1 second longer
>put mines all over cornacopia
>

I leave it there, I decide lets have someone thats not a career tribute win these games, but only the ones that are slow or rely to much on the cornicopia. I add another one.

>set forest on fire the second day of the games

I smile, no hiding people these games.

I looked up from my plate at Samantha. "Eh?" I asked. Was she really trying to trick me? She either thinks I'm stupid enough to trust her instantly, or she actually trusted me. I tried to put on a sneer. "Well, uh, if I told you, you'd be overwhelmed by exactly how complicated my mind works and what my strategey is. Even now, I'm developing it more and more. Not to mention the skill I need to preform such, you'd find it inhuman." I let out a fake evil chuckle and I stuffed my mouth with the tastey organic material prepared for consuming. I suddenly realized I was going to have to put more protein in my diet, and instantly, I was going for the meats. I normally liked fruits and vegetables the most, and anything that gave me my vitamins. I also love sweet things, not only because they tasted good, but sugar helps the mind work. I also enjoyed fish, which I only was able to have on the rare occasions my mother buys it. However, I was never really a huge meat fan, which was good, considering unless it was something like a squirrel, a lot of meat products were expensive. "So, what about you, anything thought out, or have you yet to think of it?"

My gaze was suddenly lost from the window when Desmond came in. I slowly turned toward him. I sighed, rolled my eyes toward the ceiling as if mumbling 'Thank god' and headed toward the door he was at. She was hungry anyway, maybe she could wash everything away and build up her spiritual strength with some food. They say that the food is awesome, despite being sent to your death. If Mykeisha was to accept that she was going to win the games, she'd have to not let her mind be clouded up by feelings or memories, and only awareness, observance, and strategy. Mykeisha simply nodded and went to the dining cart.

I started to breathe heavily. The flashes of photography shocked my eyes as I stepped off of the train. The Capitol was worse than I thought. Pink wigs piled high and crazy dyed skin passed my gaze.

"Look! District 7's female tribute!"

"Looks a little- scared..."

"You think she'll win?"

"I'm not putting my money on her..."

Sponsors. I need sponsors! "C'mon Bridget... Show them what you can do." I flipped my brown hair back, and flashed a big white smile. "Hey everybody! How's everyone doing?" I exclaimed as the crowd waved. I blew kisses to the accepting pile of people and posed for a couple pictures. "Perfect." I trailed behind my mentor and watched as the avox's shut the gigantic doors. A white marble spiral staircase stood in front of me that folded into two sides. The glass table that was filled with color, held a ceter piece in the middle which contained purple and yellow flowers that stood tall. Then, the stylists swarmed over me. I felt like a rag doll.

"Look at her hairy legs..."

"How will we fix this?"

"Looks like we have our work cut out for us."

I felt embarassed. "Great..." All of a sudden, they stopped chattering as I'm guessing my head stylist, Maximum stood ahead. His tall, lanky features made his dark skin even darker with his shadows. His hair was combed into a tall mohawk and colored tatoos coverd his skin.

"Oh, give her some space everyone!" He exclaimed. He paced forward while examining my features. "Take her to the salon!"

I sat in the velvet chair as I watched them trim away the strands of hair that fell over my shoulders. My lips were painted a soft pink and a sparkled eye shadow arched over my lids. They waxed away the hairs that covered my legs and my upper lip. I had felt worse pain. My light frekles were covered by a silky foundation and I opened my eyes to a new me.

"Wonderful!" Maximus exclaimed. "All natural, but with a soft look."

"Thanks..." I replied as I watched the stylists pack their things.

"Get a good night's rest darling! Tomorrow is the Chariot Presentation!" I heard Maximus say, walking out the door.

This is harder than I thought.

((OOC: Okay, we need to get our shit into gear!))

Zach closed his eyes.....

When he awoke from the nap, it was already dinner time. Loganin stood at his doorway and beckoned him to follow with his arms, not a word was said though. Zach complied and hurried with him, knocking on Jordyn's door along the way to alert her.

He arrived to a table full of meals that rivaled his lunch's. He promptly took the seat he sat in during lunch and began digging into whatever he found tasty looking, which was pretty much everything.

"Aquila! Vitus! Fabia!" Rita calls, and the people who I assume are my prep team comes rushing in. I try to hide a smile at the oddities that are my fashion designers.

"Vitus," Rita instructs the one man of the group. "I want you to make sure Coyer here is bathed properly. How often do you bathe in 10, boy?" Rita asked with a tone of disgust.

"Once a day," I say defensively. At least, I add silently, when I have running water. So maybe five times a week.

"Make sure he scrubs everything," Rita orders. Vitus nods. "Aquila and Fabia," Rita moves on. "After the detox, you're waxing him and styling his hair as I instruct."

"Yes, ma'am." Aquila says.

"Let's move, people, we only have one night to make this work!" Rita claps her hands together and turns to drawing a design for my outfit. My fate is now up to my stylists. I look them over.

Vitus is a short, obese man with pale skin and balding black hair. He's wearing a black jumpsuit with a sequined neon green jacket. The young Aquila is tall and painfully thin, with her long bleached blonde hair forming a cone on top of her head. She wore a white blouse and rainbow-colored pants and her lips were bright pink from too much lipstick. Fabia looks the oldest of them all, at least 50, but she has had obvious and heavy work done. Her skin is pulled back and her lips are puffy. Her bronze hair is fluffed perfectly around her head. She wore a pink shirt and pants with a tiger-striped jacket and ridiculously tall high heels.

"Remember," I say as they drag me out of the room, "I can bathe myself. Please let me bathe myself."