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Cinna had noticed the gamemaker watching him. The man seemed extremely familiar, he had probably seen him around before, but no distinct memory came to mind. Whenever the gamemaker, Seneca Crane was his name, would watch him, Cinna would try to figure out what he was looking for. Or was he looking for anything?

He was honestly partially flattered and slightly confused. Most of the time when someone took an interest in him it was to complain about something he had said or, usually, did. Occasionally Cinna did get a comment about his fashion because no matter how much some people didn't care for him, they had to admit that there was just something magical when he picked up a needle and thread. However, having someone simply watch him, but never approach him, was strange and different.

Still, Seneca was only in his head part of the time. Now that the seventy-fourth Hunger Games were here and the tributes were on their way, Cinna had to work on planning their outfits. He was curious about what the tributes would be like, especially Katniss Everdeen seeing as she had volunteered.

When he did finally get to meet her, Cinna immediately took a liking to the girl. She seemed different somehow, strong, determined, but more importantly, she seemed like someone who could make a difference. Already this year's Hunger Games was getting interesting and only got more interesting when the announcement was made.

"There has been an amendment to the rules," Seneca had announced. "It seems that now if the last two surviving tributes are from the same district, then they both will be declared winners of the Hunger Games."

Cinna was confounded. Why would he say something like that? He was positive that the gamemaker hadn't decided it by himself, the most likely person making this decision being President Snow. But why would he change it? It certainly didn't seem to be to the man's advantage.

But then of course, the time came when everyone had thought Katniss and Peeta had won only for Seneca to announce that the rules had gone back to the way they had been before.

So that was your plan all along. Give the people hope and then crush it all when you got the chance, Cinna thought sadly. He then watched on the screen as Katniss and Peeta got ready to eat the nightlock berries. Cinna couldn't help but close his eyes. It saddened him deeply that he would never see them again. He had grown attached to them in the short period of time, something that he should've never done.

He waited to hear the words. To hear it declared that there would be no victor for this year's Hunger Games.

"Stop!"

The word surprised him so much that Cinna had to open his eyes. He listened as Seneca called Katniss and Peeta the two victors of this year's Hunger Games. Why had he done this? Was this what President Snow wanted? It didn't make any since!

Finally, he began to move, realizing that he should probably go and get ready to greet and congratulate Peeta and Katniss. Still, he couldn't help but wonder what this turn of events would bring.

Seneca's heart beat frantically as all eyes in the Control Room turned to him. He felt like each pair of eyes was burning a hole right through his very being on everything part of his body, looking into and judging his soul. His skin grew hot and before anyone could say anything he was out of the room.

Seneca wanted to run but he didn't. That would simply bring even more attention to himself. Instead, with the calmest face he could muster, Seneca walked through the hallways, trying to avoid anyone he saw. A few people he passed but he moved to quickly for them to actually say anything to him. He was able to stay away from all Peacekeepers. Still, he didn't doubt that they were most likely trying to get to him right now.

"A crowded area. I need to get to a crowded area," he whispered to himself as he the idea came into his head. President Snow was angry with him, Seneca knew that for sure, but he was also sure that the man wouldn't want a scene.

Being in a crowded place meant it would not only be harder for him to be found, but it would also be easier to get away which was an upper hand that he needed. What he had just done, just said, it was exactly what President Snow hadn't wanted. Seneca could be killed for this.

Could be? What was he thinking! Of course he'd be killed for this. It wouldn't public though. No, he'd probably simply disappear off the face of the other, no one the wiser. A new head gamemaker and the people of the Capitol would be content and happy, no reason for alarm. There would simply be one less man that had now caused the government unnecessary trouble.

As these thoughts ran through his head, Seneca was finally able to make his way out of the building. The crowds were large, noisy, perfect for disappearing in. Once again, he wanted to run but he couldn't. It seemed that none of the Peacekeepers that were in sight had seen him yet but it was obvious they were looking for someone, that someone of course being him.

Making his way past people, he ducked his head for the first time in his life wished that his looks were so distinctive. His head was down so much, trying to hid his face, that it was inevitable for him not to eventually bump into a person.

Still, Seneca hadn't expected the person to be Cinna.

The Stylist seemed just as surprised as Seneca and looked like he obviously wanted to ask something. However, as Seneca saw that a Peacekeeper had finally spotted him, he asked the first thing that had come to his mind.

"Do you know how to get out of the Capitol?"