{Shoutout to my District partner charlottevanvelzen from a writing contest for letting me use a character from her book! Go give her some love}

[IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE]

Guys! The Jabberjay: Before Pearl and Mockingjay is in the works officially! The Prequel will be out on August 17th, 2015! I'm so excited for you guys to meet Atlas Maverick, Quinn's Great-Grandfather and to read about the beginning of the Hunger Games!

Then also, for the sake of starting some dialogue between me and you guys-- all of the casting aside what do you imagine the following characters to look like?

-Quinn
-Orion
-Ciruss
-Celestia Snow
-Lace Hayes

I'd love to just know what you think :) stay classy and enjoy!
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Quinn followed the peacekeeper until the left her in a comfortable room. It had a black couch, and a table with snacks and drinks on it along one wall. She took a seat on the couch to wait for her prep team. She knew for a fact she wouldn't have the same prep team as before. She wished she would have, she hadn't known them well-- but she had known them well enough to know that they were kind and actually did care about her, and to some degree felt sorry for her.

Quinn looked up quickly at the sound of the door she had walked in thru opening. She hadn't been expecting to see him, she had completely forgotten that he had volunteered to be the mentor for the Favourite Victor. She hadn't seen him in such a long time, she had assumed he had practically been ruined by the Capitol.

"Ciruss!" She exclaimed loudly as she jumped up from her seat on the couch and in a few long strides, had her arms around his neck in a hug. "I thought something would have happened to you..."

He hugged her in return, "I'm just fine," he replied, "What about you? Are you alright?"

She let go of him, and his hands moved to her shoulders. "Yeah...I'm fine."

"Did you make it? To Thirteen?" he asked quietly.

She nodded, but she didn't want to talk about that. "I'm sorry you didn't, we wanted to go back-- but we heard a gunshot--"

"I'm glad you didn't come back," he assured her in a quiet voice as a woman with flaming red and orange hair stepped through a door. "I'll see you after the parade okay? Listen to Lace, your stylist. She knows what she's doing, okay?"

Quinn nodded, "I wish you were my stylist still, Ciruss."

He sighed, a small smile appeared on his face. "I think you'll like Lace though," he replied, "Better get going. The other tributes are all an hour ahead of you."

Quinn have a small nod and Ciruss gave the woman a small wave and smile before he turned and left the room to go and do whatever it was that mentors did before the games. Quinn turned towards the woman that was waiting patiently, she had grey eyes that looked fake and on her neck was a black tattoo that looked almost like vines. She smiled kindly towards Quinn and stuck out her hand as Quinn approached her.

"Tanyanna," she said simply. "It's a honour to get to be a part of your prep team, Quinn."

Quinn forced a small smile to spread across her face, "I'm glad someone is happy about this."

Her smile faltered a bit, but she quickly changed the subject and motioned to the door. "Let's get you aquatinted with the other three."

Quinn nodded a bit, and as Tanyanna pulled the door open, she stepped into the prep room where there were two other people. They were both already wearing the usual robes that prep team members wore as they got the tributes ready. A girl stood there, half of her hair shaved off, and died white with hot pink streaks. She waved and smiled, then there was a man-- he had dark hair, and bright blue eyes that looked almost as fake as Tanyannas' grey ones.

"Zane," he introduced himself and held out his hand. "It's great to finally meet you, Quinn. I'm a big fan."

Quinn smiled a bit, another forced smile. She hadn't ever really thought about the fact that she had...fans, she was so used to being hated by Snow, that she forgot that most citizens liked the Victors.

"I'm Kaitlynn," the other girl smiled and instead of just shaking her hand, she pulled Quinn into a quick hug. "I'm a big fan too."

"Well it's nice to meet the three of you." Quinn replied, looking at each member of her prep team.

Tanyanna smiled, "Well, we should get started."

Quinn was given a white gown to put on once she stripped down out of her clothes. She laid down on the bed, and the three members of her team got to work. The scrubbed the dry skin off, the put various different chemicals in her hair to hydrate it more and make it smooth. They perfected the arch in her eyebrows.

"Quinn, what happened to your leg?" Zane asked as he began working on the still healing wound on her calf.

Quinn thought quickly, "It was an accident at the docks," she lied quickly.

"Oh," he replied, "We'll just fix that up for you. It will barely be noticeable." he assured her with a smile.

"Must have been quite the accident," Kaitlynn stated, "It looks like it went clear through." she said, looking at Quinn, her eyes didn't look convinced about Quinn's claim of an accident.

Quinn nodded, "It was."

By the time Zane was done working with her leg, the wound was a light pink scar. He was sure to put something on it to make it lighten, "Your dress should cover it," he assured her.

"Oh she won't be wearing a dress," a woman's voice announced as she walked in through a side door as Kaitlynn gave Quinn a pull up into a seated position. "Ciruss was very clear about what you did and didn't like."

The woman smiled, she reminded Quinn of president Coin. "Lace Hayes,"

"Nice to meet you," Quinn replied as she took Lace's hand. Lace gave off a certain energy, one that Quinn liked. It reminded her of when she first met Ciruss. Her blonde hair was beginning to go grey, and her eyes looked wise. Quinn stared at her for a moment, she looked so familiar.

"Lace won the thirty-first games," Tanyanna smiled.

Lace smiled a bit, "Ciruss and my sister, Laurel had been the tributes in the First Quarter Quell from One. And Ciruss had been my mentor."

Quinn knew where she knew where she knew Lace from. The few recaps of games they did each year. They always showed parts from her games, she was the first tribute that Ciruss had ever had who became Victor. But she hadn't known that her sister had died in the games, in the first Quarter Quell.

"So I'm not wearing a dress?" she asked, changing the subject.

Lace nodded, "Ciruss tells me you hated wearing dresses and heels." she explained. "So Orion's stylist and I thought that instead of basing your look off the Capitol-- which..." she paused, thinking of the right words to use. "Isn't really memorable, we thought we'd base it off of you."

Quinn raised an eyebrow, "Me?"

She nodded, "You came into the games with a pretty big bang two years ago," she began, "And you've left quite a legacy ever since."

Quinn stared at Lace for a moment, arching an eyebrow. It was strange, she didn't exactly feel worried about things. There was something about Lace that was empowering, and encouraging. Quinn didn't really regret anything she had done at that moment, and there was something in the way Lace spoke that told Quinn she just didn't want anyone to forget how big of a problem and that Quinn had started in her own games.

"Why don't you come with me," Lace said, "These three have to get some things ready for you."

Quinn nodded and hopped off the bed and walked with Lace into a more comfortable room. There was a nice couch to relax on, a table with drinks and snacks. It was well lit, and in the middle of the room was a mannequin with a pair of dark pant, a blue long sleeve shirt and a black leather jacket that resembled the one that she had left Four in. Then the shoes that sat next to it were black, heavy duty combat boots that were like the shoes she wore when she left too.

"I thought it was would be appropriate, since you are well known for running from Four. Ciruss said that you were wearing something like this." Lace explained as they walked towards it.

Quinn nodded, "The shirt is just a bit more flashy." she replied.

Lace smiled a bit, "That's not all," she sighed as she reached into the jacket pocket and pulled a small button. "You and Orion will be matching District Twelve a bit." she sighed, "Not much, just a bit."

"What do you mean?" Quinn asked.

Lace held the small button out towards her. And they stepped around the mannequin, the back of the jacket looked absolutely normal. "Go ahead," Lace urged.

Quinn glanced at her for a moment and then pressed the button.

She watched as the back of the leather jacket began to spark and light up as if it was coal. A shape appeared, and it was a bold shape of the mockingjay pin that now belonged to Katniss. The longer it was lit, the brighter it became.

"Then to get rid of it, just press the button again." Lace said, and the. Quinn pressed the button again and the shape faded away.

Quinn smiled and nodded a bit, "It's perfect." she replied looking at Lace.

Lace smiled back at her, "Let's get you ready then."