The hall is quite. I think silence is loud, of course it is not. Cinna leads us to the room of were we get to meet. Addison looks, happy. Happiness that makes her sweet and innocent. Something that I can't have, for Addison would not be good after that. I don't notice when Cinna opens the door of the room that we will use.

"Thank you." Addison says with politeness when Cinna holds open the door.

"Is there something you two would like for some lunch?" Ask Cinna. I have just wanted to have a piece of beard or maybe some soup.

(Add, something lite. I'm not hungry.) I tell Addison. I rely don't fell hungry, after all I do have this headache. But when do I show weakness?

"What ever is fine with you Cinna. After all, don't you know the Capitol more?" Addison states. In the end, Cinna orders this chicken dish. As we eat, Cinna starts a talk about home.

"Madison, I can tell you were a bit uneasy about the prep team. Is there something you would like to tell me?" Cinna states. I fell as he walked in at perfect timing to hear the prep team saying about our scars.

"Yes, there is." I say. Addison looks at me. We would never do this normally. But, Cinna is not normal, as the Capitol say. Cinna has a few ear pricings making all together 6, and the only makeup I see is gold eyeliner. The look suites him thought. I seam to have trust him right away. I tack a deep breath and start.

"Me and Addison have these scars. They tell our story of pain and suffer, just to be alive. I just want to forget about each and every scar." I say. My story is important to me.

"Aright, I understand. I'm sure you would not like for others to know, so you might want to tell me were the scars are. Let's eat thought, since dinner will be after the parade." Cinna states.

"On our wrist, our back and we can use makeup for the rest." Addison says, and starts eating. I eat a few bites, as I try to remake the meal in my mind.

Chicken are too high, but a wild turkey would be great substitute. I would need a second turkey, maybe a few birds for the orange. Goat's milk would substitute for milk, and I could get a bit extra for a bird. I could trade a bird, maybe a squirrel for the peas. I would have to find wild onions in the woods, or a another bird or squirrel. I can't tell what the grain is, but tesserae grain would have to do. Rolls, bakery rolls would mean a trade of tow or three squirrels. For the pudding, it's anyone's guess. Days, maybe weeks for this one meal, and it's not in the light of the Capitol.

"How different we must seam to you." Cinna says to us. Did he read my mind. "No matter. So Madison and Addison, about your costume for the ceremonies. My partner, Portia, is the stylist for your fellow tribute, Peeta. And our current thought I to dress you in complementary costumes," says Cinna. "As you know, it's customary to reflect the district."

For the ceremonies, you are supposed to wear something that shows your district's industry. So 12, we as a team, we should be in something that is coal miner outfit. One time, the tributes were just covered in coal dust.

"So, we'll be in a coal miner outfit?" Addison asks, for the thought must be unthinkable. As long as I'm not naked, I'm fine.

"Not exactly. You see, Portia and I think that coal miner thing's very over done. No one will remember you in that. Me and Portia think it's our job to make you unforgettable. So rather focus on the coal mining, we are going to focus on the coal on it's self. And want do we do with coal, we burn it." Cinna pretty much lecher us. I have a felling, we might be a bit, warm in lite terms.

After we finish lunch, Cinna guides me and Addison to the room to get in the outfit. I think I LOVE Cinna right now. A black jumpsuit, black boots, and a cape and headdress. Addison has a complex bun, I have curls in a brad. At least, I think it is ok.

"If you take this cape off, I'll take yours off." Peeta sates. I fear about getting burned. This fire idea is not my idea. I thought that fire meant a dress made of fabric. Not real fire.

"I'll do the same." Addison replies. I guess that we all a bit nervous.

I see darkness. And I'm not sure that I will make it.

I'm a line break.

"Madison, I will dump this bucket of ice water on you." A hard voice.

"I'm up." I say. The whole team looks at me like I'm crazy. I look down, at lest to get a grip. My wrist, they are uncovered.

"Why Maddison? I could expect honesty from Addison, but you? Honestly." Effie says, upset.

"Look, I will explain when we have dinner. I just needed to get a bit of time." I reply.

"And look at District 1. They look like they are ready to fight for those sponsors." I hear being announced. I get in to the chariot of our district.

"What's that?" I hear the announcers says as our chariot roll out. I thought I heard that we are to hold hands.

(Ready to make a show Mad?)

(I'm smiling and look happy, Add) And that is the truth. "Peeta get my hand." I say. I fell Peeta's hand, strong and callused in my must be petite hand.

"Looks like District 12 might be a favorite this year." I think Ceaser says.

"Madison, Addison, Peeta!" I hear the crowd chant. This is a turn in events, the crowd bothered to look in the pamphlet for our names.

(Add, get a rose. We will leave a note of sponsorship.)

(Hear you loud and clear Mad. Why don't I do looks and you actions?) So I get control of our body. I see a rose, and I grab the rose. At the same time, me and Peeta rise our joined hands.

"You look amazing." Peeta whispers.

"I think that District 12 is stole the tribute parade. And I think Madison and Addison are the Capitol favorites." Ceaser states. After I find a screen, I find out Cinna's real talent. I do look amazing. I was left allow in the makeup department, my hare in a brad with curlers, Cinna's idea for fire works. I'm not a fashion person, but I do see talent good. We go to the president's mansion for the 'welcome' speech.

"Welcome. Tributes! We welcome you and salute your courage and sacrifice. And we wish you a happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor." President Snow sates. I think it's a must to live, to whish for a 'happy' Hunger Games. President Snow must love these games. The chariots circle around one more time and disappear in to the trading center.