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Pre-team 

Head designer: Viva (Alex Kingston)

Mentor, model, employer, Charlie knows Viva for the past two years. Designing for her and making clothes for capitolite, Charlie have been learning a lot from Viva. When Viva saw that Charlie and Imogene got reaped, she called her friend who happen to be designer for district 8. Soon enough she took her spot, wanting to be there and help as she can those two people that have everything against them

Skin and make up: Maria (Elizabeth Henstridge)

Maria was supposed to be head designer this year. First year to be one in fact. But the drama that happen in district 8 did not prepare her two have two girl to design for which overwhelmed her a bit. When Viva called her to propose her help, she gladly step back of her position to go to her old one. Maybe this year is not for her, but she will learn a lot by working with Viva. 

Hair: Perry (Alexandre Astier)

If there is someone on this nation that knows more about hair than anything. It would be Perry. Since he is young he has been in enjoying playing with hair and wigs which lead him to have a successful hair salon and a master of coloring hair. Just don’t refuse his proposition or he will snap back at you

Such A Pretty Face || Prep OS

The hovercraft landed and I fussed with the cuffs until the doors opened and peacekeepers began to file in.  I was given a new guard, which I was thankful for.  He seemed much less sleazy.  They must have informed him that I was a runner, because as soon as I was released from the chair, he proceeded to cuff my hands behind my back.  I frowned, but knew there was nothing I could do, and no point in running.

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New Place, New Face || Prep-Team Oneshot

Nerida led me down to the prep area early enough so I didn’t run into any tributes. The hallways were silent until we reached our destination. The clicking of heels against the tiled floor was incessant and the whirl of colors was fast paced enough to give someone a headache. Small conversations between stylists were going on throughout the massive space, creating a muted hum that seemed to bounce off the walls. As Nerida led me to my room, I could feel the lingering stares of the Capitolites, scrutinizing my posture with every step and the slight crookedness of each kind smile I sent their way.

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Embrace The Negative || Prep

There was no time to relax after getting off the train. Once we made it through the crowd, we were rushed right to prep. My district was one of the last to arrive at the Capitol. I caught a quick glance of the tributes already in prep. They were all at different stages. It was strange to see the process of what I was about to go through.

“Haven! Keep it moving. We have a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it.”

“Really Silas. Thank you for telling me that I need a lot of work.”

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Time To Fly || Prep OS

I woke up bright and early the next morning and went to the kitchen to get some breakfast.  To my surprise, I was the first one up.  I guess the early mornings at the Asylum had trained my body to rise before the sun.  I got some juice from the fridge and gulped down two glasses before Vienna came out of her room.  Her blonde hair was in a tight bun at the top of her head.  She almost screamed when she saw me.

“Oh!  Goodness, someone is an early bird!”  She chirped  She put her hand in front of her face, as if to cover it.  “Uh- just give me a minute.”  She said before running back into her room.  I rolled my eyes.  There was a bowl of fruit on the counter, so I grabbed a banana.  It was a weird feeling, to be able to just have food lying around.

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Pinched and Ripped || Prep OS

Breakfast was as excellent as I imagined it. The pastries and muffins tasted heavenly. Even the tea was better than I had had at home. I munched on my morning delights in silence. There was no one else around; I had waken up relatively early. This wasn’t that weird for me, seeing as I went on a run every morning. My legs were jittery and moving more than they usually were as I sat on my cushioned chair. 

I reached for another éclair, when a woman strode into the room. Immediately I thought it was Carly-Beth because of the aura of confidence that filled the room when she walked in. I lifted my hand in greeting before noticing that this person was not my district partner. 

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Joule’s Prep Team

Agamemnon || 61 || Head Stylist || FC: Gary Beach

“It’s so beautifully tragic, isn’t it?” 

Agamemnon isn’t his real name, but no one knows what it actually is. He appeared in the Stylist scene out of nowhere, and no one know’s who he is or much anything about him from before then. While not necessarily the most inspiring of the Capitol’s designers, he has quite the talent for chatting up a room and making a good impression, leaving people awed and wondering what he’ll do next.

Lorenzo || 25 || Hair || FC: Chris Colfer

“Give me 15 minutes and a can of hairspray.”

Lorenzo is young and brilliant. An up and coming stylist, his work and talent is focused mostly towards hair and hair styling. He was assigned to work with Agamemnon and Iredessa for the 18th Hunger Games. While he doesn’t mind working with Iredessa, as strange as she may be, he loathes Agamemnon, believing the older man to be self absorbed and burnt out, lacking in any quality designs and overall originality.

Iredessa || 22 || Makeup || FC: Mia Wasikowska

“You just need a bit more color, dear.”

Iredessa moves with the beat of her own drum. Not much is known about her at all, except for the fact that she is excellent at what she does. People are often put off my her blunt personality and tendency to do what she wants whenever she wants, but she is relatively harmless. She keeps the peace between Agamemnon and Lorenzo for the sheer fact that their arguing annoys her. rather than any allegiance to either.

Cliff’s Prep Team

Irwin Condie (FC: Ashton Irwin) - Irwin is a young, talented man who rose to fame under the sponsorship and tutelage of Clifton’s mother, Luica. When hearing that the son of his teacher was going to be in the Games, Irwin jumped at the chance to be his stylist. This would be his final test to show Lucia what he could really do. Irwin could be become a designer in his own right - spread his wings as it were - not just Lucia Winter’s protégé. 

Liara Morey & Shelley Page (FC: Sibel Kekill & Tatiana Maslany) - Irwin’s two assistants are bubbly characters. They share his passion for beauty and fashion, but without the added pressure of being young and under pressure. They enjoy chatting with their tributes and love working with District One. 


We'll Work On That || Prep Oneshot

I let my gaze wander to the different points on the Capitol skyline. My head was still pounding with pain and I could feel my nose throbbing as it tried to reset itself to heal to no avail. I clenched my good hand into a fist and greatly wished that I hadn’t been strapped into that seat when that damn peacekeeper decided to show up. Maybe the Capitol could be of some help and at least fix the damage that asshole did to me. 

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Went to sleep cute, woke up cute || Prep

I’d never been one for waking up early in the morning, but if it involved some Capitol people making me look even prettier than I already am, I’d make the exception. I was just about an hour late when I rocked up to the preparation room for the Parade but I lingered outside the door for a bit to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“I always hate getting District 11, the poorest District, dirt under the nails kind of people YUCK!” I heard a high pitched voice say and I scoffed, they obviously hadn’t met me yet. I pushed open the door and strolled in and looked my prep team up and down before staring at my stylist who seemed a little surprised when he looked at me.

“Wow, you look… great. Good Morning Jasmine” I rolled my eyes and walked towards the ‘bed’ where they would do my make-up and all that jazz.

I lay down on the cold metal and shiver a little. “Alright Mr DeMille I’m ready for my close-up, make me look fabulous”.

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I sit on the metal table, staring down at my feet. It’s so high up that they dangle, and I find myself swinging my legs to pass the time. This room smells funny; like cleaning supplies and too much perfume. I scrunch my nose a little, sneezing. I wipe my nose on the sleeve of the weird fabric gown they put me in before an entourage of people come bursting through the curtains. “Oh, he’s just adorable, isn’t he?” Says a person with short purple hair who sounds like a lady, but looks more like a man. After a moment, I decide he’s a man, although I really don’t have any facts to base this on. He walks over and pinches my cheek. “I’m Faux.” He say with a cheery grin. I look him over. “Why is your hair purple?” I question, and a man with blue hair that defies gravity chuckles. “You’re right. He’s just darling.” He replies to Faux, as if I’m not here. Then her walks over and lifts up my chin, tilting my head side to side as if he’s examining me. “Azul.” He says, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s introducing himself. “I’m in charge of your skin and nails.” I pout. “Isn’t that for girls?” The two of them chuckle, ignoring my question. “Faux will be doing your make up and Fiona will be in charge of your hair.” He says, motioning to a stern looking lady with purple hair, lighter than Faux’s.“ She doesn’t even bother to look up at me. I frown. "Why do I need make up and stuff. Besides, mamma just cut my hair last week.” Faux chuckles again. “No offense dear, but you’ve been running around in manure filled fields with cows and chickens for twelve years, we have a lot of lost time to make up for. I open my mouth to correct him when Azul puts a finger over my lips. "Shush now. It’s time for the grown ups to work.” I pout, not liking how they talk to me like I’m a little kid. “Now undress.” He says, twirling his finger in a circle.

I can feel my face flush a little. “I don’t wanna.” I say with a pout. It’s weird enough letting them put make up on me, but getting naked in front of strangers is just weird. They finally call Tally down and she convinces me I have to and that it’s not that bad. I can feel there stares as I slip the gown off to reveal dozens of scars, ones on my back and torso and shoulders. I don’t like that they’re whispering, so I shut my eyes and try to ignore them. I hear Azul murmur that he hopes my stylist planed something with lots of coverage.

I question every step of the process, smacking Azul once when he tries to put some goopy, smelly stuff on my eyebrows. Mostly it’s just like taking a big bath. Fiona washes my hair and dries it with a weird black thing that blows air out of it, while Azul rubs this thing on my nails so they’re shiny. “How is having shiny nails going to help me in the arena?” I ask, glancing down at him while he works. “Oh, it won’t.” He says, matter-of-factly. But at least you’ll go out looking fabulous!“

I don’t ask any more questions.

They send me into a small room where I wait on another metal table. It isn’t long before another lady comes in. She’s pretty, with long curly red hair and the good kind of big lips. "Hello there little dove.” She says, sitting on a chair in front of me. “I have just the thing for you. Don’t you worry, no one will be able to keep their eyes off of you. You’ll get a sponsor for sure!” And when she shows me the costume, I know she’s at least right about the first part.

You know what needs to be fixed? Your manners || Prep OS

One second I was gripping on my restrains, silently waiting for the level to be raised and in the next I’m being pushed inside an elevator. No time to see if everyone else is okay. No time to ask questions. My heart keeps hammering against my chest while I under where the elevator is taking me. “Where’re we going?” I still try and ask to the peacekeeper by my side, in the politestes tone I can summon but he just keeps a straight face, not even taking a moment to look at me.

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