.Like a Ship on the Ocean. [[District 4 Tributes]]

As I was pulled into a room, I sat down in the chair uncomfortably. The prep team circles me like voltures before they attacked. Giving them a sheepish grin, I waited for them to start...
Like the voltures they all eventually attacked, stripping me off the hair left of my body. I gave out a little yelp as the final strip of torture was yanked from my leg.
Blinking twice as they fetched me a mirror, and the first thing I noticed was that I looked bare... Not only did I have no clothes on my back but I had no remains of hair with an excpetion of my whole head. I noticed that my already thin eyebrow was getting thinner, with only a line of hair tracing out my eyebrows. As the sting subsided, the prep team scurried out of the room. That was a quick attack but the pain lasted a while too.
Sighing I redressed and stretched my soft but raw limbs, feeling the full effect throughout my legs, back, and underarms. This was not what I saw on TV, that was for sure.

The female tribute, Diamond, walked into the room just behind Toss. Jizav gave her a full inspection as well. She passed the plucked chicken test, which meant the prep team had done their job on both tributes. Her hair was brushed out; Jizav had requested to do up those platinum blonde locks himself.

"Now, you will both not be wearing the same costume. I was never a fan of the whole 'dress your tributes alike' practice. I think individuality is the best way to attract sponsors." It was true; this had always been Jizav's policy. "And the costumes this year will attract attention in a positive way. Not like the fish heads my colleague adorned the tributes with a few years ago." The stylist openly flinched at the thought. It had not attracted many sponsors, and the smell had been horrendous. Needless to say, that stylist had been demoted.

"You, Diamond, will be wearing this." Jizav pulled an intricately designed blue leotard off of the hanger, as well as a flowing, short translucent skirt to match. She would symbolize the ocean, with seaweed-like designs painted up her skin. "And Shark, this is what I meant by the nickname."

He held up a pair of gray dress pants and a shirt, accentuated with the same blues found in Diamond's leotard. Jiz made sure that Toss saw the shark fin that was pinned onto the back. It was fake, of course, but it served it's purpose quite well. He could easily imagine that fin slicing through the dark ocean water, ready to eliminate any other soul that swam there. But, well, maybe that was just him.

Jiz bit his lip in severe concentration as he stared at Diamond in her outfit. The colors fit her perfectly; every shade of blue seeming to flow down her body like calm waves in the ocean. But it was a bit tight. That was the problem with not measuring your tributes before giving them their costumes, he reflected. You couldn't be sure they would work until you tried them.

He went over to her and tweaked a few of the sides to make them fit her a bit better. It worked, and she would look nice enough with the makeup. And the seaweed accents would do the ensemble some good.

He turned to Toss, and for the most part his mental image was perfectly satisfied. Toss's strong figure could easily represent a lethal killer shark slicing through the ocean. It would give him a perfect oppertunity to gather sponsors, because who wouldn't think someone at tough and fierce as that would win?

"Perfect," he announced to both of his tributes. "Now for makeup."