Chapter 4:
Our Rooms and the Training Center
As soon as Cato and I got off the chariot, Enobaria, Serena, Tigris, Cato's Stylist: Octicea, came to congratulate us how brave we were, among billions of people. Enobaria smiled at us again, showing her fangs tipped with gold. Since then we were exhausted, Enobaria took me my the shoulders as Serena put hers on Cato's to our floors in the Training Center right behind the President's Mansion, where we would eat, dine, stay, and eat before the Games. Before Cato left, he glanced a look at the District 12's Female Tribute. What did he want from her? When we all walked to the Building Entrance, Serena chatted away,"Now each of the Districts have their own floor, and since you're from 2, you get the second floor!" Serena mentioned, as we headed for the elevator.
Once we were in the elevator, Enobaria pressed a button entitled "2". As soon as she pressed it, the elevator zoomed up...and came to a stop. When the elevator opened, Serena urged us out. "Now come on." As she showed us out of the elevator and pointed to the Living Room. The Living Room had a feathery mat and on top of the mat was a ultra-soft velvet covering sofa, covered with the most comfiest pillows someone can ever afford. Peacock, Ostrich, Raven, Pheasants, and other birds feathers were sticking out from the back of the sofa, making it look grand. "Now this is the Living Room. I know. I know. Now your rooms are right at the corner. Why not you go wash yourselves up for dinner." Serena said in a very soothing tone, as if she was still talking to the crowd during the Reaping Day. As I walked passed towards my room, I saw a pale faced girl, with red hair, red eyelashes, eyebrows, and wearing red clothes, which are plain. The girl didn't move, and stood to the door of a room, as if she was a statue.
The door to the room was freshly painted golden, and smelt like roses and lilies. The doorknob had the most unusual symbol to it. It had hammers and screws, just like what Ockvenia painted on my nails. "Is this my room?" I asked the pale-faced girl. The girl nodded. I think that means yes. So, I opened it, and saw what my room turned out to be. It was bigger than my room back home in District 2. My bed was a queen-sized bed, with velvet blankets that is golden colored, the same color as my costume I wore for the Tribute Parade. The same feathers that decorated with the sofa decorated the back of the bed. The pillows were the symbol for District 2. There was a side table, made of glass, just next to the bed. It had a very lightweight remote on top of the table, with some books about the Capitol at the bottom. The windows were full length, like a full length mirror, except you can see the whole Capitol there. It was breathtaking!
When I went to the bathroom to take a warm bath, I had stripped off the headdress, shirt, and skirt off, and turned on the water in the bathtub. There were a variety of shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, and bubble bath, all smelling differently. One smells like cranberries. Another smells like mint. There was so many to choose, so I closed my eyes and grabbed any bottle that my hand took first. When I opened my eyes, I have realized that I had chose one that was shaped like a knife, encrusted with diamonds at the handle. I had squirted a little in my palm and smelt it. It smelt like blueberries. What a perfect time to start a refreshing night, here at the Capitol. When the water had been running for a while, I squirted a little bit of the blueberry scented bubble bath gel to the water. The water instantly became into sweet smelling bubbles, as the gel dissolved to a sweet, refreshing aroma. I stepped into the bathtub, feeling calm, while removing the make-up that my Prep Team did for me. But I still kept the nail polish they did for me. I would take a bath every night, using a different shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, and bubble bath every night. That would be so refreshing.
As I dried myself, I saw that my costume from the Parade was gone, but replaced by some night clothes. It was a beautiful, golden dress that came down to my toes, and a belt hammered with the most finest nails. I had put it on, and heard a knock on the door. I quickly put my night dress on to see who it was. When I opened it up, it was Cato, smiling at me. "How do you you like the room, Clove?" "It's nice. It's so comfortable, and I feel like home." "Good. Because I'm enjoying my own room. Did you take a bath, yet?" "Yes. What about you? And where's your room?" "It's beside yours." Cato answered. "Good Night, Cato." "Good Night, Clove. Sweet Dreams." Cato said, gently touching my cheek, as he brushed his hand it. As he walked back to his room, I closed my door, and touched where he had put his hand on me. I wondered why he did it. When I turned off the light to the bathroom and my room, I turned on the light that was beside the remote. It gave a beautiful light, casting a glow that I had never seen before. When I tucked myself into the bed, I fell into a deep sleep once my head touched the feather-filled pillows.