I don't sleep. I haven't really slept since the games, unless you count being unconscious or drugged. But yesterday after my lovely meeting with Snow, he made sure no one touches me before the broadcast, so I don't look 'too' damaged, even though I am a million times damaged. So instead of curling up into a ball in the corner, trapped in my own thoughts of death last night, I laid down and thought of what 13 is like. Is it safe, are they free, can they have friends and family without worrying about them dying. I hoped they didn't forget about us down here!

I hear a knock on the door, and it opens to reveal a strict soldier, and a capital woman who looks like she's an escort from the games.

"Johanna dear, I'm here to take you to your stylist. My names Lilitha I'm normally an escort for district 9 during the games, but I help out with fun things like this too." The strange woman named Lilitha is dressed in a dark blue sparkly gold jumpsuit and has a huge gold bun hairstyle wig. I think of how she said 'fun things like this', even though this is probably her first trip down to the special torture cells, but yet it's still 'fun'.

As I'm leaving my cell with them, I see Peeta greeting his new escort trying to be kind because it isn't their fault. I haven't seen him in a while, he looks weak and brittle like I do but he still has a bit of hope in his eyes.

"So Johanna," so Lilitha. "We are taking you straight to the prep room to clean you up. The prep team will get your makeup done and your hair... Well in your case wig on." Lilitha you are wearing a wig too, I think.

"Do have any questions about today?" Lilitha asks. "Miss Mason probably won't answer or say anything to you, she hasn't spoken since the quell." The solider whispers loud enough for me to hear. "Oh well Johanna, I can talk and you can listen." Great, I get to hear more of that thick Capitol accent.

We walk through many corridors and then get too the prep room, Lilitha is still babbling on about herself and how yesterday she bought a coat but it was not the right color for her, who cares? We walk in the room to see 3 capital people ready to ready to work with me.

"Johanna I'll be back to take you to the studio later Ta-ta," Lilitha exits the room.

The prep team cleans, waxes, scrubs, creamed, and glimmered my entire body. They did my makeup all crazy and extravagant. Then the moment I've been dreading, the frickin' wig. I mean they're the one who shaved my head in the first place. The wig is just dark blonde and is already done up in a fancy bun of to the side. It's not as terrible as I thought it would be. It is not a crazy colored Capitol wig, just blond. The prep team leave the room. A man with curly hair, a fur coat, and a ton of necklaces walks in triumphantly.

"Johanna my dear come her kiss, kiss," the strange man kisses both my cheeks while I give him a deathly grimace. "I made you the most perfect dress and it looks to die for!" He pulls a white crisp dress out from a garment bag.

"Her let's put it on," he takes of my robe and I stand there naked, not that I mind because I'm used to it here. I can see he makes a confused face when he sees all the scars, bruises, and gashes. They must not know what happens to me here, they have it so damn easy. The man quickly changes his expression then pulls the dress over my head. It has a long white flowing skirt. The top looked like a weird bra. It raped around my waist and neck, but it was backless and showed my abdomen. I hate it, it looks so innocent. Overall it is too girly and fancy, but I just nod to him and he beams back at me.

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I'm standing right next to President Snow as he gives his long speech on unity to Panem live. I stand on his left and Peeta on his right, I can tell I look pissed off on this set with white backgrounds and white peacekeepers. As it sounds like he's coming to an end my eyes go wide when the snake eyed villain says,

"That's why I am declaring and official war against the radicals in District 13!" Never knew he'd go straight to a full on war.

"Cut!" The director yells out.

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"Oh my God, I love your dress Jo!" I turn around to see a sarcastic faced Enobaria getting ready for her turn. "And your hair looks great! Oh wait, you don't have any hair that sucks, the Capitol didn't shave mine off! I always thought Mellark would be the one to go mute, but you're weak too." I give her a death glare. "Mason don't think you can glare your way through life hoping that people would leave you alone, life doesn't work that way sorry." Enobaria says slyly with rude face, God I frickin' hate her!

I grab her by the neck and slam her to the wall choking her. She screams like she didn't even see it coming. I knee her in the gut pressing my nails into her neck. "Damn.. Jo.. you hav..n't lost your.. touch." Enobaria coughs out. Just then a couple of peacekeepers come out of the main room into the hallway we're in and separate us. Mine grabs my wrists and drags me into a room I didn't even see.

"Glad to see you still got some fight in you!" Someone tells me.