Voldemort signaled to his maid for her to swing open the door fast. He smirked at the maid giving her the approval that she did good, today...
He looked out at all the tributes and said, Thank you for coming everyone...This years games will be held somewhere else, so dont start fighting glaring down at the girl who looked very ready to began There will be a dinner and then youll sleep and then the games will began...And let the odds be ever in your favor. He walked away and nodded over at Daniel...

occ: so basically a feast with pretty clothes and eating and then sleep and then games...

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Jason followed the peacekeepers, and Wren, to be transformed into something he was not. The peacekeepers led them down a couple hallways and into an elevator, that opened to a long hallway. There were 16 rooms, and each one had a number (1-8) and a letter (a or b) on it. Jason was taken to 4a, a small room, with a shower, a bed, and some cabinets.
As Jason sat down, a stylist came in. She told him her name, but he wasn't paying much attention. He was too busy looking her over. She had long purple hair, and an outfit to match. She made a motion with her finger, that told him to stand. As he did, she walked around him. "I can work with this." Was all she said. She got to work, making him ready for the feast.
When she was done, Jason looked at himself in the mirror, and gave a smirk. He thought she would dress him up in some tuxedo, or strange outfit. But this was just his style. It was something he would pick out. If he had any style sense. "Thanks."

Celeste nodded over at Matthias and Pax and then walked inside the room, where some peacekeepers took her and pax into the Number 8 door, once inside it revealed a nice normal house with a living room, kitchen and etc...It also had two doors, one with an A and one with a B. They took her to the letter B door. She waved goodbye to Pax and let the peacekeepers take her away inside the door. Then a woman with long green hair in a pink school uniform on, why? She had no clue. She soon learned the woman was her stylist and her name was Suki Lee, she was a college student but had been handpicked to be the stylists for the district 8 girl. Suki soon had her in a pretty dress with purple heels, and some jewlery. She was amazed with how she looked, her black hair was curled and was let down she had two tiny braids that framed her face. She thanked Suki and walked out of the room and waited for Pax to get done so they could go to the feast....Sigh...

Pax smiled at Celeste as they split up, and then walked apprehensively into the room marked A, the Peacekeepers close on his heels. Perhaps they'd been warned about his antics in the courtyard. Inside, a tall Asian man who looked to be in his early thirties (but it was so hard to tell in the Capitol, they all looked different to their actual ages) with several silver stubs in his nose, ears and eyebrows looked up from a drawing he'd been studying on the table.
"Pax Darcy?" he asked in a clipped but friendly voice. Pax nodded warily. "I'm Kenji, your stylist for the Games." Kenji kept on talking as he worked on Pax, cleaning him thoroughly then dressing him again in a good suit. His talk wasn't irritating or self-indulgent, but easygoing and interesting. He even made Pax laugh once or twice, and he found himself starting to relax and like Kenji despite himself. He had taken off Leilani's amulet before, and had kept it tightly clutched in his hand while Kenji worked his magic. Now he showed it to his stylist.
"My stepmother gave it to me," he explained carefully. "It was my mum's, before she died. For-"
"Good luck," murmured Kenji, tracing the symbols with the tip of one finger. "These are kanji, Japanese symbols. They mean good luck. So does the wolf paw print." He looked at Pax, grinning broadly. "We may have found your self-advertisement for sponsors here. 'District 8 Wolf', how does that sound?" Pax grinned back, nodding. Yeah. He was the District 8 wolf, a symbol of good luck. He tied the necklace back on, the amulet hanging proudly over his tie.

Pax was still smiling as he came out to meet Celeste. "Hey. You look ..." He stopped, taking her in, his smile becoming bigger. "Amazing," he finished, meeting her eyes. "Really beautiful." He held out his arm for her to take. "Let's go wow some sponsors."

Wren was lead in to a small enough green room. Her stylist introduced himself as Septimius, and had curly yellow hair and a beard. His eyes were like a cat's, peridot green with slitted pupils. Wren wasn't fazed, she took it all in with interest.

She was laid down on a table, and they picked away at her for few minutes.

"You're pretty," said Septimius, though his expression was indifferent. "But you have no edge."

She frowned. "I have plenty edge," She snapped, "You just can't see it."

"Exactly." He took her hair, and began to cover it with sheets of tinfoil, and massaged it gently. They waited, and when he took it off, her hair was a sugary pink. It brought out her jaw structure a lot. "Lovely," He said, and handed her a pale gold dress.

She put it on, and had make up and hair done, so she looked rather natural, and was given shoes. High gold heels with black spikes coming out of them, and a long gold chain with an amber in it.

She came out, dressed, ready to meet Jason. She looked at him, with a small smile of satisfaction. She offered her arm, and was ready to dazzle the Capitol.

When Wren came out, Jason gave a small smile. "You look very beautiful." He really liked how the gold dress was something different. It was plain in color, but the style made up for it. He held his arm out so she could grab it, and together they walked with the peacekeepers. "You know how to act, right?" he wasn't asking if she was a good actress. And he hoped she didn't take it that way. He was asking if she had a plan for the whole 'protection' thing. Jason wasn't too sure on what to do, but once he saw Wren doing it, he could easily go along with it.

"Yes, well, hopefully it'll get us sponsors," She shrugged, not succumbing to his compliments. After all, ultimately there would only be one winner, and she wasn't prepared to feel anything for anyone. And as for the acting skills...

You'll have to wait and see," She said with a wink, "I hope you are too." And she prepared herself, but clinging to his arm as if it would save her life, and her body language turned in to him, but her face looking boldly out at the Capitol, her winning smile gleaming in to the lights.

Olexei, who has gone back to taking refuge under the shade of the old Courtyard pillar, now stood upon seeing Voldemort's pale form. Deep down he was resented the Wizard, but at the invitation of food and shelter he wasnt dumb or too idealistic to refuse something he never had much to begin with.

He followed the others into the doorway and was led into his assigned room. The stylist introduced himself and the rest of the prep team, to which Olexei paid little attention to. He knew the value of looking good for the games, but given that wasnt particularly one of his strengths, he let the professionals handle it.

He was more preoccupied with what they were going to serve for dinner.

When the prep team was done with him, Olexei stepped out of his room and meandered along the hallway for a while, waiting for Nastya to appear and observing the tributes from Districts 8 and 4. They've all pretty much formed some kind of alliance. Olexei was uncomfortable. Not about making friends, but that someday he may have to turn on them. Too complicated he mused as he looked away, back to the hallway where he was expecting Nastya to appear.

"Sweetheart, acting is my sixth sense." He wasn't really fantastic at stage acting. But when he needed to lie, he could do it, and do it well. He did it everyday around his parents. When Wren clung onto him, he was reminded of his sister, and suddenly, his hard, outer shell, came back. He had to be ready to make sure nothing happened to her.

Matthias was generally bored after he was split from Pax and Celeste, especially since he didn't even really know the other District 3 tribute. Solitarily he strode over to his own preparation room, seeing a short, bald man there with arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. It wasn't the man's baldness that made Matthias wonder, though. It was how he was dressed up: he was wearing a deep purple suit coat over a bright royal blue shirt, completing his outfit with pale green pants and rather plain blue leather shoes. The man looked over Matthias rather disapprovingly, clearly wondering why the boy's attire was so unkempt.
"You're certainly a piece of work," he said matter-of-factly.
"Sarcasm noted," Matthias responded, looking the man in the eyes and returning a smirk. To his surprise, the man smiled at Matthias' comment and shook the boy's hand.
"I'm Agrippa, your stylist. You are?"
"Matthias Johnson"
"Nice to meet you Matthias. Now, let's get started. You can't go back out there like that..." And with that, Agrippa was off to work, measuring Matthias' limbs, thinking and looking over, messing with Matthias' hair, thinking and looking over him again, and the cycle repeated. After about fifteen minutes, Agrippa paused while thinking and gasped, his eyes slightly bulging. "I've got it," he said, holding up one finger and walking quickly out of the room. Within two minutes he was back, carrying some articles of clothing in his arms. "Put them on, but try your best not to look at yourself until it's done. Trust me."
So Matthias dressed, trying not to piece the outfit together mentally. It certainly helped not having mirrors in his sight. "Alright, I'm dressed," he said, almost nervously. He had no idea what he looked like, but he was ready to see. And he didn't have a choice.
"Come on out."
So Matthias did, and he finally saw himself in the mirror, fully dressed up. "Wow," he said, looking up and down his own figure in the reflection with a smirk on his face. Agrippa had found him a royal blue suitcoat, which he left unbuttoned, paired with a dark navy shirt--kept untucked--and a bright red tie. His pants were dark washed jeans, a very close shade to the shirt he wore, and his shoes were of the same style as Agrippa's own, except they were in the same shade of red as the tie Matthias wore. "Well done, sir," he said, smiling and turning around a bit to examine his entire body.
"I know, I know," Agrippa replied, "Well, go on, get out there. You'll be late!"
"Oh, right, of course!" Matthias said, quickly styling his hair a little bit, but ultimately leaving it as it was that morning. Before Matthias could leave the room, Agrippa's voice caught him for one final greeting.
"Oh, Matthias? May the odds be ever in your favor!" he called, and with that he waved and went off to his own chamber. Matthias just gulped and left the room.

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Once back out in the old Great Hall, he quickly found Pax and Celeste. "Hey guys," he said, sitting down next to Pax. He was almost ready for the games, but was it really going to be so soon? At least he had Pax and Celeste as allies. They could help him. Maybe they could all even make it out, with some luck.

Celeste looked up from where she was counting the wood marks in the ground and saw Pax she could feel her cheeks turning red. She said Thank you, you look very handsome! Her eyes glancing at his amulet she said Distict 8 wolf. with a wink. She took his arm and said I dont think that well have a problem getting sponsors, who could resist you! She laughed as they walked out the number eight door.
They entered the "Great Ruined Hall" they sat down at a table, and looked around for their last member of their little group. She looked up as a famillar voice said Hey guys, She said Hey Matthias, you look nice.

Matthias allowed himself a smile at the complement. "Well thanks. You two look great, too," he said, settling a bit more into his chair. It felt nice to get slightly comfortable, especially knowing that he wouldn't be comfortable for the next two weeks or so. As he sat there, waiting for the food, his mind started to prey on him. He didn't really know the other District 3 tribute, which would hurt his image, and that wasn't good in a situation like the Games. After a minute it became too much. "I'm worried about getting sponsors, guys," he admitted in a whisper, leaning over to Celeste and Pax.

Evvie teetered into the room with her 3 inch heels looking for her male counterpart. She finally spotted him next to two other tributes. Smoothing out her gold dress she walked over there quickly. Sitting down she whispered quickly, "Sorry I'm late," Evvie's stylist took quite a while but she was ready now. She was really afraid that she wouldn't be good enough for these people and they would kill her off right away but it was extremely hard to tell their motives.

Pax tried desperately to hide his blushing cheeks from Celeste's compliment as they entered the Hall. His cheeks were starting to tone down when Matthias came in and sat down next to them. Jeez, who knew Pax was a stand-in for a fire hydrant?
"Don't be," he said to Matthias. "You're going to be awesome. Just be as charming and friendly as you are to us, and you'll be golden. Make the crowd laugh, then they'll remember you for that. Define your strengths. Celeste," he turned to her. "What're you going to be? My stylist Kenji and I decided on the 'District 8 Wolf' angle," he tapped the amulet around his neck, "what about you? You need an attitude, a thing in your personality or image that defines you." He looked critically at her. "You're pretty, but there's no end of pretty tributes here." He thought for a moment, then clicked his fingers. "You have a boyfriend back in District 8, right? James Flame, isn't he? What about going for the 'tragic love story'? The Capitol people love a good bit of Shakespeare." He felt a stab of annoyance even as he said it. The Capitol people also liked seeing children being killed for their entertainment.

Celeste smiled at Pax he was right about Matthias she said Yeah dont worry, lots of people dont really like the District one and twos... She listened to Pax and his ideas, James Flame...Him, he told her that if she did died he go and date her best friend but if she came back they could work something out, should he tell him that? She said with hesitation, Yeah they do, but havent tons of people done it? She looked around and saw Evvie and said Hello Evvie! I love your dress, its so golden! She smiled at her, they hadnt really spoken much but still.

Matthias relaxed a bit, both at Pax's reassurance and at Evvie's friendliness, not to mention that Celeste was just generally bubbly. "So, I think I like what we all have here right now. Sorry to just bring you right into an alliance, Evvie, but it can't hurt. Plus, seeing the 'scared' District Threes associating with the 'rebellious' District Eights might make us all look better in the eyes of the sponsors. What do you all think? Frankly, I think we're all good enough as it is to get sponsors with little effort. Assuming that we all get along really well," he said, looking around the table at everyone as he spoke. He was in a good spot, right between Pax and Evvie, showing unity with both. Bring it on, Voldemort. he kept thinking, not letting himself be scared of his almost certain death.

Evvie smiled at Celeste's nice comment. "Thank you Celeste, you look wonderful yourself.". It was great that she got to be part of the alliance. "Hey I like this alliance and don't feel like I was forced into it.". Evvie wanted in the whole time but felt rude just going up to them and saying that she wanted in. "The strategy sounds great since most people see District 3 as the scared people. Even though we all know that I'm not scared only rebellious. Evvie fit great with District Eight in that way.

Daniel walked out in his lovely suit, and looked around it seemed aliances had been formed, now he just had to go see if everyone was still here... He walked over to a group (celeste, pax, evvie, matthias) He said And who are you four?

Irisell's styleist took her time now she was almost late, she walked fastly to the place where everyone was supposed to be and looked around for her tribute mate, Finn, she couldnt see him, she saw Celeste but he was over there! That evil man named Daniel, grr! She had to wait until she left, she began to fiddle with the bottom of her dress, wating for him to leave...

Finn came out of his dressing room, walking stiffly. The experience within that room had been unlike anything similar to his usual, natural appearance. The suit wasn't that bad, at least. On the back of it, there was a picture of two eyes, one open and one closed. He wasn't too sure of what it meant at first, but as he emerged from the room, and his eyes fell on Daniel Drake; he realised. The eyes were the Capitol. He was from District Seven- those second most watched.

The open eye saw all it needed to see- but the closed eye saw nothing. He smirked at this. He looked at Irisell. "You look great," he said awkwardly; not sure what else to say to someone he was supposed to kill in the next couple of days.

He walked towards the people he had been talking to earlier. "Are you all ready?" He asked, ignoring Drake.

Alyssa actually thought she looked quite nice. Her stylist had decided that the only way to go was a long dress, which she didn't understand, as she had no fashion sense whatsoever. But it looked better than the plain jeans and tops that she was usually seen in at home. She felt a bit...well, dressed-up. It was just dinner. Looking good wouldn't make people like her, would it? Maybe she should ask the Finn kid. But he was surrounded by a crowd of people. That wasn't a suprise, everyone liked him, because he was cute and likeable. His suit was a bit weird, with the eyes on it, though. Ohhhh, second most watched. Most definetely it.

Alyssa looked round nervously for the girl she had formed an alliance with. Nowhere yet. She straightened her long, green dress and sort of stood there, eyes shifting around. It was very awkward when everyone else was in some sort of friendship group and she was standing alone in the corner, pretty as she looked. Just like when Finn had obviously felt sorry for her and talked to her. Pretty stupid, actually, but she had never understood those kind people that felt sorry for everyone, whatever the situation. Alyssa had encountered many of them in her life, all of which had annoyed her. Finn was a little different, but she still didn't undersatnd why he had went over to her, when soon, they were going to kill eachother. She couldn't bear killing him, she'd rather give up her life. She'd never get over it. It would be easy to kill any other tribute, just not him. It would be wrong.

Finn began to drift away from the group; Pax and Celeste and Matthias and Irisell; and towards Alyssa again. She looked great- but somehow he felt it wasn't appropriate to say so. He wasn't sure if it had something to do with the fact that one of them would be dead in two weeks or was it something else... He couldn't understand anything at the moment.

So he just gave a small, but not exactly happy smile. More of an acquiescence for the situation they were all being forced in to; and the system that was forcing them. He despised the Games; he despised to Game Makers, and in a couple of days he would probably grow to despise himself.

"How do you feel?" He said aloud, asking himself as much as her.

Pax shrugged at Celeste when she rejected his idea, not really bothered by it. He could tell there was something else, something she wasn't telling, but he decided to bring that up later, back in their room. He nodded at Matthias' strategy. "So you two are only around us to be rebellious?" he asked in a mock hurt voice, letting his face fall in a good imitation of the 'puppy-eyes' while he was trying not to smile. "I feel unwanted now!"

Pax's smile slipped slightly as Daniel Drake came over to them, his usually clear turquoise eyes immediately becoming icy. "Pax Darcy, District 8," he introduced, his voice so cold it could have frozen over a couple of African countries in summer. "This is Celeste Waters, also from 8, and Matthias Johnson and Evvie Dare, both 3s." His hand found his amulet, and he unconsciously started twisting it on its leather strap. Nobody had told him Matthias and Evvie's surnames, but he'd picked them up along the way. He kept staring straight at Drake, his gaze almost an accusing glare, as though daring him to say something about their rather unlikely alliance.

Matthias also turned to face towards Drake--who was uncomfortably closeby--when he heard the condescending voice. He also allowed Pax to make the introductions, but at the boy's tone Matthias put a hand on his shoulder, as if to say 'calm down, he'll kill you in a heartbeat'. His eyes also conveyed the message. Almost as though he were desperate for some sort of response, Matthias looked up at Drake and said, "So, what do you think of the tributes this year? How will these Games shape up?" Sure, the man would probably just shunt off his words, but it was still a good idea not to show any kind of fear. To get rid of the reputation that District 3 had. And what better way to do it than right up in his face?

Feeling sorry for her again, what a suprise! Was he talking to her? Probably. Why did it matter? Anyone could talk to her. Although best not to make best friends forever. Alysssa would be dead soon. And if by any chance she survived, anyone she could talk to now would be dead. Finn had a chance, even with his district, people liked him. Little. Cute. Determined. She had done her best to get people to like her, since his advice, but it really wasn't working out.

"Not too good. You?" Oh, God, she was being filmed right now. Uggh. That stunk. She couldn't get privacy anywhere. Alyssa had got up to the roof of the training centre, from her bottom floor, before trying to kill herself. But people must have tried the same thing before and she bounced right back up.

Despite her attempt at a possitive attidute, she couldn't help the bitterness in the next thing she said. "No point starving myself, or making it a long death. Best to just get killed." Probably by another career. Alyssa didn't want to be one, they were always horrible groups. She didn't want to be horrible. Just die being herself. She wasn't going to kill anyone, even if it meant giving her own life. They weren't going to change her into something she was not. So she put a tough face on.

Irisell looked up at Finn and said Thank you, you look nice as well. Seeing him walk up to the group so did she, she knew she wouldnt last long in this game, all she had were brains...
Daniel waved his wand and Pax Darcy, Celeste Waters, Matthias Johnson and Evvie Dare were crossed off as here. His eyes flicked down at the boys amulet and he said District 8 wolf, eh? He couldnt help but smirk the rebels and the scardy cats...He let Pax Darcy's attitude pass-for now, his Lordship would never forgive him if he punished him now, Just wait in the game boy... He glanced over at the boy named Matthias, he seemed to care for the members of his 'alliance' He answered him The tributes are a rare pick indeed, the games should be intresting. Yes, the games will be intresting after all there being held in a bigger version of the Forbidden Forest, Im sure youve heard about it. He pointed to the forest where at the moment a wolf had just howled.