Hey guys, sorry for no new chapter in a while I've been distracted by ever- Ooh cookies!
Sorry about that, anyways, I quoted a line from the book in the last chapter { But changed one word }, first one to guess wins a sugar cube from Finnick.

Johanna Mason's POV; Wrapped up in thoughts:

"Well, here goes nothing. I'm just warning you now girls, we may or may not come out of her blind." I mutter, pushing open the glass double doors and hoping that this was worth it or whether we should have just brought a dress from our districts before we came to this hellhole. The colours were morphed together, hardly matching or complementing each other. Deep purples and reds, bright blues and pinks. A bright and bubbly Capitol woman greeted us, spring green hair springing from her head at strange angles. "Hello young ladies! You must be from the academy. Please may I ask your names and which district you are from?" She asks, her voice was almost high enough for only dogs to hear what she was trying to say. We all introduced ourselves, doing as she asked. We mentioned Annie, telling her that she couldn't make it because she was ill. Ill is an understatement though, Insomniac would be the right word to use. "Okay, your stylist will be here as soon as they can." She frowned at the computer, seeming to be typing our names in. "Stylists?" Clove asks, I could see that we were all unsure of the idea of having a stylist deciding what you were going to wear.

"Here they are!" The receptionist said finally, we stood from our plush 'colour coordinated' waiting chairs. Each but one of them was the typical capitol man, eccentric and slightly creepy. The one that wasn't was dressed in a black suit, the only thing that screamed; 'Look, I'm from the Capitol!' was golden eyeliner on his lid. "Hello ladies, we are her to make you look beautiful for the upcoming dance." The 'normal' looking one said in a quiet but reassuring tone. "Which one of you is Katniss Everdeen?" He asked, all of our eyes immediately flickered toward Katniss. "Katniss, I am Cinna, your stylist for the dance." He gave her a warm smile before taking her over to a rack of dresses. "Madge Undersee?" Another of the men asked, he was sporting a silver colour. He had long dreadlocked hair and was wearing a long dress supposedly made for a woman. "Here." Madge said, unenthused, knowing she was going to hate the next half hour of her life. We were called up one by one, so I was eventually left with someone you would only see in nightmares. Long raven black hair with dark streaks, a dark shirt that was supposed to be 'blood stained' and ripped jeans. And most of all, red make up which made him look like a clown.