Jennifer POV

Later that day, we arrived at the Capitol. "Look Rein!" I said, "We've arrived!" The train pulls into the most beautiful place I've ever seen. People that hold the same strangeness as Effie stand at the platform, waiting for us to get off. The people are smiling and beaming at us through the glass. Giving us a victors entrance. Rein just sits in his chair looking away from the Capitol people.

Effie came in beaming at us, "It appears as though we have arrived." She chirped. Rein and I exchanged a look quickly before turning to the window. There was woman with large, purple eyelashes which seemed to be ten centimeters long who blown kissed at the train to Rein.

Haymitch chuckled, "The best way to survive the Arena is to be liked." He said. "Wave back and maybe catch some kisses, the audience will adore it." I nodded and gave the audience a dazzling smile and began to catch their kisses. They went wild. Rein just sat in his chair frowning. "The girl knows how to hold her own." Haymitch commented. The train pulled to a smooth stop and Effie ushered us off into a beautiful building. There, we seen a few other tributes for the first time. I heard Haymitch growl, "Two finally have a twelve year old. But what that? Oh their mentor looks furious at her. Maybe she was a volunteer. I forgot it was illegal to be a tribute under the age of eightteen in the careers."

Effie poked him, "Haymitch, relax. The girl was probably just chosen. It's a delightful change though." I looked at Rein and he shrugged. "Alright you two, go to room twenty three and twenty four to meet your prep team. They will get you two ready for your stylists." Effie smiled at us and then turned the oposite way, probably to go and converse with other escorts.

Haymitch sighed, "I'll lead you to the rooms." He said and began to stalk down a long hallway, with Rein and I hot on his heels.

Rein walked in one room, which was labled District 12 - Boy. So I walked into the one with District 12 - Girl on it. Inside I met Octavia, Flavious and Hemtia. They were... strange at first but they turned out to be quite amusing. After about two hours with them, my stylist appeared in the room and told them to leave.

My stylist was a nice, laid man called Cinna. He had never been the stylist for a tribute before. "Hello Jennifer. My name is Cinna." He said when he walked in. He extended a hand towards me and I gladly shook it. "I want to make you look special tonight. Has your mentor explained about getting sponsers to you?" I nodded.

"Yeah, but I'm not the most confident person to go and make friends with strangers." I said. Cinna laughed.

"From what I seen on the train, people already want to sponser you. The career carrigages had no audience to great them when they arrived here. Sit down." He said and pointed to a black leather chair. He began fiddling with my hair, twisting it into a simple braid. He turned the chair around so I could face him, "No. Not good enough." He muttered to himself. He undid the braid and then tapped my head. "Do you mind if I cut it?" He asked.

"Your the stylist." I said and he laughed. He cut my hair extremely short, making it look army style. He put blue, red, green and yellow highlights in my hair. He turned me to face him, to check his work.

"Fantastic." He grinned and then started the makeup. He put golden nail polish on my fingers and made them look like they had tiny red sparks on them. I had red lipstick on and black eyeliner.

"So. You know about the chariots right?" I nodded, "Well, you have to wear a outfit." He pulled a black dress from behind me and told me to put it on.

Once I was ready, Cinna hugged me and told me to shine. He wrapped a arm around my shoulders and led me to a corridor where the horses and chariots were. Rein looked amazing. He looked the same as me, hair and outfit wise. Cinna put something on my dress, which made it light up. And then I realized, we were meant to be a fire.

"Wow." Rein mused.

"Amazing." Said a voice from behind us. Haymitch. "Dazzle them you two." He said and walked away.

We got on the chariot and braced ourselves for the audience.