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"BE SETTING A BAD EXAMPLE

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"BE SETTING A BAD EXAMPLE..."

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Shutting the dressing room door, I muttered a small curse as I stumbled against the trail of my dress. I regret giving Pixie the okay for a train on the dress. Picking up the sides of my dress, I trail after Pixie making my heels click loudly against the marble floors, but I could care less at the moment. I just needed to get to my interview. Passing by producer's and crew members, I could see small monitor's hanging from the walls, showing off Cesar on the stage to the lighting and set.

Hearing the ringing of a bell, I glanced at a nearby monitor, I watched as Cesar walked on the stage and introduced the girl from 1. Earning loud cheers and a rumbling of the floor. Passing by a more crowded part of the backstage, I could hear the whisper's of producer's and tributes filled the tense air. 

Licking my lips nervously, I walked past the tributes from 11 and 12, in search of Ares. Please be here. Please be here. Finding him leaning against the wall, I get the feeling of eyes being on me, making me turn my head out of reflex. But I couldn't find who it was. Whatever. 

"Ares!" I call, trying to ignore the feeling of eyes on me.

Turning his head to me, he smiles before stepping out of line, giving me the perfect of his suit. He was wearing a red and black colored suit. The first two buttons of his button up shirt have been left unbuttoned, he's clearly going for a more casual look, but at the same time he looks elegant as well. The jacket fits him like a glove, a really tailored glove.

I liked it. It was a nice mix of black and gold with the back and sleeves of his jacket encrusted in gold designs of grain. The jacket is the same length all around, it has no vent, there are two pockets on one side and one pocket on the other. Decorating the breast pocket of his jacket was a simple silver brooch of a branding iron, like the ones we used on cattle.

"Well look at you! I love the dress⎯" He said, but was cut off by a throat clearing.

Turning around, I found a pair of bright green eyes staring back at me, making me confused. Taking a weary step back, Ares wraps an arm around my waist making me feel slightly better knowing that he had my back. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Ares shooting daggers at the boy in front of me, making me confused.

"Um, hello?" I ask, raising a brow at the boy.

"You know, for a girl from District 10. You're very gorgeous." He comments, making me cringe with disgust.

Taking a moment to process who this was, I remember it was the guy from District 2, Argus. Why in God's name was he talking to me? Taking a quick glance at what he was wearing, he was wearing a tightly fitted grey tux that showed off every muscle in his body. Cringing as he looks me up and down, I cloud swear that I saw a perverted gleam in them, making my skin crawl. 

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