Daryl sat awake at night, he knew he wouldn't sleep until he was done with the games, if he survived them. They had spent a day eating, talking, and crying. Andrea was in and out of tears, she was trying to get it together for the show with Caesar Flickerman, Daryl was pretty good at separating his emotions and how he felt but it wasn't easy seeing Andrea break down.

Andrea crept from her room and slowly made her way towards Daryl's. She knocked softly and he was at the door very quickly. "Andrea?"

Her face was tear stained, her eyes puffy and red. Daryl bit his lip and took her hand leading her to his bed. He sat back on the bed and pulled Andrea into his lap, she pressed her face into his shoulder and he just let her cry in silence. He took a deep breath and brushed his fingers through her hair. He was silent as her body shook in his arms.

The two laid back, he pet her hair until she finally fell asleep. He didn't know how to help her, hell he didn't know how to help himself. He wanted to survive the games but if he was being honest he didn't know if he would. Just because he was good at hunting didn't mean he was good at fighting. Those were two very different things, he had lived his life being a victim, being beaten and abused by his own father, so how in the world could he fight against someone his age or younger and kill them?

He let Andrea close, he would protect her the best he could, but he knew at the end she or both of them would end up dead.

Daryl eventually fell asleep, that morning they woke and were ushered off to breakfast. They tried to keep from thinking too hard about the games. They had to distract themselves, had to keep from remembering in a few days they'd be in a slaughter.

After breakfast concluded they were sent to get dressed, Daryl spun his engagement ring as they dressed him up and did his hair. "This is way better than a damn cow..." Daryl whispered as the ladies finished ensuring his suit was on, he ran his fingers over the feathers with a soft smile. "Thank you."

"Of course, glad to see you actually like."

Daryl smiled softly, while he hated being dressed up this was much better then what some of his outfits could be. He did notice they were pushing a more fenime figure and look with his own clothes. There was a feathered half skirt around the back of his suit pants, and there were more feathers in his hair as well. He followed the stylist to check on Andrea.

"You look lovely." Daryl said as he looked her over. She smiled, spinning to show the dress off, her hair was in an updo and curled. There was a peacock feather jutting out from the bun in the back.. "It's very nice."

"Look at how cool this is." She said with a grin as she popped the jewel encrusted belt, Daryl watched in awe as the long ball gown became a cocktail dress almost like a flapper dress from centuries ago, she then removed the sleeves. "This is way better than any cow based dress."

The stylists smiled. "I'm glad the two of you liked these ones better."

"Thank you again for listening to me." Daryl remarked. "She looks lovely and I like this one more than anything with that horrid print."

Their stylist chuckled. It didn't take long for Deana to reappear with a big grin on her face. "The two of you look wonderful, it's time to head down to the show. Remember, answer the questions. Make yourself a need, a desire. Make people want you to win."

Daryl took a deep breath and helped their stylist with Andrea's dress. "Make sure you show the change off to everyone. I'm sure they're going to love it."

Andrea grinned. "I cannot wait to show this off."

Daryl took a deep breath and held out his arm to walk Andrea down. They followed Deana who was just blurting out any thought that came to mind. "Alright come on now. Go sit down in your seats. It says male tribute and female tribute from ten so you'll know where to be."

Daryl nodded and stepped out, people were shouting to all the districts as well as Caesar. Daryl was looking over the other tributes, many were beautifully dressed. A few of their outfits focused on their home district while other outfits had nothing to do with their home. Daryl and Cyndie locked eyes. She had a blue dress on and faux fish intertwined in her hair along with fake bubbles. He smiled at her to let her know he was here and she would be okay.

Caesar was making small talk with the crowd, as soon as all the tributes made their way onto the stage music began to play and they knew it was time to talk and listen. Daryl planned to use this time to learn about the other tributes, he felt he needed to find out their weaknesses and he also wanted to find out some of the things his allies liked or enjoyed.

Daryl took a deep breath, this was the moment that could make or break the games. If he said something wrong there could be consequences.