Cleo and I sit in the passenger's quarters of the hovercraft with Haymitch and has yet to shut up since we got on the hovercraft, yammering on and on about manners, and how excited she is for the games.

Cleo and I get bandaged around our forearms, by some Avoxes,and a television shows the reapings starts. I know a few of the tributes because their parents are friends with my parents:

Neptune Odair from District 4, his parents were both rebels, but Neptune has to take care of both of them, because his father is paralyzed from being attacked by a Muttation in the Rebellion, and his mother has a psychological disorder of some kind. Neptune has short brown hair like his mother, and deep sea-green eyes like his mother.

Sophie Mason from District 7, is the daughter of Johanna Mason, her mom was tortured with my father in the Capitol during the Rebellion. Sophia looks just like her mother, she's got long brown hair, green eyes, and the same constant sneer on her face.

Nike Paylor from District 8 is the daughter of the former Commander of the Rebel Army, and Hugo Paylor the Victor of the 68th Hunger Games. She has reddish-blonde hair like her father, and chocolate brown eyes like her mother.

The program ends with District 12. We watch as they call our names and then when the arrow is fired and I tackle Cleo. The camera pans around looking for the shooter, to no prevail. Haymitch turns off the television.

"Haymitch, do you have any advice for us?" Cleo asks.

"When we get to the Capitol, you'll be in the hands of your stylists." Haymitch says, "I want you to do whatever they say, No ifs ands or buts about it."

We both nod.

It's a quick trip to the Capitol in the hovercraft, we reach the Capitol in a few hours. the hovercraft lands and immediately people with cameras hound us. A woman leads us to the Remake Center. We get in the elevator and within seconds, we are on our floor and our prep teams descend on us.

They start by making me bathe in a gritty soap that has removed all dirt and about 3 layers of skin, leaving me a pinkish color. They also bathe me in about three different solutions and rip off any chest hair I have and shave my face. They give me a mint-green pill to swallow.

"To make some of your hair grow back." a woman explains

Now, a woman with icy blue skin and snow-white hair with sapphires woven into it trims and combs my hair.

"You are doing very well, usually tributes are very whiny." says Venus, a woman with bright red hair and tattoos of hearts and roses all over her skin.

She and Tigran, a man with bright orange hair with streaks of black in it and black stripes tattooed on his bright orange skin, begin to rub me down with a lotion that stings but then soothes the tingling from the soap, and brings my skin back to it's normal color.

They are puzzled by the half-heart scar on my left cheek, that won't be covered by their Capitol makeup.

"What is up with this scar?" Khione asks

"Long story." I smile knowing Cleo's prep team is probably asking the same question.

They finish and circle around my naked body examining their work. Under normal circumstances, I would be very self-conscious. But, these people are so ridiculous it doesn't even bother me.

"Wonderful, You almost look like a human being." gushes Khione. The prep team laughs and I force a smile.

"Thanks, We don't really have reason to look good in District 12. " I say

"Don't worry Finnick." Venus says, "When Hestia is done with you, You'll be the most handsome boy District 12 has ever had."

"Let's call her." Tigran says, with that my prep team darts out the door, leaving me all by myself. I expected my prep team to be easier to hate, like Rainy yammering on and on about how excited they are for the Games in the way that makes the people in the districts sick, But they're so dumb, so naive and they seem like they sincerely want to help me.

I wait for a while until Hestia walks in. Hestia is surprisingly normal, free of all Capitol 'enhancements', but beautiful nonetheless. She has long brown hair, and green eyes. She wears a simple black shirt, black pants and high-heeled shoes.

"Hello" I say with caution.

"Hey, just give me a second." Hestia begins pacing around me, taking in every inch of my body. "Okay, why don't you put on that robe and follow me."

I follow her orders and we go into a large room. Three of the walls are painted blue and have paintings on them. The fourth is made entirely out of clear glass so you can look out into the large city. There are two chairs waiting for us, with a glass table between them. I sit down and Hestia sits across from me.

"You're new aren't you?" I ask.

"Yes, it is my first year as a stylist." Hestia says.

"So, they gave you District 12." I say frowning.

"No, I asked for District 12, you see my parents, Cinna and Portia, were once stylists for District 12." Hestia says.

"You're Cinna and Portia's daughter?"

"Yes, I am." Hestia says.

"But, How?" I ask.

"I was born before my mother was killed."

"Oh, I'm sorry for asking."

"They were your parents stylists weren't they?"

"Yeah, they were."

"Would you like some lunch?"

Hestia pushes a button; the table opens and reveals our lunch.

The lunch is chicken in orange sauce, a garden salad, strawberries, fresh Capitol bread, and a glass of water.

We eat quietly.

"So, what's the outfit, this year?" I ask.

"Well, they've been doing the fire thing for the last 25 years," Hestia says. "So, we're going to put our own spin on it.

"Sounds good to me."

Within the hour, I'm dressed in a dark grey outfit, parts of the outfit glow red and orange like the embers at the bottom of a fire, fake smoke rolls off the outfit and rises to the ceiling. A grey masquerade mask that glows like the rest of the outfit is put on my face-the lights reflect off of my stormy grey eyes- a long cape goes down my back.

"You ready?" Hestia asks.

I follow Hestia out of the changing room and into the hallway where Cleo waits.

She is dressed in an outfit similar to my own. She also had streaks of gold in her chocolate brown hair.

"Cleo, you look hot, literally." I say with a grin

"Good one, Finnick." She shakes her head, and smiles.

We get in the elevator and go down to the bottom floor of the Remake Center where we begin for the chariot rides.

Our chariot looks as elegant as our costumes, smoke rolls around it, the chariot is going to be pulled by two black horses.

"Mrs. Hawthorne, our chariot awaits." I say motioning for her to get in.

"Thanks Finnick"

Her stylist, Armani, positions her mask on her face. He picks up a torch and lights the cape.

The cape erupts in flames, causing Cleo to gasp

"It's fake fire, dear." Armani says comfortingly.

Cleo looks dazzling. And I must, too.

"Remember, Heads high. Smile! They're going to love you!" he says.

District 10 leaves the chariot barn and Armani hurries off towards where Hestia, Rainy, and Haymitch are standing. Haymitch is saying something that I cannot hear. "What's he saying?" I ask Cleo.

"I think he wants us to hold hands." She replies.

I wrap my fingers around Cleo's and look back to Haymitch for confirmation. He nods and gives me thumbs up. That is the last thing I see before entering the city.