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WHO| Everyone!
WHAT| A Halloween Ball
WHEN| Halloween night
WHERE| The Tribute Center
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The Capitol had been winding up to this for weeks. More and more extravagant decorations had begun to appear all over the city. Gruesome alleys dripping with gore, houses transformed into creaking, ancient cobweb covered dwellings, flickering ghosts haunting windows and doorways. The citizens themselves had becomes more and more extravagant as the days crept closer, dripping in glitters spiderwebs, hair teased to coil around pumpkins and crows, and decked out in meticulous costumes, often celebrating past victors, and even current tributes.

The ball at the Tribute Training Center wasn't anywhere near the only party that night, but it was the most extravagant, and the most sought after. The decorations had gone towards the classic (perhaps the goverment realizing other areas might move too close to home.) The building had been transformed into a spooky, ancient looking mansion, over taken by spiders and lit with flickering candles everywhere. The tables were spread with unimaginable heaping of treats, from grotesqueness mock organs to sparkling jewel colored sugar covered candies. Avoxs move about, for once literally ghosts, covered in their own shrouds of spider webs and sheer gauze, holding plates of smoking drinks.

Attendance for the Tributes was mandatory. As were costumes. And oh boy did their stylists go all out for this one. It was a parade and a party all rolled into ones and they weren't going to slack on that.

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If there was one tribute out there who should have made Alex feel better about his costume, it would be Wyatt in his.

Currently sandwiched between his district stylist and escort as they prattled on to a group of giggling Capital citizens, he had the dead, fixed eyed look of a man who wanted to be just about anywhere than where he was.

Stiff-jawed, hands-clenched... he might have been a statue, until, suddenly, his eyes moved and caught the teen's.

Help me, the older man's blue eyes seemed to say.

Didn't matter that they didn't know each other from Adam, Wyatt would've accepted help from his worst enemy at this point.

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Alex once worn a traje de luces, so he recognized the monstrosity of a costume the older man was wearing. No self-respecting torero would ever wear something like that.

And yes, it did make him feel slightly better about his costume, even if it did dredge up memories he preferred undredged.

He glances away for a moment. Because, really, what is he supposed to do. At the same time, he can't help but feel some sympathy, because the man obviously doesn't want to be there any more than Alex does.

A few seconds later, he strolls up.

"The want Tributes over there for a few minutes," he says evenly, jerking his thumb over his shoulder, even as he reaches over to grab his fellow Tribute's arm with his other hand.

There was a chorus of groans and boos from the Citizens and protests from Wyatt's handlers, but the man was already backing away, more than happy to go along with the young stranger.

"Duty calls," he told them as they moved away, then, as soon as they were out of immediate hearing range, he turned to the boy. "Thank you."

"You looked about as comfortable as a penguin in a microwave," Alex commented as he resisted the temptation to glance over his shoulder at the people behind them. "I feel that way myself."

Tucking away a mental note to ask Elias what a 'microwave' was later, Wyatt nodded. "I appreciate your sense of comraderie, son." He grimaced. "Not sure how much more of that I could take."

"More than I could," Alex replied. "I gave my handlers the slip after ten minutes." Apparently surviving so long in the Arena and the spectacularly messy manner of his death had make him a bit popular. It was extremely unsettling to say the least.