A/N: Sorry about the wait, I usally post a new chapter a day, but I just didn't feel like it. I hate writers block. Plus; the news that my dog, Kurtis, and four of my newly born kittens died, late last month caught up with me again. But you're not here to listen to my life story, so here's chapter three.

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Chapter 3: The tributes parade

It was the next day, we were to arrive in the Capital soon. I felt nervous, but decided to not show it. I was just getting up, when there was a knock on my door.

"I'm coming." I said, as I walked to it. When I opened the door, I saw Jonah standing there, blushing like mad.

"Jonah..."

"Johanna."

"What are you doing here? aren't you supposed to be in the lunch compartment?" I said, while he looked at his feet.

"Listen, about last night,"

"Oh... Um. Yeah, we apologized to each other." "After that..." I blushed and decided I wanted to get out of this conversation. "I need to get dressed, do you mind?" "Oh, no." Was all he said before he left.

I sighed and quickly got dressed, before heading to the lunch compartment.

Jonah was sitting at a table next to Alex and Claire, eating some cereal. I was walking over when I heard: "So, What should we train them first?" That was Claire. "The basics I guess. Like we always do." Alex was the one who said that.

The basics? The basics?! What the hell?! I already know how to throw axes, and I know I can kick ass. Why? 'Maybe they don't know that. Maybe they mean how to make a fire, and find water and that kind of stuff.' 'Well, their just going to have to realize that I'm much more experience then Jonah...

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We had finally reached the Capital, and were in the process of being escorted to the stylists.

They didn't have to do a lot for me, I usually shave my legs once a week anyway. I mainly just rinsed me off and shaved the little bits of hair that had grown back, since we were on the train.

After that, I was taken to an empty room, besides a single table. I waited for a few annoying minutes, then my stylist, Saturn, Entered the room. He walked toward me, and looked me up and down. I felt the nerve to hit him. "You my stylist?" I said to break the tension. "Yes, I am, Miss. Johanna Mason." Was all he said. Okay, I've got something in mind, I'll see you for the parade." He then walked me out of the room, and back to Jonah, Pomina, Alex and Claire.

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Jonah and me were standing on our chariot, we had just gotten the signal to to board. The other tributes were dressed okay, but I couldn't care less. The only tributes who did catch my attention, were the tributes from District 12. Miner suits? Really? I hope for the sake of the next tributes, that they don't have to wear that! (Pun towards Lost in Nightmares!) After all of the chariots had slowed down and stopped in front of an elevated podium, President, Asshole, Snow gave his yearly speech about how we should all be honored by dying for the Capital, but honestly, I wasn't paying attention. I gave a start when the chariots moved again. The speech was over already? Eh, I didn't really care. The President better be happy, I couldn't kick his ass from where I was...

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We were then taken to our penthouse. Pomina, pressed the 7 in the elevator, the doors closed, and we started to ascend.

The house looked just like all the others, according to Pomina, and District's 1 and 2 aren't allowed to eat desert, 'but you can'. I didn't eat desert at home anyway. Though I expected Jonah to pig out like a hog. 'Remember Johanna, be nice to Jonah. Until the games at least.'

I walked to the golden dining table and admired the craftsmanship. Jonah came up to me and started trying to get me into a conversation. I was going to ignore him, but decided it was best to behave. "Yeah?"

"I said, Pretty cool apartment, huh?"

"Oh, yeah. It is."

'That's it, Johanna, just keep smiling.'

"So, do you wanna go explore the tributes center?"

'No...No...No! no! no! no! NOOOO!'

"Yes, sounds like fun..."

He smiled and went to his room, which was down the hall across from the elevator...

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A/N: I feel like I'm losing what writing skills I DO have. If this chapter is okay, please leave a review. I would appreciate it. Thanks. I hope I get my spunk back for the next chapter...

Bye...