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Never again. I am never doing that again. It hurt so badly. I shudder at the thought. My gaze turns to Cato who sits beside me. He looks like he might be sick in his pink bathrobe. I snicker at the thought.

The door to the little office we sit in opens. The pink man from before walks in. He sits down at the desk and just looks at the two of us for a moment or two.

“I am going to make the two of you the most wanted people in the capitol.” I almost grimace. “Now last year they had almost god like costumes. But this year I want the two of you to look as if you’re in love, but deadly.” He turns to me.

“You can act like his girlfriend, but I need you to play hard to get some times too. When you get to the chariots, act as if the crowd doesn’t exist. Talk to each other and play an act.” He turns to Cato.

“I want you to look as if your only focus is this girl in your arms. But people can’t use her as an advantage because the two of you are strongest as a team.” Surprisingly I like the concept. The man stands from the desk and walks over to a closet. He motions me to come over as he pulls a bag from a hanger.

“You are going to wear this.” In the bag is a leather armor top that stops just below my chest. The bottom is matching armor shorts that stop mid-thigh. Attached to everything are plenty of weapons and dangerous objects.

“Cato, turn around.” He raises an eyebrow but does as he’s told. I drop the robe and take the top, slipping it over my head. The shorts come on next. My stomach isn’t highly muscled but it’s slim and I’m fit enough that when I move muscles do move underneath. Another belt is placed around my waist and knifes are placed in every space available. A bow and quiver are thrown on my back and a sword is places on another belt, crossing the knives.

“I like this. I like this a lot.” I smile at my reflection in a full sized mirror.

“Cato turn around and see how cool I look!” he does and his eyes widen. “Don’t I look badass!” he nods and walks over, probably ready to see his if mine looks so awesome. I turn away as well, I don’t want to see a naked Cato butt, eww right? (You know you all want to see it.XD) When I turn back around he’s clothed in a leather armor plate covering his chest and loose leather shorts that go to a few inches above his knees. He has a sword strapped to his waist, an axe on his back along with a club. A whip rests around the sword at his hip.

“I feel like you’re supposed to torture people” he smiles, taking it as a complement. We both turn to the man, waiting.

“We must do your hair now.” (for this story you’re going to have long hair. Picture yourself as the amazon girl from the new Hercules.) Cato doesn’t have to do a thing. I have to suffer through a brush tearing through my h/c hair. A curling iron tearing pieces out, and then it being twisted in painful positions. But when I look into the mirror it was so worth it.

My hair is in a beautiful braid that keeps put of my face but still gives me a lethal and deadly look. My makeup was done as well and I can’t believe it. My eyes are smoky, my lips red against my tan skin, and my eyelashes long and delicate.

“This is the best I think I’ve ever looked.” Arms wrap around my waist and Cato places his head on my shoulder.

“You always look beautiful. No matter what.” I smile and turn to peck his cheek.

“I think we best get going, the chariots await.”

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Never again. I am never doing that again. It hurt so badly. I shudder at the thought. My gaze turns to Cato who sits beside me. He looks like he might be sick in his pink bathrobe. I snicker at the thought.

The door to the little office we sit in opens. The pink man from before walks in. He sits down at the desk and just looks at the two of us for a moment or two.

“I am going to make the two of you the most wanted people in the capitol.” I almost grimace. “Now last year they had almost god like costumes. But this year I want the two of you to look as if you’re in love, but deadly.” He turns to me.

“You can act like his girlfriend, but I need you to play hard to get some times too. When you get to the chariots, act as if the crowd doesn’t exist. Talk to each other and play an act.” He turns to Cato.

“I want you to look as if your only focus is this girl in your arms. But people can’t use her as an advantage because the two of you are strongest as a team.” Surprisingly I like the concept. The man stands from the desk and walks over to a closet. He motions me to come over as he pulls a bag from a hanger.

“You are going to wear this.” In the bag is a leather armor top that stops just below my chest. The bottom is matching armor shorts that stop mid-thigh. Attached to everything are plenty of weapons and dangerous objects.

“Cato, turn around.” He raises an eyebrow but does as he’s told. I drop the robe and take the top, slipping it over my head. The shorts come on next. My stomach isn’t highly muscled but it’s slim and I’m fit enough that when I move muscles do move underneath. Another belt is placed around my waist and knifes are placed in every space available. A bow and quiver are thrown on my back and a sword is places on another belt, crossing the knives.

“I like this. I like this a lot.” I smile at my reflection in a full sized mirror.

“Cato turn around and see how cool I look!” he does and his eyes widen. “Don’t I look badass!” he nods and walks over, probably ready to see his if mine looks so awesome. I turn away as well, I don’t want to see a naked Cato butt, eww right? (You know you all want to see it.XD) When I turn back around he’s clothed in a leather armor plate covering his chest and loose leather shorts that go to a few inches above his knees. He has a sword strapped to his waist, an axe on his back along with a club. A whip rests around the sword at his hip.

“I feel like you’re supposed to torture people” he smiles, taking it as a complement. We both turn to the man, waiting.

“We must do your hair now.” (for this story you’re going to have long hair. Picture yourself as the amazon girl from the new Hercules.) Cato doesn’t have to do a thing. I have to suffer through a brush tearing through my h/c hair. A curling iron tearing pieces out, and then it being twisted in painful positions. But when I look into the mirror it was so worth it.

My hair is in a beautiful braid that keeps put of my face but still gives me a lethal and deadly look. My makeup was done as well and I can’t believe it. My eyes are smoky, my lips red against my tan skin, and my eyelashes long and delicate.

“This is the best I think I’ve ever looked.” Arms wrap around my waist and Cato places his head on my shoulder.

“You always look beautiful. No matter what.” I smile and turn to peck his cheek.

“I think we best get going, the chariots await.”