Florentinia gives me some advise before leaving to get back the remake centre. I stand there looking around, fingering the button. Devon still hasn't showed up. My sweaty fingers slip slightly on the plastic surface of the button and I accidentally turn it on. I quickly press the button again but not in enough time. I've attracted the attention of the district two tributes. Careers. They jump off their chariots and head over. If these people want me dead I'll be gone soon. The boy tribute looks a little older than me. He runs his fingers through his blonde hair. The girl isn't only slightly smaller that him. She's got dark brown hair and a mean look to her eyes. I place the button on the top of the chariot and jump down to greet at them. I force a cocky smile onto my face as they come over.
"You stylist has really outdone themselves." The boy gives me a forced looking smile. I don't take take it as a compliment but I play along.
"So has yours." They are both dressed in silver armour, which does nothing to represent their district but shows that they will be a great enemy in the games. I want to have them on my side.
"I think you're needed over there, I'll see you in training." I hope they interpret this as Do you want to join my career pack. I jump back up onto the chariot and don't look back at them.
"What did they want then?" I jump, I didn't realise Devon was behind me.
"They saw the suits and... " I stop for a moment "They said our stylists did a great job." Devon relaxes and smiles at me.
"Have you seen them turned on? You look amazing anyway though." He gives me a smile. Devon is dressed in a suit the same colour to mine. He's also wearing a pair of thongs, though a different colour. I smile back at him accepting his compliment. For a moment I'm almost relaxed in in presence, but pictures flood into my head, memories of previous games, tributes turning on their allies, and mentors screaming for them to turn around. I keep the smile on my face but it isn't so real anymore. The district one chariot has started moving. We'll be moving as well soon. I didn't realise how fast the chariots move and when ours start moving I stumble backwards. Devon grabs my hand and steadies me. I look into his eyes and smile. I'm still smiling and looking into his eyes when the Capitol people start screaming for us. I look around my heart in my mouth, my hear building. I have this strange urge to hide myself away from the crowds and let Devon to the work for me, but I don't. I steady myself up and he moves to let go of my hand. I turn my head towards him.
"No, I might fall. Please just hold onto me." He gives me an understanding smile. The Capitol scream of us, and at the same time we both turn on our clothing. A loud gushing sound can be heard coming from either side of the road. There are people pointing, taking photos and lots of people screaming our names. Someone throws a flower to me, I grab it out of the air, it's a small white tulip, and hold it in my hand for the rest of the ride. We're soon rounding a corner and in no time we're standing in front of President Snow's mansion. He steps out and gives a speach. I don't bother listening. It's the same speech every year and everyone knows President Snow doesn't care at all about our sacrifice or any of that. He just wants to see us dead or looking around wishing we were dead. The ride back seems to last for mere seconds. When we get back my prep team and Florentinia are capping for us.
"You did great! They loved you." Florentinia gives me the smile that made me realise she cared. Mags and Finnick are both there congratulating Florentinia and Devon's stylist.
"Let's go then." FInnick says suddenly, he's looking at the two from district 2. They're giving us a stare that can only mean we outshone them. I nod in agreement.
"Come on." Devon Jumps off and helps me down. "Those two are giving me the creeps." I nod again.
"All the same, we should get them on our team." We follow Finnick and Mags over to the elevator. The shining silver doors slide open and we step in, the doors are just closing as the pair form two come over.
"Good job 4." He gives me a cold hearted smile. "See you in training." The elevator doors slide shut and we zoom up. I look down at the floor and straight away start to feel sick. The floor is made of glass so you can see the floor below you shoot away. I grab the rail and loo at the door, but I can still feel us shooting up. Luckily district 4 gets the fourth level so we don't have to ride the elevator for to long, just enough time for me to go green. As soon as the door slide open I stumble out. Mags grabs my hand and halps me over to a chair.
"So, apparently you don't like heights then!" Finnick gives me a cocky smile. My hand lashes out to slap his face and he only just dodges.
"Save it for the other tributes! I'm supposed to be helping you!" He gives a sigh, "Here I'll show you your room." He walks off towards a shiny marble door and opens it.
"And this is your private lounge my dear." I grin and help myself up walk over to the door. I blink, thinking I've seen wrong, but I haven't. My room is bigger than my entire house in district 4. All surfaces seem to be decorated with bright colours and fabrics. The bed is giant and when I sit on it, it's more soft than anything I've slept on before.
"Dinner will be ready in about 45 minutes. Just get changed and have a shower or something." I nod and lie back down. Finnick leaves the room and I glance over at the shower. Buttons seem to cover every wall. I lock the door before getting in. My eyes scan the buttons, there don't seem to be any labels so I pick a purplish colour one at random. A cold purplish fragrant mist leeks our of the tap, sticking to my body and becoming a gel like substance. The mist is soon washed away by a soft shower luke-warm water. I wash my hair and turn the tap off before I realise I didn't bring any clothes from my district. I guess the capitol would have supplied something so I open the door and grab my towel. As soon as I do a cupboard door slides open. The clothes inside seem pretty normal compared to what I've seen in the Capitol so far. I dry myself and pick out a silky green shirt and a pair blue pants. I then grab what I guess to be a hair dryer and begin to dry my hair. Soon me and my hair is dry. I check the clock and realise I'm a few minutes late. Outside Mags, Finnick and Devon are eating. Finnick nods at me, acknowledging my presence but Mags and Devon are talking together.
"We've been discussing our tactics." Finnick says Pushing back a seat next to him I sit down and fill my plate.
"I want to jon the careers." Finnick nods again
"So does Devon, but we're guessing that the boy from 2 will be head of that, he doesn't like you." This time it's my turn to nod.
"So we're not going to join them?"
"I'm just saying be careful." I take a mouthful of a chicken drumstick covered in butter. I nod again, the chicken tastes amazing. I know I'll have to be careful, I mean, this is the Hunger Games isn't it?