(I would like the middle suit.)
Forest took her suit with a small smile as she moved to a corner and face it, as soon she saw the small insignia of her sun on the suit her smile grew wide and it is as if a feeling of power goes through her. This was what she was good for. Forest threw on the suit as quickly as she could, the fabric feels soft and stretchy against her slightly delicate skin. 

As Forest walked back over to the others she felt a small sense of pride, sizing up the other opponents she felt confident that I can be a victor in one of the many cases. Yet as she watched them her pride started to falter...how many of the others had experience? Some may even be in teams...would that matter though? What were the other rules? Are we supposed to kill each other? These thoughts were the only ones racing through her head.